Lately, it has been hot, so I decided to do something that would make life a little easier. I cooked a bunch of different meals in the crock pot, put them into containers, and froze them. That way, when the weather is hot, I wouldn't have to do much cooking. Then a flyer came in from the local Mexican market. They had pineapples, plantains, mangoes, watermelon, cucumbers—fresh fruits and vegetables at really good prices. They also had beef shanks. So after the gym, I had my caretaker take me to the store. I already had plenty of food at home. I had meals in the freezer, food in the refrigerator, and everything I needed. I wasn't going to the store because I was running out of food. But when I got there, something happened. I felt happy. The store was colorful and full of fresh food. I could choose one of this, two of that, three of something else. I wasn't limited to whatever quantity happened to come in a package. I could actually look at what I wanted and decide what I wa...
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How many times have I shrunk to fit,
Dimmed my light, made my fire unlit?
Softened my power, silenced my grace,
Just to make others feel safe in their space?
I made myself small so they could stand tall,
Blended in, invisible, nothing at all.
Yet I was born to rise, to shine, to be seen,
Not to fade like a forgotten dream.
But when you hide, your light grows dim,
Like a candle flickering in the wind.
And when you’re ready to reclaim your flame,
You start from ashes, not the same.
I regret the moments I stepped aside,
Believed the lie, let my soul subside.
I once stood boldly, fierce and free,
But shrank because they feared me.
Never again.
We each have a purpose, a light to reveal,
A gift to share, a wound to heal.
And when we don’t—when you don’t, too—
The world loses a piece of you.
I now embrace my radiant might,
No more shadows—I am the light.
And when I stand in all I am,
I give others the strength to stand.
By Jean Marshall - The Artful Woman
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