When the world feels small, grow your own horizon.

The year turns over, a fresh blank page erase the shadows, release the rage old voices fade, old wounds depart the future waits to mend your heart. Accept the missteps, let them go they taught you more than you will know forget the past, the bitter, the pain embrace the sunlight after rain. Each day a chance to start anew to shape a life both bright and true delete the toxic, welcome the kind and leave the heavy chains behind.

Some people light up the room without even striking a match

The Heart is the silent source of all. Not a location, but the pure Being that shines before thought. When the mind sinks into that inner light, seeking ends, and only the Self remains.

Each choice we make inscribes a line, turning simple days into stories divine. A word once spoken, soft or bold, can tilt the future, break the mold. The road may curve, the heart may sway, yet every turn redraws our way. a single step, a passing glance, may wake the world, invite a chance. Some paths are rough with shattered stone, some hum with joy we’ve rarely known. yet every choice, through bitter lore, completes the tale we’re living for. Through ache and awe, through loss and gain, our stories bloom like flowers in rain. for even whispers shape the door that opens life to something more.

Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences. ~ Samuel Beckett

This moment is your life.

I wish for days spun bright with gold, where light writes stories brave and bold, for mornings warm with open skies, and dreams that breathe, and never die. I wish for nights that hush the pain, where stars keep watch like gentle flames, and whispered hopes, soft yet strong, linger where they most belong. I wish for courage, fierce and kind, to walk through storms with steady mind, to touch the dark, yet still ignite the quiet truth of growing light. I wish for laughter, clear and wide, that spills like rivers from inside, for beating hearts in gentle tune, learning the old, shared song of “soon.” I wish for roads that curve and stray, for shattered things to find their way, for hope to bloom in broken ground, and love to rise where none was found.

Sometimes an angel is found in the dark.

A fool is known by his speech And a wise man by silence. Pythagoras

Be proud of the heart you choose to bear its quiet courage, its tender care. Not every soul will feel its flame or walk your path, or play your game. Your kindness glows in unseen ways a lantern lit for shadowed days. Though some may mock or pass you by your heart still soars—it will not lie. Do not fold it small, nor teach it fear do not dim the love you carry here. Let warmth and wonder lead your way let mercy color every day. So do not shrink, and do not hide let love and courage be your guide. For hearts like yours so rare, so free are how the world learns how to be

A healer is not someone that you go to for healing. A HEALER is someone that triggers within you... your OWN ability to heal yourself.

Get ready—see the sky turn gold, where hidden paths and tales unfold. Feet rooted firm, yet eyes that roam, dreams breathe fire, they’re far from gone. The wind may roar, the waves may rise, yet steady hearts will earn their skies. Each heartbeat sparks a silent test, asking the soul to rise its best. Hold fast your courage, temper your mind, rare kinds of wonder wait to be mined. The hour is now—no step delayed, the world leans close, eager to be played