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9 09, 2025

Notes From George – A Dream with George

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:22:18-06:00September 9th, 2025|Notes From George Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I drifted off last night with George on my mind, quietly asking what he might think about me writing this blog. To my surprise, he showed up in my dreams. It felt so real—like he was alive again, moving through time and space beside me—until morning pulled me back.

Soooo… what’s happening in your little corner of Earth and time right now?

Ah, I understand…

Oh my goodness…

I hear you…

Mmm, I get it…

Oh wow…

These little talks always make me smile.

George

This dream was a comfort—a sweet glimpse of George that I carried with me […]

7 09, 2025

George — steady, weathered, and at home on the water.

Notes From George – A Brother’s Legacy of Love & Wisdom

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:22:40-06:00September 7th, 2025|Notes From George Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Notes from George

An Introduction

My brother George never set out to be a teacher. He wasn’t loud with his wisdom, and he never sought the spotlight. His lessons were carried in the quiet way he lived—simple words, steady love, and a bravery that never asked to be noticed.

This series, Notes from George, gathers those moments and holds them close. They are reminders of the best little brother anyone could have, and reflections of the truth he lived: that love, even when whispered, leaves an echo that carries on.

George was born on June 23, 1956, and by December 25th, he became my most cherished Christmas gift. I had wished for a baby […]

6 09, 2025

Beneath My Silence – Grief Is Love Remembering

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:07:07-06:00September 6th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Grief Is Love Remembering

Grief is the echo of love—
A sacred ache that shows your heart once opened wide.
It is the living proof that you loved deeply, that someone touched your soul so profoundly, their absence now resounds in every breath you take.

Grief is daunting—
Because no words, no tears, no desperate prayers can reverse the finality of what’s been lost.
You are left holding memories in place of a hand, and that truth ~

unyielding and sharp~

must be faced again and again.

Grief is isolating—
Even when surrounded by love, because the […]

30 08, 2025

Grateful Living: A Path Beyond Entitlement, Scarcity, and Fear

By Doré Frances|2025-08-30T11:58:25-06:00August 30th, 2025|Spirituality, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Grateful living – it rests with us to shape our words into vessels of gratitude, using whatever tools we hold to speak thanks again and again.

Each time we choose gratitude—in every place, in every way—we soften the weight of fear and anxiety woven into us by the voices of the world.

Let’s remind this generation, and those that follow, how effortless it can be to notice blessings.

Otherwise, entitlement grows unchecked—an epidemic of the spirit.

We live within an economic system and a culture of messaging designed to keep us craving, comparing, consuming, and judging. These forces create discontent, binding us to illusions of scarcity and separateness, regardless of how much we already possess.

We are taught to mask our truth—pretending we have more […]

30 08, 2025

Girl in a red dress with teddy bear and red ballon overhead

Beneath My Silence – Close Your Eyes

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:07:00-06:00August 30th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Close your eyes ~ I’m not far away.

In your thoughts, I gently stay. In quiet moments, soft and near, you’ll feel my love, still crystal clear.

Don’t weep for me ~

I’ve journeyed on to a place where sorrow’s gone: no pain, no fear, no weight to bear~

just peace and music everywhere. Don’t picture me in night or rain, for I am free from age and pain. I’ve found the light, the skies above, a realm of rest, of grace, of love. So when you miss me, pause and hear the hush behind that silent tear. I’m in your heart, I’ve not withdrawn ~

in spirit, love like mine lives on.

26 08, 2025

The Gift of Being Different: Life as an Intuitive Empath

By Doré Frances|2025-08-26T11:28:36-06:00August 26th, 2025|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

As an intuitive empath, I sometimes feel like a wanderer in a world that doesn’t quite fit. My soul feels everything with such depth that true kinship is rare to find. California once held a place in my circle of belonging. Colorado has yet to offer me that same embrace.

Childhood felt different for me, as if I lived in a parallel world. The noise of parties, concerts, and malls felt like assaults on my spirit, and I learned early to mask that pain with substances just to endure.

Solitude was my nourishment—the stillness of the park, the sheltering arms of a tree, the soft current of poetry spilling onto the page.

After my mother’s death, even in a […]

25 08, 2025

Whispers To The Soul – You Are Enough: Embracing Self-Love Beyond Judgment

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:56:32-06:00August 25th, 2025|Collections, Whispers To The Soul Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Ever since the first moments of being teased in elementary school, we’ve all wrestled with covering up the things about us that others could easily see.

This is not something orchestrated, but an invisible and often wounding transition: from knowing only the safety of ourselves to facing the judgments of the world.

The tragedy is how rarely we are reminded that we are kind, beautiful, and worthy—how seldom we are told we need not hide.

Instead, we come to believe that growing up means covering who we are.

There’s nothing more false. Somewhere, we learned to think that parts of us had to be hidden.

The moment we buy into that, even for a little while, the weight of not-enoughness presses in.

There’s nothing you need […]

23 08, 2025

The Girl Left Behind – The Last Morning I Saw My Mother Alive

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:29:30-06:00August 23rd, 2025|Collections, The Girl Left Behind Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

The last morning I saw my mother alive, she carried herself with a strange kind of quiet, as if the world was holding its breath.

It was Columbus Day, October 12, 1962—a school holiday—and Aunt Connie had stayed the night to take George and me away for the long weekend.

Nothing about the day announced itself as different, yet looking back, I can see how the silence settled like a shadow over the house.

I woke to the smell of bacon drifting through the kitchen, a scent that has never left me.

When I walked in, the four of us—Mom, Aunt Connie, George, and me—sat together around the small table, bathed in the soft […]