Conscious Living

Taking Up Space

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A cozy living room glows with golden lamplight as a young Black girl sits on the carpet, surrounded by crayons, stickers, stationery, and playful scraps of paper. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as waves of vibrant energy in red, gold, blue, and pink spiral through the air like unseen magic made visible. This sacred space becomes a portal of imagination, protection, and expansion, where creativity and spirit intertwine, and a future self begins to form from dreams scribbled in color and joy.

Taking Up Space One of my ongoing lessons in life is about taking up space. I didn’t have my own bedroom for part of my childhood, but the desire for a space of my own was always alive in me. The carpet in our living room became my magical playground. The space under the dining … Read more

When She Leads Me into the Fire

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A Black woman sits cross-legged on a soft surface, bathed in radiant golden-orange light. Her eyes are looking downward in focused stillness. Her hands rest near her womb in an intuitive, centered gesture, suggesting presence, breath, and inner ritual. Her skin glows with warmth as the light casts soft shadows across her body, evoking themes of transformation, ancestral connection, and embodied clarity. The overall tone reflects emotional resilience, the power of pausing, and the sacred act of staying present in the fire.

When She Leads Me into the Fire I’ve been moving through heavy waves. I’m facing conflict, protecting my peace, and sitting with the tension between disappointment and fulfillment. Scarcity and abundance. Boundaries and connection. All of these energies are alive in me. I’m reflecting, breathing and living through them right now. Some days, I feel … Read more

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me

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Swirls of vivid gold move like breath across a glowing landscape of purple, blue, and magenta—an abstract reflection of grounding, presence, and the sacred return to self when the world feels scattered.

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me To slow down, ground my energy, and reconnect with myself in moments when I feel scattered, frazzled, or out of sync—especially when I misplace something. This is a ritual of remembrance, where I soften into presence, receive insight, and return to my inner rhythm. This Saturday … Read more

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love

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An orange tabby cat rests peacefully on a soft, dark blue blanket, bathed in warm golden light. In front of the cat lies a small green tinsel ball, slightly worn, glowing gently in the sunlight. The scene evokes tenderness, memory, and quiet presence.

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love I wake up slowly, held in the arms of stillness. The light slipping through the blinds is soft and golden, the kind of light that doesn’t ask me to rush. Today is May 15th, and I feel it before I even remember why. My heart … Read more

I Call All Parts Back to Me Whole Now

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A radiant Black woman sits in deep meditation, surrounded by a burst of golden and amber light that radiates from behind her like a living sun. Her expression is serene and powerful, embodying the energy of remembrance and return. Streams of luminous particles swirl around her, symbolizing fragments of energy finding their way back home. The scene captures divine alignment, self-sovereignty, and the beauty of calling all parts of oneself into wholeness — the essence of I Call All Parts Back to Me Whole Now from Visionary Whispers.

I Call All Parts Back to Me Whole Now I know the feeling of being stretched too thin, my energy scattered across conversations, roles, and responsibilities that pull me from my center. Sometimes it’s subtle, a quiet sense of being slightly off-center. Other times, it’s a heaviness in my body or a fog in my … Read more