Thanks for finding your way here. Stories shape our lives - they are the song of our shared humanity, and words carry the power to weave us in empathy and inspiration. May the words here stir the goodness in you. Come often to nourish your inner garden.
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The chaotic path of a butterfly
I found myself in a chaotic little dance around the grass patch, watching how the butterfly never flew straight, often changing its mind and switching directions.
Grow well, grow well
Were the koels the original cheerleaders of the forest all this while? The thought that every song in the forest is appreciated and needed felt deeply beautiful.
The sunbirds kept me alive
I'd still be torn and lost, completely unclear why I was living in misery, under the torture of my reprimanding mind. But I had something small, something at all, to look forward to.