Doré E. Frances
Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think
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What’s behind many survivors isn’t always strength – but exhaustion. The kind that comes from holding it together alone, in a world that never made space for their pain, never offered a safe place to breathe or fall apart.
Quick—what pops into your head when you hear Woodstock? Peace signs and flower crowns? Psychedelics and guitar solos? Or a sea of beautiful souls living in harmony?
That silver-haired pair behind you at the grocery store?
They once stood under rain-soaked skies, wrapped in music and revolution at Woodstock.
Woodstock changed me in ways I never expected—and though running away to get there was bold, it was worth every step.
After three days steeped in peace, love, and music, the shift back to reality was jarring. The warm chaos of Woodstock faded fast as I stepped through the door and was met with two disapproving faces—no flower crowns, just cold stares. My father told me he was disappointed. My stepmother […]
If I could offer you just one piece of advice to carry with you, it would be this: cherish the moments – every single one –
with the people, places, and things you love. Because everything has a final time, and more often than not, we don’t realize we are living a “last” until it’s already passed.
The last sunrise you’ll ever see. The last time you taste your favorite dessert. The last time you walk through a familiar doorway, hold your pet close, or hear a loved one ‘s voice. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to know when it’s the end –
and we get the chance to soak it in. But more often, the goodbye is silent and slips by unnoticed. So […]
When we want less stress, less anger and fear, and fewer moments of disappointment, we need to loosen the grip of our expectations—they often create the very suffering we seek to avoid.
Life doesn’t always bend to our preferences.
Whether it’s traffic, people, or weather, frustration often arises not from the situation, but from the belief that it should have gone differently.
Releasing those expectations can make room for peace. When we release the grip of expectation, we allow life to unfold more gently.
A dull movie, a missed win, or a love that changes shape hurt less when we’re not holding tight to how it should have been.
Even small things—like the color of an avocado or the silence of […]
In Loving Memory of Those Gone Too Soon
We carry you in our hearts – in the quiet moments of dawn, in the stillness of the night, beneath starlit skies. You return in a melody, a familiar scent, a place that once held laughter. Though you are no longer here, you are never truly gone.
You are woven into everything.
For empathetic souls, daily self-care isn’t optional—it’s vital. When nurtured with intention, your sensitivity becomes your greatest strength. There was a time I believed it was my duty to ease the pain of everyone around me.
However, healing doesn’t come from rescuing—it comes from allowing.
In learning this, I’ve reclaimed parts of myself that were lost to codependency. I live with an open heart and a spirit attuned to more profound truths.
My empathy, intuition, and connection to something greater guide me.
I long for soul-level connections, not surface encounters.
Compassion doesn’t come with an off-switch for me.
I feel everything—sometimes too much.
It’s not just about caring; it’s about managing what I take in, so I don’t lose myself in the emotions of others.
I’ve lived with […]
I still hold on to hope. To the quiet strength of generosity. To the idea that kindness outlasts cruelty. That true power lies not in force –
but in grace. I believe a gentle word can soften anger. That tenderness holds its own quiet courage. And that we are so much more than what the world can see. Joy, I believe, is found not in things –
but in peace. And the simple acts of giving, without fanfare or reward, bring me peace. I believe love endures.
And no matter what storms may come –
I still believe.
Something Broke Inside Me
It didn’t end my story, however, it rewrote the lines. A silent fracture, etched in time. I walked away – still breathing, yet changed in ways unseen. A quiet ache replaced the light of all I might have been.
That moment stole a piece of me, left hollow where hope had lived. Now I move with unseen sorrow, with nothing more to give. I survived –
yet not untouched. I live –
yet not the same. A stillness lingers in my chest, a whisper wrapped in pain. No one sees the loss I bear –
a scar the world can’t find. Yet I remember …
when something broke deep inside.