Across the Bridge, I paint
Written by Melissa Facchini I stand at the start of a bridge, one foot in the life I’ve known, the other reaching toward what’s becoming. As I walk, doubt whispers— second‑guessing, fragile confidence, the weight of doing this on my own. Fear doesn’t stop me, but it walks beside me. I move anyway, with breath, with softness, with an open heart. Each step teaches me I don’t need certainty— only trust in myself. On the other side waits a blank canvas. My life. My children. The
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Speaking to her inner child
Come Back You were fierce and courageous I love that about you You were strong and unflinching I love that about you You could do anything you wanted to do, be anything you wanted to be I love that about you You were always there, you saved me I love that about you Where you stopped and I began was indistinguishable, we were one I loved you, so I loved myself Where the rift began, where we drifted apart I cannot say I wasn’t even aware until you were gone And I was alone An
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Writing one's future
What a beautiful morning, as I open my eyes, looking out the big windows of my bedroom over the fields below. I think again, how grateful I am to be here. I always wanted to live in the country. I have my own little space where I can walk with the dogs and enjoy nature. Oh look, the family of turkeys have returned to have breakfast at the bird feeder, my birds won't be impressed and when I take the dogs out, it's going to turn into a circus. As we head through to the k
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Choosing Door #2
The prompt: Pick a door to walk through and explain why. Door 1 "The Highway" : Will lead you straight to the future of your highest vision. No waiting. No obstacles. Walk through and you’re there…✨ Door 2 "The Scenic Route" : Will show you to the next intersection . It won’t give you any guarantees that you’re on the right path. It will test you—But you might find an even better “highest vision” waiting for you at the end of the yellow brick road. ___________________________
Mar 31 min read
Notes from Love Rehab
Home no longer feels like it’s a person. It no longer feels like a destination. A place. A building with four walls that you put plants in, add furniture and paint the walls. It is a state of being…within oneself—fore if we have the entire universe within our very cells, then we are already home. There is nowhere to “go” but from doorway to doorway until we get to that golden one—as we move from lesson to lesson and grow in mistakes and wisdom. I am Laurel, Canadian-Irish gir
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