Evelyn Carayannis, Living The Life You Love

01/26/2026

Thank you Amanda for this. A reflection of what is moving through me. 🙏

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01/19/2026

The Light-bringers

By Demelza Dhotel

When the world feels bleak and dark
And sadness sits with you.
Look for those with loyal hearts,
of kindness and beauty true.
Those that emanate such warmth
that their very presence
feels like a warm hug to the soul.
And that hold their guiding torch in hand.
Reminding you to keep your steadfast resolve.
When it feels like the world
is losing its way, out of kilter, spinning out of control.
Search for those calm of spirit
to help soothe your worries and console.
And search for those that feel like the Sun.
You won't need to look very far.
For there are many unsung heroes
Whose hearts shine bright like stars.
And if in the vast ocean of space.
You're struggling to navigate your way.
Let that sadness sit, with you, in place.
Until the light finds you and washes it away.
For there are many
light-bringers out there.
The lighthouses,
the moon, stars and sun.
Shining their guiding light.
And who knows...
perhaps, a light-bringer...
You too are one.

Photo: Evelyn Carayannis - Connecticut Shore

01/15/2026

Sometimes I forget that my body is nature,
I forget that it’s wild
and alive,
and born from the stars.

Sometimes I believe all the stories are true,
about not being good enough,
or smart enough,
or thin enough,
or young enough.

But then I remember those moments with the trees,
the ones where I meet them, as if for the
very first time.

Those moments I am struck by the beauty
of each unique pattern, each fractal branch …
the moments I feel their
life force,
speaking in a language
before words.

And I picture for a moment what it would be like to listen in on a conversation between the trees.

I imagine them complaining about,
being too gnarled up,
or too wide,
or too skinny,
or just not quite symmetrical enough.

And then I start to wonder what I look like to them,
what my pure
nature body
is like,
without
any thoughts.

What would I look like as a tree,
or a flower,
or a mountain?

What am I,
beyond all the stories of
not-quite-rightness?

What am I,
as wild,
unnameable stardust?

What am I
un-removed
from the forest
or mosses,
or flowing creeks?

Sometimes I forget that my body is nature.
But then I remember, and everything changes.

Photo: Evelyn Carayannis at Lake Eerie

01/08/2026

The Clearing
By Martha Postlethwaite

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.

Photo: Evelyn Carayannis - Essex, CT

01/07/2026

A Parting Note to Patterns

Thank you
To the old house
That used to hold me

Thank you
To the old playbook
That kept me safe
And small
And apart
From much of myself

Thank you to the partial truths
I lived by
To protect myself from over-exposure
To the truth in its full power
And brilliance

Thank you to the strategies
That kept me as long as they needed to
From the transformative,
Merciful wrath
Of entering long-avoided trauma
Head on

Thank you to the cocoon
Of loneliness
For growing me into
These strange and beautiful
Wings

Thank you
To the old house
That used to hold me.

Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you,

Goodbye.

Photo: Evelyn Carayannis - Lake Eerie

01/03/2026

Small Contribution

by Danna Faulds

Each one of us is
woven tightly in the
tapestry of life.
I used to think my
thread could be readily
discarded. One thread
in a billion threads –
who would ever notice?
But the beauty of the
cloth depends on all
of us – no superfluous
material here, no excess
thread to cut off and
throw away. Every
strand is irreplaceable.
How different to live
as if each small contribution
matters to the whole.
no matter how clever the disguise.

Photo By Evelyn Carayannis, Lake Eerie

12/30/2025

Thank you Arielle Schwartz.




Soft

By Arielle Schwartz

Soft is an effortless awakening, loving myself into being. Like a nurturing mother, she comes in the name of kindness with a sweet smile, a gentleness, generosity without expectation.

Soft is humble, she knows how to flow between the hard places. She comes when she feels safe and safety is her gift in return. She is the innocent child’s heart, so trusting and so worthy of protection. She pulls in her ally, fierce compassion, as needed.

Soft comes in the name of tenderness, a hand reaching is a hand held. If sadness comes as a passerby, she invites her in, and pulls up a chair to listen.

Soft is the open field of awareness, devoting her full attention without expectation. She brings clear seeing, for she too knows the longing to be seen without judgment.

Soft comes in the name of forgiveness. She knows the strength it takes to surrender and the power of letting go. She teaches us to release the past so that we polish the heart.

She descends like the autumn leaves towards the moist earth and rests patiently under the quiet blankets of snow. She emerges again as tree blossoms in springtime and you’ll find her in the summer fields of sun-kissed wheat.

Yes, she is the natural unfolding of all that comes and goes, yet she herself is timeless. She comes in the name of contentment, inviting you to delight in your senses and savor the moment.

Soft comes in the name of joy. She has the quiet power to expand your heart; to let the delight and wonder of this beautiful world pour through.

She is radiant light that fearlessly shines into the dark spaces of fear, anger, shame, and grief. She is renewal, she is healing.

She is one of many paths home. Her invitation is to move slowly, to walk with gentleness, and to rest often. Her wisdom is infused with the knowledge that indeed there is no rush, for there is nowhere to go. You have already arrived.

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12/28/2025

Poem by Victoria Erickson:

It’s ok
that you don’t know
how it will happen
quite yet.
The momentum is in place.
The river is moving.
The charge is alive.
This constant unfolding.
Stay with it.
Stay in it.

12/25/2025

Thank you, Amanda.

Christmas arrives for many people in different ways. For those navigating ongoing family separation or disrupted relationships, the emotional weight does not belong to the season itself. It has been carried across the year, often quietly and without recognition.

Helplessness, loneliness, anger, and shame can sit side by side. Anger is rarely the whole story. Beneath it is grief, accumulated losses, and the reality of time that cannot be recovered, ordinary days, shared moments, and milestones that have passed without choice or consent.

For children and families living with separation that was not freely chosen, Christmas can intensify what is already present. Not because it creates the pain, but because it exposes what remains unresolved.

For some, this season brings moments of connection, laughter, and ease. For others, it brings absence, unresolved differences, or relationships that cannot be repaired right now. Both experiences can exist honestly, and neither reflects failure or a lack of care.

This can be a time for tending to yourself, choosing what supports your wellbeing, and recognising when stepping back is an act of care rather than withdrawal. It can also be a time to check in on others who may be carrying this quietly, children missing important relationships, and adults holding love and concern from a distance.

At EMMM, we’re mindful of the complexity many children and families live with throughout the year. We hold hope for moments of rest, connection, and relief where they are possible, and for understanding and support where they are not.

12/15/2025

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12/15/2025

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