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🌳 My Everyday Eden
Read more: 🌳 My Everyday EdenHome In the hush of cutting felt, between the hum of stitching threads, my heart glows— a lantern of light within light. There, roses bloom without season, magnolias open like soft sighs, and wild herbs whisper forgotten songs. No one sees this garden— but it breathes through every thread I place.
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🌞 Private Beliefs, Public Work
Read more: 🌞 Private Beliefs, Public WorkHome A few years ago, the phrase “nothing is sacred” was everywhere. It became a slogan, a protest, a shrug against meaning. I understand its origins. The sacred has too often been used as a tool for exclusion, control, or even violence. But still — I don’t agree. For me, the sacred does exist. Not…
