10 09, 2026

The Freedom of Not Filling the Silence

By |2026-09-10T12:49:57-06:00September 10th, 2026|Spirituality, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I do not enjoy small talk. As an introverted empath, I have never been particularly good at it, and more often than not, it leaves me feeling drained.

Small talk has always felt somewhat forced to me ~

as though words are being used simply to fill the space, avoid an uncomfortable silence, or keep us safely away from anything deeper.

I would much rather have a meaningful conversation or simply share a comfortable silence than talk for the sake of talking. Over time, I have learned to give myself permission not to participate. I know some people may interpret my quietness as aloofness or even rudeness. I no longer feel ashamed of it, although I admit that I […]

10 09, 2026

Whispers To The Soul – At the Pace of What Is Real

By |2026-09-10T11:53:22-06:00September 10th, 2026|Spirituality, Whispers To The Soul Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Like so many people, I spent years trying to fit too much life into too little time.

I took on too much. I moved too quickly. I overcommitted, overplanned, and filled my days with things that somehow always seemed important at the time. There was always something else to accomplish, somewhere else to be, another responsibility waiting for me.

Since retiring, I have begun to understand something I couldn’t fully appreciate when I was constantly moving:

Life has its own pace. And I don’t have to outrun it.

I am learning to move at the pace of what is real ~

the conversation happening in front of me, the person […]

10 09, 2026

Beneath My Silence – Never Stop Reaching

By |2026-09-10T11:13:55-06:00September 10th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Innocence knows something we often forget as we grow ~

that losing a dream doesn’t mean we stop dreaming.

We may stumble. We may watch something we hoped for slip beyond our grasp. But there is always another moment, another possibility, another reason to move forward.

Sometimes courage isn’t standing tall. Sometimes it’s simply lifting our head, reaching out once more, and believing there may still be something beautiful ahead. No matter how many times life disappoints us, we can begin again. We can hope again. We can reach again.

Never stop reaching.

27 08, 2026

Beneath My Silence – What Remains Within

By |2026-08-27T14:44:13-06:00August 27th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

In the midst of darkness, I discovered a light within me that refused to disappear.

Through seasons of sorrow, I found that joy had not abandoned me. It had simply grown quiet, waiting patiently beneath the pain.

When life became chaotic, I discovered a still place within myself ~
somewhere the noise could not reach, somewhere my soul could rest.

And when the coldest seasons came, when everything around me felt barren, I learned that warmth still lived within me.

That is what life has taught me.

The world can challenge me, disappoint me, hurt me, and sometimes bring me to my knees.

But it cannot take everything.

There is something within me that hardship has never been able to reach ~
a light that survives the darkness, a […]

27 08, 2026

The Loneliness of Secrets: Finding Connection Through Vulnerability

By |2026-08-27T11:29:45-06:00August 27th, 2026|Emotional Healing, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I grew up in a household where we children were given one very clear instruction: what happened inside our home stayed inside our home.

We were never to discuss it with others, much less write about it publicly. Even as a child, I understood there was a reason for the secrecy.

Some of what happened behind those doors was inappropriate; some of it crossed far more serious lines.

My brothers seemed to accept the silence differently. To them, families had secrets. You kept them hidden.

That was simply how the world worked. For many years, I did the same.

Writing about those years now is not an act of revenge. My parents are no longer here, and exposing their […]

23 08, 2026

Notes From George – It Is What It Is, Until It’s Not

By |2026-08-23T13:22:05-06:00August 23rd, 2026|Notes From George Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

George used to say, “It is what it is. Until it’s not.” Simple words, but they held a truth I struggled for years to understand. So much of life is right in front of us, yet we spend enormous amounts of energy wishing it were different. George rarely did that. He had an unusual ability to accept what was.

He didn’t look at our father and spend his life wishing he had been a different man. He didn’t expect our stepmother to become someone she wasn’t. That didn’t mean George approved of what happened to us or that it didn’t hurt him. He simply understood that fighting reality wouldn’t change it. He used to […]

23 08, 2026

What Difficult People Can Teach Us About Healing and Boundaries

By |2026-08-23T12:15:51-06:00August 23rd, 2026|Emotional Healing, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Everyone who crosses our path has something to teach us. The people who bring kindness and consistency into our lives teach us about companionship, friendship, love, and trust.

They remind us what it feels like to be valued, supported, and cared for.

The difficult people teach us differently. Their behavior may disappoint us, frustrate us, or even hurt us, but sometimes those encounters reveal places within us that still need attention. They can uncover old wounds, emotional triggers, and vulnerabilities we may not have realized were still tender.

When someone criticizes our choices, we can learn to protect our sense of self and establish healthier boundaries. When someone’s words or actions cause us […]

23 08, 2026

Beneath My Silence — When I Feel Unseen

By |2026-08-23T10:56:54-06:00August 23rd, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Emotional Healing, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I learned young how quickly a life can disappear. One day there was a mother, a home, animals I loved, a room that knew my name, books and toys, friends and familiar hallways.

And then there wasn’t.

No goodbye to the life before. No place to put the memories. No permission to speak of what had been mine.

I learned to carry it quietly.

Perhaps that is why silence still finds the tender places in me. Why an unanswered call can become more than an unanswered call.

Why someone’s absence can awaken an old question:

Did I matter?

I have spent years trying not to ask too much of people.

I listen to their stories ~
their work, their families, […]

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