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From the Depths Within
Dear Wanderer, To live from the marrow, to reach where the soul meets the divine, to draw forth the fire that God planted, and let it burn—not for the world to see, but to feel. To feel it in the quiet rhythm of your breath, in the weight of your steps on this holy, uneven…
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The Most Beautiful Thought
Song by Forest Blakk I absolutely love this! 💕 Lyrics The most beautiful thoughtIs the fact that I, I have always loved youEven before I knew what those words meantI knew that I loved you and that I was loved by youWithout knowing your name, where you were fromOr whether you were happy or perhaps…
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The Poetry of My Soul
Dear Wanderer, They say I am a Scorpio, mysterious and full of fire, a deep well of passion and affection. And perhaps it’s true—I feel everything deeply, every emotion like a brushstroke on the canvas of my life. I am a writer, an artist, a poet, spilling my soul into the beauty of expression, letting…
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A Reflection on Settling: A Call to Honor the Heart
Dear Wanderer, Loneliness has a way of pulling at us, like gravity, drawing us into orbits that don’t nourish but constrain. I’ve seen it far too often—people tethering themselves to relationships not out of love, but out of fear. Fear of the silence. Fear of what the empty spaces might ask of them. I’ve been…
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Anticipating Sunday …
Dear Wanderer, Tonight, the air is steeped in quiet, a cold expectancy that stretches across the fields and settles deep into the bones of the earth. The temperature will fall to 24 degrees, and I can only wonder how the morning will rise—what shape the light will take, what story the wind will carry. The…
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The Hearth of Auvinel
Chapter I: The Quiet Light In a hollow of the Elderwood, where branches draped in moss sighed secrets older than stars, there lay a dwelling shaped as though the earth herself had breathed it into being. Grey stone, weathered and wise, curled upward to embrace a great arched window through which the light of the…
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The Longest Night
Dear Wanderer, The night, four days before Christmas, stretches wide, a deep breath held by the earth. The stars, quiet witnesses, blink like forgotten candles in a world too hurried to notice. The wind carries a chill that settles in the bones, yet it is not unkind— it reminds us to feel, to be present…
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A Reflection in the Midst of the Rush
Dear Wanderer, Today, I ventured out into the wild hum of the season. The roads were a labyrinth of impatience, the air thick with the urgency of unchecked to-do lists. The world seemed to be moving faster than the winter wind, every soul chasing a vision of Christmas wrapped in paper and bows. And yet,…
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“Come to the woods, for here is rest…” John Muir
I once attended a rather elaborate but still somehow cozy wedding in VT. Events lasted about five days, with rehearsal dinners, a Mozart festival, … “Come to the woods, for here is rest…” John Muir Seen this today at the Singing Gecko blog! (https://singing-gecko.com) . Grateful to wander through your words and witness the paths…
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Nature’s Poetry
Dear Wanderer, There is a poem woven into every leaf, a hymn in the hum of bees and the quiet rustle of grasses bending beneath the weight of the wind. . Each stone speaks of ages beyond counting, holding the memory of rivers that once sang across its surface, whispering stories of a Creator who…
Field Notes of a Wanderer
Listening for God’s Voice in the Wilderness
Field Notes of a Wanderer 