Thankful
Thankful for the small things, the tiny things, the in-between things—the way the wind sneaks through the cracks in the morning, whispers of coffee steam curling like ghostly lullabies, the scuff of a shoe on pavement, the hush of a friend’s voice saying I hear you. The weight of a book in your hands, the rhythm of a song that rattles your bones just right, headlights stretching long down an empty road.
Collapsed Stars
I have loved stars that collapsed into themselves. People who once burned with the kind of brilliance that made you believe in something bigger—something divine. They carried light in their hands, in their words, in the way they saw the world with wild, unfiltered wonder. But like Icarus, like Lucifer, like every fallen thing that ever thought itself untouchable, they flew too high, reached too far, believed themselves invincible.
Let It Unravel
The best is not behind you. The best is not in the hands you have already let go of, in the love that has already left, in the dreams that have already withered. The best is ahead, waiting for you to stop gripping the bones of something long dead.
Full Display
There’s a particular kind of vulnerability in sharing creative work with the world. It’s the quiet, nagging fear that whispers, What if they don’t like it? What if they don’t like me? Creativity is deeply personal, and putting it on display can feel like standing in the center of a crowded room, baring your soul and waiting for someone to tell you it isn’t good enough.
Joy
There is a sacred joy in creating—a kind of happiness that feels both deeply personal and universally understood. It is a joy that doesn't demand explanation, only participation. When we create, we step into a space where time bends, distractions fade, and the world quiets. It is here, in this meditative flow, that we find something profound: ourselves.
Gift of Today
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Resilience.
Resilience. That’s the word that sticks with me tonight. We’re capable of so much more than we give ourselves credit for. I’ve always known that, but tonight, it feels real. It feels close.
Never Been My Story
I’m realizing now that the story I’ve been aching to tell all these years isn’t just mine. It’s the stories of all the people I’ve met, their lives entwined with mine, their histories bleeding into the fabric of my own.
Dream or Reality?
The kind of memory that cuts you down, not gently, but with the sharp edge of something you thought you’d left behind.
Run Girl, Run,
But once you start running, you learn that stopping is the real fear. Stopping means facing the wreckage, looking in the mirror and seeing the ruins of what you once were. I knew—God, I knew—that if I slowed down, I’d hate what I saw.
Dear Diary
But writing is different for me. There’s nothing abstract about putting my thoughts and feelings down, claiming them, and owning them. There’s no distance, no mask. It’s just you, laid bare on the page. And maybe it’s time I stop hiding behind the layers of abstraction, time I stand behind my words the way I do my art. Time to take ownership of what I think and feel—no more masks, no more distance. Just truth.
BE THE CHANGE
Daily meditation is a curated collection of quotes for insight, contemplation and inspiration.
DISNEY DREAMS
Daily meditation is a curated collection of quotes for insight, contemplation and inspiration.