#changing times

Es funktioniert, wenn du davon träumst, dich als Kind in frischen Windeln und einem schönen Strampler zu sehen 👶 Schreib mir jetzt, wenn du noch nach einer Mama suchst 👶❤️🍼👩

There also didn't used to be thornbushes growing literally everywhere that isn't mowed, either. I like many of the new trees, but would rather not have the thorn bushes.

Sometimes the highest spiritual act is not to float above the fire—but to stand within it, as light. To be the unshakable frequency of clarity when systems shake. To love fiercely without numbing out. To tell the truth without turning cold. To remember that collapse is not a punishment—it’s a purification. We were not born for comfort. We were born for coherence. And now—more than ever—the field is asking, Will you be what you came here to be? Stillness is not silence. Peace is not passivity. Love is not retreat. You are here as a stabilizer, a listener, a tuning fork. The world is changing. And because of that—you are being asked to stand again.

Random Xpressions

John Banville, from Snow