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When Does True Growth Begin?
Loneliness is precious, for only in that quiet stillness can you truly hear the voice of your own heart. You've faced your sadness and shed your tears alone, honestly. You accept them, knowing they are life lessons, part of life's journey.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing13 days ago in Poets
The Sea Needs Your Help
The sea needs your help. 🌊 Dog waste and weed killers end♻️ downstream in the bay.🗑️ Please collect dog waste and put it in the trash. Remember the birds and bees when selecting weed killers. Encourage local golf courses to use environmentally friendly practices and products.
By Andrea Corwin 13 days ago in Poets
Focus On People Who Matter
What truly exhausts us in life isn't work, nor reality itself, but the people who make us uncomfortable. Even if you haven't done anything, a single word or expression from them can cause immense stress. They aren't worth your attention, yet they consume your entire day's mood.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing14 days ago in Poets
The Necessary Edge: Embracing Discomfort as the Blueprint for Growth
Growth is rarely gentle. Most of the time, it's more like a path you have to navigate alone. No one can bear it for you, make the decisions for you, or help you overcome the obstacles you want to run away from.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing15 days ago in Poets
Flooded Floorless Jungle
See previous notes for further context: Notes from L’amor Raging Rapids. Where I crashed on the far side of the shore, naked, clambering for whatever sand oozes grit through my fingers while clenching for humid air may not make sense. Your former partner, another researcher with a separate hypothesis with semi-complementary objectives, is lost on the opposite side, miles back. A wave and a salute to such a spirit who got one hell of a ride out of you before you gathered whatever supplies, whatever notes of yours, and the ones left by them, you frantically salvage before trekking into Flooded Floorless Jungle…
By Willem Indigo15 days ago in Poets




