Tag: pebblegalaxy
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When My Younger Self Asked Me for Advice
If my younger self asked me for advice today, I wouldn’t offer instructions or certainty. I would speak of time as an ocean, of confusion as soil, of becoming as a slow remembering. I would say you are not late, not broken, only in motion—learning to listen to your body, your fear, and the quiet…
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A Conversation I Still Replay in My Head: The Conversation That Never Learned to End #WriteAPageADay
Some conversations do not end when the voices fall silent. They linger like heat in stone after sunset, replaying themselves in the quiet hours, reshaping who we are each time we listen again. This poem traces one such exchange—intimate, unfinished, and slowly expanding into a meditation on memory, gravity, and the vastness that listens back.…
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What the Ear Learns Before the Eye
Silence arrives before language, before the naming of things. It is not empty but textured, holding breath and meaning within it. Sound, unseen yet deeply felt, travels through memory, nature, and the cosmos, carrying us across time and inner landscapes. Together, silence and sound become invisible guides—shaping the soul, opening doors to reflection, and connecting…
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Ten Quiet Fires for 2026: A Vision Board Written in Starlight
My vision board is quieter than paper and pins. It lives behind my ribs, where intentions take longer to form and therefore last. Ten quiet fires guide me through 2026—not as resolutions, but as constellations I return to whenever I forget where I am going. #VisionBoard2026 #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #CosmicReflections #PebbleGalaxy
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One Page a Day: The Quiet Practice of Showing Up
Writing does not begin with inspiration or perfect conditions. It begins with presence. One page a day is not a productivity trick but a quiet commitment—to show up, to listen inwardly, and to trust that small, consistent acts can slowly reshape a year. @Blogchatter #WritingHabit #SlowCreativity #PebbleGalaxy #MindfulWriting
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Before Poetry Had Authors: How Civilizations Remembered Through Form
Before poetry became personal expression, it served a far older purpose: preservation. In early civilizations, poems were not authored, owned, or improvised. They were repeated with precision, shaped by rhythm and structure to survive across generations without writing. This essay explores how form—not authorship—once carried memory, belief, and identity, and what we may have lost…
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Love Does Not Give You Sense (It Gives You the Right Intent)
Love does not arrive with instructions. It comes like weather—unannounced, unavoidable— softening your edges before your mind can protest. It does not offer answers or assurances, only a quiet alignment that teaches the heart where to stand when logic dissolves. #FreeVersePoetry #LoveAndIntent #InnerJourney #CosmicAwareness #Love
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Unmasked Beneath a Wider Sky
To live your truth is to stop apologizing for your existence, to let every mistake become a teacher and every scar a constellation. This poem is a quiet reminder that authenticity is not rebellion— it is alignment with who you have always been. #Authenticity #LiveYourTruth #InnerJourney #Growth #PebbleGalaxy
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The Animal I Keep Becoming
I thought a favorite animal was a simple choice, something you point to and move on from. But the elephant stayed— in memory, in grief, in slow wisdom— teaching me how to be large without harm, how to remember without breaking, how to walk gently through a universe that is always watching. #freeverse #animalpoetry #innerjourney…
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What Snack Would You Eat Right Now? A Quiet Question, A Vast Answer
A small hunger opens into a wider sky, where peanuts remember waiting and apples carry the math of sunlight. I eat slowly, and the universe pauses with me. #FreeVerse #MindfulLiving #InnerJourney #CosmicPoetry
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