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This is SO very true….I personally could not be more grateful for all my beautiful lighthouses!  ❤️🙏Friends Are Like Lig...
11/25/2025

This is SO very true….I personally could not be more grateful for all my beautiful lighthouses! ❤️🙏

Friends Are Like Lighthouses

Friends are like lighthouses.
They don’t still the water
or quiet the approaching storm,
but they stand where land meets
the uncertainty of the sea,
offering their light
without asking anything in return.

You don’t always notice them
when the day is bright
and the path is clear;
their shape blends
into the familiar horizon.
But the moment the weather turns,
when grief thickens the air,
when loneliness fogs your sense of direction,
their presence becomes unmistakable.

A friend’s light isn’t a rescue.
It doesn’t tow you back to shore
or fix the damage
you’ve taken along the way.
It is a steady, recurring assurance:
I see you. I haven’t looked away.
I’m keeping watch
while you find your way through this.
That beam, sweeping across dark water,
is sometimes the only thing
that reminds you
you’re not drifting unseen.

And the beauty of lighthouses,
like friends,
is that they keep shining
even when you can’t bring yourself
to call for help.
They don’t demand explanations,
don’t ask you to justify your sorrow;
their light simply continues,
faithful, patient, unwavering,
until you feel ready
to move toward safety again.
The
Friends don’t save us
from the storms of our lives.
They give us something more human:
a fixed point of compassion
to steer by
so that even in the deepest darkness
we do not feel lost.

~ 'Friends Are Like Lighthouses' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Bea Taverna

Just a lil reminder. May we all recognize each others souls. 🙏 ♥️   We all have a choice…
11/03/2025

Just a lil reminder. May we all recognize each others souls. 🙏 ♥️ We all have a choice…

“Make no mistake, it was women like you who burned on those pyres for their ‘witchcraft.’ Women who listened to their in...
10/29/2025

“Make no mistake, it was women like you who burned on those pyres for their ‘witchcraft.’ Women who listened to their instincts, who connected with other souls on unseen levels. Women who healed, who loved fiercely and who saw what some eyes couldn’t. Women who shone too brightly for those in fear of their ‘powers.’
You my friend, should carry that light brightly, in honor of those who were put out. We are free, and we are more powerful than ever. And anyone who fears that, will show their colors in the light of our own.”

~ Donna Ashworth

Art: Mary Feywood

We are looking so forward & excited forThis  ❤️
10/26/2025

We are looking so forward & excited for
This ❤️

✨️ DM myself or Suz for more details! We look forward to seeing you there ☺️🙏

I felt this deeply and knew you all would too…. Sending this hug to you all 🤗 please feel it!  ❤️🙏
10/23/2025

I felt this deeply and knew you all would too…. Sending this hug to you all 🤗 please feel it! ❤️🙏

Please share your I AM…. 🙏❤️.   Mine are ~ Fearless, Aligned & Beautiful.
10/11/2025

Please share your I AM…. 🙏❤️. Mine are ~ Fearless, Aligned & Beautiful.

One by one…🙏❤️
10/08/2025

One by one…🙏❤️

❤️🙏
10/03/2025

❤️🙏

She walked softly through the forest, yet her voice carried across continents.

Jane Goodall was not merely a scientist; she was a soul entwined with nature’s breath.

With patience as her compass and compassion as her creed, she listened to the whispers of chimpanzees and taught humanity to hear.

Her legacy is etched not in stone, but in the living pulse of every creature she defended.

She stood against extinction, against indifference, against despair; undaunted, unyielding.

Her eyes saw not just animals, but kin.

Her hands planted hope where others saw ruin.

And now, though she walks in flesh no more among the trees, her spirit rustles in every leaf, echoes in every call of the wild.

Let us carry her torch; not as mourners, but as stewards.

For Jane Goodall did not vanish.

She became the forest.

~ unknown author
Photo: Twin Cities Public Television

Apr 3, 1934
Hampstead, London
Oct 1, 2025
Los Angeles, CA

Her Heart is Cracked OpenAnd yet she still does not have all of the answersShe puts all of her trust in the beauty of th...
10/01/2025

Her Heart is Cracked Open
And yet she still does not have all of the answers
She puts all of her trust in the beauty of the Unknown
The paradox of life that she has been entrusted with
Giving her all of herself to control
And opening up her cracked heart to allow her to accept all that she cannot control
Surrender
Devotion
Beauty
Awe
It doesn’t stop the heart from hurting
It doesn’t stop the pain
What it does is beat a little stronger
A Cracked Open Heart is a little bit braver
A little bit fiercer
A little bit stronger
Than it was
Her Heart is Cracked Open
Do not be afraid
Be free to beat to the rhythm
Be free to open up to the unknown
Be free to change your own dance to step into your light
Feel into your heart
Is it your pain that you feel
Or the pain of your ancestors
The pain of the earth
The pain of the stars looking down on our global beauty
Together with Our Hearts Cracked Open
We beat the drum that will not stop
Until the only sound it makes
Is the song of Peace
The song of Oneness
The song of Unity
And beats with the Heart of the Earth
In time
Forever.

( ✍️ Alexandra Gold )

Art : Rafique Sayed - WOoArts

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