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Tonight’s full moon is known as the Snow Moon, rising in the still heart of winter. She arrives not with urgency, but with calm—inviting us to slow down, breathe deeply, and listen to what’s been quietly waiting within us. This moon reminds us that winter is not a failure of growth, but a season of endurance and truth. Emotions may surface gently, asking to be acknowledged rather than resisted. Nothing needs fixing tonight—only understanding. The Snow Moon carries a simple wi

“The unsettled feeling during a new moon is not a sign that something is wrong. It’s simply your system adjusting to a new energetic cycle. A little grounding, a little awareness, and a gentle day can make a big difference.” Yesterday, I noticed something unusual in the people I interacted with. There was an unsettled vibration, a kind of restlessness that didn’t have a clear cause. At first, I thought it was just a busy day or a wave of stress moving through everyone. Later,

Some years pass quietly, moving through our lives like soft breezes. And then… There are years like 2025  — years that arrive with colors too bright,   emotions   too sharp , events too loud,  and energy that feels like the universe turned the volume all the way up and snapped the knob off 😊 If you’re reading this and nodding, breathing a little heavier, or whispering “yes… exactly,” you’re not alone. This year has been a storm  — a   vibrant , chaotic , unpredictable   sto

Hello dear passerby to this blog. You might be walking through grief yourself,or perhaps you know someone quietly carrying its weight. Please reach out to them.We live from Sunrise to Sunset  — yesterday no longer exists,  and tomorrow is not born yet. Sometimes all a soul needs is a simple whisper of “Hello.” A gentle check-in that travels farther than you could ever imagine. Over the weekend, I had the blessing of visiting a family of radiant souls. Before I even began th

There comes a moment in every life when the silence becomes louder than the noise. Not harsh, not frightening — just louder. It rises inside homes, inside hearts, inside the small breaths we take when the world isn’t looking. We think silence means nothing, but silence is full… full of memory, full of truth, full of the spirit we keep forgetting to listen to. And lately, that silence has begun to rise — not to shake us, but to awaken us. Because when the silence speaks louder

Good morning to you all 😊 There are mornings when the world feels paused — when the coffee grows lukewarm in your hands, and yet you can’t bring yourself to finish it. You sit there, tracing the rim of the cup, watching the light crawl across the floor, and wondering how long you’ve been lost inside your own head. It’s strange how a cup of coffee can become a mirror — how it holds not just warmth, but all the quiet questions we don’t say out loud. The what ifs, the maybes, t

Mondays have a reputation, don’t they? They tiptoe in with that heavy sigh, the faint echo of the alarm clock, and a whisper that says, “ back to reality.”  But not in my little universe. I’ve decided Mondays need a penguin—specifically, Pingu. When the day begins and that Monday chill creeps in—especially in the fall, when winter’s breath is near—I wrap myself in my Noot Noot Monday  blanket , hot coffee by my side, whispering to myself, “ Let’s slide through the day .”  So

There are moments when life feels like an unfinished book — and we, its readers, pause at the edges of history, our fingers resting on...

Last night, my recorder gifted me a moment of cosmic comedy: a voice whispering about a tortoise being fixed to the spring twilight. I...

This morning, I walked with intention. A small bundle of tobacco cradled in my hand—not just as tradition, but as language . As an...

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A few years ago, there stood a wise and nurturing mama tree beside an old fence — her branches whispering secrets to the wind and...

There was a beautiful green and black striped caterpillar living on my Rue plant, quietly feeding and growing, day by day. I would visit...

“Under the gaze of tonight’s full moon, the Divine Feminine rises in her fullest light. She is intuition, creation, and healing — the...