Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

Oh, glory be, my quick-silver, coffee-kissed one.

May the wild pulse of nature hold you upright against the leaning weight of the home world— Remind you how alive your body is.

As winter’s tongue traces your skin, trailing prickled flesh, let its breath reveal hidden truth— that life is a trembling spark, a moment of heat, a brief astonishment melting in the palm faster than we can grasp.

So gather your moments. Let Geneva’s hush and stone and snowfall re-enchant you, re-make you, undo you a little as it fills you with that hungry awe you carry in your breast.

It will wash through and out of you swirling and twisting in glorious celebration of your existence.

And when you walk the ancient streets, newly veiled with unsullied snow— slow yourself. Let the air press close. Let the silence learn the shape of you.

Listen.

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Let the wind speak in magnetic sighs and slow exhales of revelation. Feel its inevitable pull toward ecstasy.

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Wonder at the path cut in the pure white and marvel that it is yours:

Wysteria—

lover of ink and cadenced breath, synesthetic daughter of song, ember-hearted pilgrim, friend of the God who threads worth through the world like light through needles of fir.

How many hours, how many small mercies and thresholds, have brought you to this weary, glorious morning?

Turn— and see how the path ahead is still unbroken snow, unscripted, waiting for the architecture of your next footfall.

See how possibility follows you like a quiet animal,—— who knows your scent, faithful and unseen.

Say a prayer, for the God of all comfort walks beside you, reading the radiance you keep hidden.

And know this:

You carry in your bosom the seedlight of nations— future souls who will one day call you mother, and bless you for teaching them how to love the Creator as you do: steadily, brightly, with an unquenchable flame.

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During today's lunch, I challenged myself to not use my phone until I was done eating. This used to be easy for me, but I've since let old habits creep in. I counted at least 6 times, that my hand unconsciously drifted to my jeans pocket trying to take my phone out. I was successful though at stopping myself every time. I was able to finish lunch without needing to use my phone to distract or entertain myself.

What's the point of this exercise? For me, the point is I got to rest my eyes. I work on computers all day. Spending lunch time looking at my phone will not rest my eyes. Looking at something far away in the distance does.

A bonus I got from doing this, is that I had time to think. Without my phone in front of me while eating, I thought about starting an online journal once again.

Why?

I dunno. It's something that's been nagging at me for awhile now. Every once in awhile, I get this itch to journal online.

Another thing nagging at me is this fear of losing the ability to creatively write entirely on my own, without the use of AI. I want to be able to write something at a moment's notice. I want to be able to write down something that I just thought about mere seconds ago — and explain it in my own words, in my own sentences, whether they are grammatically correct or not. I want to be able to do all that and not use AI in the process.

With the advent of AI tools, I feel that this is a skill that I will soon lose if I don't practice. And one way to practice is to blog or write journals online.

And so that's how this post ended up here.

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