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5 10, 2025

Trusting the Flow: Surrendering to Divine Timing and Life’s Natural Rhythm

By Doré Frances|2025-10-23T11:57:10-06:00October 5th, 2025|Spirituality, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

There is a quiet current guiding my life, one that I am learning to trust more deeply. As I surrender to its rhythm, it carries me toward the people, places, and experiences meant for my growth. When I stay aligned with this flow, everything unfolds in divine timing. At times, the pace of the universe does not mirror the urgency of my ego. When my plans stall, I am learning to rest in trust.

Every time I’ve tried to push or hurry what was still ripening, life has reminded me — the bloom unfolds when it’s ready. There was a time when anxiety became my saboteur — when striving too hard led me to exhaustion and illness.

4 10, 2025

A child walking down a path towards two worlds

Whispers To The Soul – When the Soul Whispers No

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:55:55-06:00October 4th, 2025|Collections, Spirituality, Whispers To The Soul Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I smile, yes, while my soul whispers no.

When the soul whispers no.

There have been many times I said yes when I needed to have said no—too worried about what others might think, too afraid of seeming selfish.

When I was seventeen, I got married. Not because I was ready, but because I wanted to escape the chaos at home. My father offered an alternative path—a car, an apartment, and the opportunity to study veterinary medicine in college.

But back then, I couldn’t imagine choosing myself. So I said yes to a life that wasn’t mine, and in doing so, I hurt someone who had loved me deeply.

3 10, 2025

Adoption Secrets Uncovered: A 50-Year Search for Truth

By Doré Frances|2025-10-23T11:59:54-06:00October 3rd, 2025|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Adoption secrets. What came next was far from what I had imagined.

When it comes to adoptees searching for their birth parents, there doesn’t seem to be much in between.

You either feel pulled toward the truth, or you don’t. For me, that pull has always been strong.

In California, where I was born, no system exists to help adoptees or birth parents reconnect. For fifty years, I’ve pursued every lead, no matter how faint. And now, at the point where my adoption, George’s adoption, my mother’s death, and the Cascinai family history converge, the story twists into turns I could never have imagined. My investigation has drawn on a wide range of sources: correspondence from my aunt Dorothy and my father, records […]

29 09, 2025

Notes From George – Remembering George

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:21:53-06:00September 29th, 2025|Notes From George Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

George and I always shared a deep love for the water. For me, that meant living along the coastline for fifty years and now settling near two quiet lakes.

For George, it meant the vast ocean of Port Alexander, Alaska—an untamed place where the tides, currents, and winds of Southeast Alaska ruled daily life.

We both grew up in a family where love and respect weren’t evenly distributed, and yes, there were times when we felt alone and even frightened. So, George and I created our own joy—we threw little parties, dreamed of mansions, and clung to each other’s company.

I adored George and admired his simple, steady energy. He never graduated from high school, […]

27 09, 2025

The Girl Left Behind – Haunted by Her Death

By Doré Frances|2026-07-30T14:29:05-06:00September 27th, 2025|Collections, The Girl Left Behind Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

On the evening of October 14, 1962, George and I were just kids on vacation, free from rules and bedtimes.

We laughed with Aunt Connie and Uncle Chuck while cousin Mike popped us bowls of popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. Later, we clanged away at the pinball machine in the garage, its flashing lights making us feel like the night could go on forever.

When we finally grew tired, we hugged and kissed Aunt Connie and Uncle Chuck goodnight, wrapped in their warmth, before curling up in our beds, safe and happy.

The house grew quiet. We drifted into sleep without a care in the world. But then, somewhere in the darkest hours, […]

23 09, 2025

Beneath My Silence – A Salute to the Strong Woman Who Never Surrendered

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:08:06-06:00September 23rd, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

A Salute to the Strong Woman Who Never Surrendered.

To the steadfast woman. She became the anchor of a ship adrift, bracing against storms that sought to break her. Her sails strained against relentless winds, yet she stood unshaken ~

fearless, unyielding. Choice was rarely hers to claim, yet she chose to rise and fight, never surrendering.

Within her, fragments of happiness and sparks of hope flickered, dimmed but never extinguished ~

shadowed by the raw honesty she bore while peace remained out of reach. She carried every role with grace, yet the world overlooked her right to rest, her right to breathe freely.

In silence, she bore the weight of fear and […]

20 09, 2025

Girl standing in a field of flowers all alone

Beneath My Silence – The Quiet Ache That Says “Enough”

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:07:57-06:00September 20th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

No one sees the weight I carry ~ the quiet ache that whispers “enough.” Some days, I want to shut down and disappear.

Yet even when I’m depleted, I search for the encouragement I give so freely.

Fear and worry change nothing:

they only wear me down. I keep praying, holding to my faith, and refusing to let go of hope.

18 09, 2025

Beneath My Silence – Recognizing Emotional Manipulation

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:07:51-06:00September 18th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Some people will deliberately provoke you, pressing on your deepest wounds until they draw out your worst reaction. Then, with feigned innocence, they flip the script ~

casting themselves as the victim while painting you as the aggressor.

It’s a calculated game:

they push, prod, and exploit your emotions, then act shocked when you respond.

Their aim isn’t resolution or understanding ~

it’s control.

By manipulating guilt and shame, they keep you off-balance and in their grip.

Don’t be deceived.

See the pattern for what it is: emotional hijacking.

Break the cycle by refusing to play the role they’ve assigned you.

Guard your peace, hold your boundaries, and […]