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True2HeartLiving for Sensitive Souls, Ottawa, ON (2025)

11/23/2025

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FEELING THE FLAME

Love settles like a sigh of light that drifts into my bones;
It soothes me with a silence that echoes to my soul,
In that soft pause, creation sleeps, content within its glow,
For nothing needs to move there - no push or pull to know

But comfort dulls the edges of the fire I’m called to wield;
Too much of love turns weightless, like a breeze that cannot shield.
My spirit, born of motion, aches for chaos shaped to form,
For beauty forged from nothingness, awakened by the storm.

So life becomes the spark that cracks the quiet in my chest;
The fall becomes the furnace where my idle hands are blessed.
In shatterings, I kindle all the truths I had misplaced,
And rise again with burning wings reborn from what I faced.

For love is both the stillness and the force that moves the flame,
A pull between remaining whole and rising as I am.
When the downward drift begins, I sometimes choose to stay,
But other times I dive to feel the blaze rebuild my way.

For I was shaped by ashes that remember how to rise -
The phoenix, born in me, forever burns to make me fly.

Heather Lea

11/21/2025

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“Rise With Me, Little Blossoms”

Wake now, little blossoms,
I feel you dreaming beneath the soil.
The moon has climbed her silver path,
and she is calling your names softly
as softly as my grandmother once called mine.

Stretch your colors toward the night,
let your petals remember their stories.
Mother Earth is waiting to wear your beauty,
to feel your songs rising
like warm breath against her skin.

Do not fear the darkness
I walk with you, child-flowers,
and the spirits walk with me.
Together we will scatter light
across these quiet fields
until even the stars lean closer.

Come now, awaken.
Bloom with me in this sacred hour.
Let us shine together beneath the full moon,
you in your radiant colors,
and I in the grace of the ancestors
so the world may know
that beauty still chooses to live.

(Art by Serin Alar)

11/20/2025

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I PROMISE MYSELF...

To be so strong that nothing disturbs the peace of my mind.
To talk about health, happiness and prosperity to every person I meet.
To make my friends feel that there is something valuable in each of them.
To see the bright side of things and turn my optimism into reality.
To think only of the best, to work for the best and to expect only the best.
To be as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own success.
To forget the mistakes of the past and focus on the great achievements of the future.
To be cheerful and offer a smile to every being I meet.
To dedicate a lot of time to my own development.
To be too great to worry, too noble to be angry, too strong to fear and happy to tolerate the existence of troubles...
To think well of myself and to say this to the world, not in great words, but in great deeds.
To live with the belief that the whole world is on my side, as long as I am honest and aligned with the best in me."

( ✍️ Atlantis Teachings )

Art : Ballàn Mària

11/20/2025

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You have permission to inhabit your own life.
To say no,
To say yes.
To inhabit your own Knowing.
Your own body.
And all you allow,
Or do not allow,
Within it.

To love who you love.
To feel.
To inhabit anger,
Contentment,
Joy,
And heavy sorrow.
To be full of strength,
And to know weakness.

Permission to stand for something,
Or to walk away.
To find rest. To tell your story.
To give or take what is yours,
And to never explain why you leave —
Or why you stay.

You have permission, grand permission
To have a voice — and to use it,
And to let others have theirs, too.
To add your voice to the Grand Mosaic,
Your brilliant tile to humanity,
And not be silenced.

You have permission to tell the truth,
And to let others tell theirs — or to be in quiet.
To choose to engage in the old wars …
To win the game. To lose it.
Or to stand firm.
— Or to find something higher.

To know when not to listen,
Or when to be cracked open.
To let the silver spores of being infuse your life,
Or to watch your tender soul unfurl,
And come to flower.

You have permission to be Wild — so wild,
To live in, under, to live *through*.
To experience belief — and what it is to follow.
To lead,
Or to gather all you own, your whole being, if need be,
And take up your sacred path.

You have permission to live in your full truth today,
Even if that truth is gone tomorrow.
To be reborn.
Stunned like a babe, gasping from the womb —
Only to find rest in the warmth,
And soft breast
Of new Knowing.

You have permission to follow the call of your soul.
Even if it doesn't make sense.
Even if it is inconvenient.
Even if it only forms more questions.
Even if it only brings you freedom,
Or a heavy burden.

For you are not a herd beast.

You are a Being of Light,

Individuating your way out of the sleeping tribe.

You are an archangel, exalted to human,
Spreading the great arms of your wings
Into Life.

You are a Boat Builder,
A Clock Maker,
A Worker at the Compass,
Full of beauty, complexity,
And magnificent contradiction.

You, my dear,
Are a Singer of the Soul.

Never
Ever

Ask for permission.

~Rachel Alana (R.A. Falconer)
Midwives of the Soul

From "Soul Songs" by R.A. Falconer Now at Barnes & Noble, Waterstones & Amazon.

art | Serin Alan, Native Printee.

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11/20/2025

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Your Forgotten Wings

There are wings within you,
hidden beneath layers of fear and habit.
They have not vanished.
They only wait for your remembrance.
Do not seek them in the world,
nor in the praise of others.
Look inside.
They are still there, folded
like quiet maps of who you are.
They awaken in silence,
in the courage to follow a whisper of your soul,
and in the patience to watch yourself grow.
Once remembered,
they carry you beyond what you believed possible,
to a place you have always known in your heart.
Step into the sky
that has been waiting for you all along.
✍️ Rivers in the Ocean

11/17/2025

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“Where Two Lonely Hearts Became One”

They were children of the quiet earth,
a girl with midnight hair
and a wolf born from winter’s breath.
No family called their names,
no warm hands waited for them
only the wide, watching sky
and the patient heartbeat of the land.

The Mother of all things
sang them to sleep in her cradle of wind,
her lullabies woven from rivers and roots,
teaching them that loneliness
was only the beginning
of finding each other.

They fed on berries,
drank from the same silver streams,
and shared the wild songs
that the mountains whisper at dusk.
In every sunrise
they learned what love meant
two spirits growing side by side,
soft as dawn,
brave as fire.

The wolf guarded her like a brother,
like a friend,
like a soul who recognized
the same ache in her chest.
And she held him
as though his heartbeat
was the only truth she ever needed.

Years passed,
yet their bond never shifted
it was carved deeper,
like ancient symbols
pressed into the bones of the earth.
And one night, beneath the stars,
they made a promise:

“If this life ends,
we will find each other again.
If the winds scatter us,
our spirits will still walk together.
In every life,
in every dawn,
you will be mine,
and I will be yours.”

For they were no longer just a girl
and a white wolf
but two wandering hearts,
woven by nature,
protected by the ancestors,
and bound forever
by the promise of another lifetime.

(Art by Serin Alar)

11/13/2025

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The day arrived when she decided that she is done with the Mask of Anxiety, Pain and Suffering...

There was no need to be anxious anymore. Because she learned to love herself as she was. She was loved in such a deep way that all her mental and heart wounds vanished...Yes....They did...

And it was The Beloved...The one Giver of Life that poured out Infinite Love into all the cracks of her heart. The mask of anxiety fell to the ground at that very moment when she realized her worth, her value, her place in the Universal Puzzle...

She knew instantly that if she wants to live and create, the mask of anxiety must go. Her Soul told her that it was not meant to be this way...For decades it was what kept her safe.

The wounds of the heart and the scars of the mind can heal. She knew that all is possible and yet it took her almost five decades to find her center...

She had to Re-Enter her Story and Excavate what matters...

As the Mask of Anxiety was put to rest, what matters was unearthed from the sands of time. Her poetry emerged. Her life was redefined and strengths she didn't know she was showed up...

Unease and unrest was replaced with Peace of Mind.
Her True Self was awakened...
She became a Woman on a Mission...

Now she must tell others about what she excavated from under the ruins of the past...
Because where there is ruin, there is also treasure...
She must tell others about the Illusion of Insignificance...

The Mask of Insignificance must be washed away from the beautiful faces of so many amazing Souls ready to shine their Bright Light...
She must tell others who still suffer how important and Significant they are...

She must tell them that they matter...

That poetry heals the Silence of what hurts...
Life is precious...Life matters...

Suffering of the mind and heart is not a friend...
It is a heavy mask that has no use anymore...
To make a contribution it is imperative to create from a place of inner peace and forgiveness for the self and others...
Until she realized that there is nothing to forgive...
Just to integrate...

It all happens in steps...It all happens by unearthing layer by layer of conditioning...Layer by layer of perceived truth...
Until she arrives at the Core...The Center of who she is...The Center of who she was meant to be...

And that woman was me...
And that woman is YOU...

YOU...Free....Embracing Your Significance...
Knowing that YOU MATTER...
YOU ARE IMPORTANT...
YOU ARE UNIQUE...
YOU ARE VALUABLE...
YOU ARE LOVED...
AND YOU LOVE...WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND SOUL ALL THAT YOU ARE...ALL THAT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE...
Without any mask hiding your true beauty...
I am waiting for you on the other side of pain...

Take the leap...Take a chance...
Jump...With all you've got...
Take that mask and throw it away as far as you can...
Together, we can heal ourselves and the Wound of the World...

Because YOU are a Soul Deep Woman on a Mission!............................................
Reflection by Archaeology for the Woman's Soul
Corina Andronache

Photo: The image is a digital painting titled "Mabon Wind" by artist Mary Fey.

11/07/2025

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Sometimes you have to allow,
Some people to leave and let go,
You have ventured on to other paths
Your differences started to show.

But don't forget the good times,
That you shared, once upon a time,
Don't end the journey in bitterness
Changing paths is not a crime.

You walked together for a while,
And enhanced each other lives,
But there may come a time, when change occurs
And where our priorities collide .

So leave with grace, and dignity,
For we know not, the journey ahead,
Our paths may align at a later date,
So leave any difficult words unsaid .

For life has many surprises in store,
We never know what the future holds,
So thank each person for their presence,
As the journey of life unfolds ..

🖋️C.E. Coombes
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11/04/2025

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When Life Was Simple

Beneath our daily worries and concerns,
a carefree, childlike heart still beats,
chasing light between the fences,
counting clouds instead of hours.

A swing still waits for someone brave enough to fly,
while memory drifts like sunlight through the trees.
We remember a time when joy once came so easily,
when rain was not
a problem to solve,
but an invitation.

Sometimes,
in the midst of our busy lives,
a laugh breaks loose,
a memory tugs at the sleeve,
and, for a moment,
we are again
the joyful, unguarded selves
we once were,
when life was simple,
and every tomorrow
was still a dream we believed in.

~ 'When Life Was Simple' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Pascal Campion

11/03/2025

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