12/31/2025
Poem from April 2025 ,I’ve pulled out 5 lessons for you from this poem.Poem Sunday Morning ❤️
I woke with a restless mind—
thoughts racing through the silence,
while my body, tender and tired,
whispered softly: pause.
Lately, I’ve slipped through the cracks
of my journaling rhythm,
and when I do,
my soul feels the weight—
my body echoes the absence.
To be sensitive,
to carry the gift of intuition,
is to live each day as sacred—
to hold myself with gentle hands.
I cannot afford
to pour from an empty cup.
The toll on my spirit,
on my health,
is a debt I no longer wish to owe.
I’ve missed the stillness of crafting,
the quiet joy of creating jewelry—
the meditative touch of making.
And my next book—
it lingers, undefined,
waiting to be born in a new way.
There’s a project I’ve cradled for too long,
tucked away in the corners of someday.
But now,
a voice inside grows louder,
saying: it’s time.
So this morning,
while the world was still hushed,
I reached for pen and paper,
let the ink pour freely,
and read one beloved poem
again and again—
a mantra from my book on self-love.
That’s what I needed today.
That’s what I gave myself.
A slow, sacred morning.
A return to me.
Five Lessons from Sunday Morning
1. The body always tells the truth
When the mind races and the body feels heavy, it’s not weakness—it’s wisdom. Listening early prevents burnout later.
2. Sensitivity is not a flaw, it’s a responsibility
To be intuitive is to tend to yourself with care. Your inner world requires rituals, not neglect.
3. An empty cup always sends the bill
Rest, creativity, and stillness aren’t luxuries. When we skip them, our spirit and health pay the price.
4. Creativity is a form of self-return
Journaling, crafting, writing—these are not hobbies, they are doorways back to alignment and self-trust.
5. “Someday” is often asking to become “now”
The project you keep close but hidden carries a quiet knowing. When the inner voice grows louder, it’s time to listen.
❤️ Call to Action
Pause today and ask yourself:
What is one small, sacred thing I can give myself before the day rushes in?
Share your answer—or simply a ❤️ if you’re choosing stillness today.
