reflections, healing, and letters to self
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: When did money become more important than people?
There have been many moments in my life where I have found myself in disbelief over current local news or the realization of the repetitive…
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≻: In the knowing..
More than money— our time the immeasurable value that a time well spent can have in our lives is something I sometimes forget to digest.…
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≻: January reflections
I spent a good bit of the month being honest with myself about my spending habits. There are plenty of ways I could have saved…
Peace of Ruta 