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The One Blue-specked Dot on a White Butterfly
Just yesterday I offered the workshop Wild Words Whisper: A Whimsical Garden Writing Ritual. In the moments after torrential thunderstorms and rain had passed, a small group of participants huddled around the Peace Garden’s firepit with journals in hand and wonder in heart. The sun emerged and sprinkled through the canopy of the garden’s botany of delights, illuminating the drips and drops of rain’s tenderness on leaves, flowers, stones, ourselves, and Oneness. Our group connected from our first inhales and exhales as we nestled into the coziness of conversation, ceremony, intuitive writing, wondering, wandering, and the spirit of each other and the Peace Garden.
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)2 months ago in Potent
A Fasting Cry To God
Fasting Cry to God Our marriage had never been ideal. We married out of respect for our faith six years prior. In that time we had nothing but struggles and incompatibility. I was educated and married to a man with a seventh grade education. Our mentality was very different and so was our character.
By Alexandra Grant2 months ago in Potent
Living the Truth Others Refuse to See
Coercive control thrives in silence. It thrives in secrets. In the hidden corners where abuse is whispered about but never named, where fear keeps the truth locked inside. I write to shatter that silence. To strip abusers of the false power they cling to — not with vengeance, but with sacred testimony: a voice aligned with justice, truth, and the God who witnesses all. Speaking the truth of what happened is not a crime, not a grievance, not gossip. It is an act of courage, a declaration that fear and manipulation will no longer dictate reality.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
The Descent and the Covenant
I was born into shadow, in the house of narcissism and alcohol. The air itself was thick with distortion — love twisted into control, tenderness fused with terror. My map was shattered before I could walk, and so I wandered blind into the red glow of the streets. I mistook danger for destiny. I called hunger devotion. I called harm love.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
Hieros Gamos
In a world divided by language, doctrine, and dogma, there remains a deeper current. It flows beneath temples, across deserts, through the bones of saints, the cracks in the earth, the silent corridors of monasteries, and the stillness of sages who have walked beyond time.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
THE SPELLBREAKER’S HYMN: THE CHILD, THE MAIDEN, THE CRONE
Hear me, O Heavens, and listen, O Earth: Before the tongues of mortals could name her, Inanna entered the child’s bones. She moved in silence, in shadow, in the spaces between breath and thought. The little one, trembling yet vigilant, measured each step, each glance, each shadow. Inanna was with her, weaving strength into her marrow, calming the storm before it broke, teaching the child the language of survival. She sang through the corridors of the unseen, her voice threading courage into the girl’s fragile heart, a litany of fire and blood, unbroken.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
A Love Letter to the Night
Some moments in life don’t speak in words—they shimmer. They blink gently in the dark like fireflies weaving secret messages into the air. I’ve spent many nights sitting beneath the weight of silence, listening—not with my ears, but with my heart—waiting for the night to speak back. It always does. Softly. Slowly. Like a whisper. There’s something sacred about darkness when it’s not filled with noise. In a world that never seems to pause, nighttime feels like the earth’s way of catching its breath. And in that breath, I’ve found something precious: peace. Stillness. And occasionally, a flicker of gold dancing through the shadows. Fireflies. Tiny lights pulsing in the air, asking nothing of me except presence. They don’t blaze like streetlights. They don’t demand attention like city neon. Instead, they glow in silence, modest and patient—inviting you to slow down, to see, to feel. I think that’s what I’ve needed all along. Not more sound. Not more answers. Just stillness. Just a reason to remember that beauty doesn’t always roar—it often whispers. We live in a loud world. Our heads are full of opinions, expectations, unfinished conversations, and alarms that go off before dreams can even begin. But fireflies? They don’t live like that. They remind me that light doesn’t have to be blinding to be powerful. That softness is strength too. That presence—just being here, fully—is its own kind of glow. There was a night not long ago. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was tangled in everything unsaid, everything undone. So I stepped outside barefoot, letting the cool earth remind me I was still alive. I didn’t go far—just to the edge of a small patch of trees near my home. And there they were. Flickering, rising, falling. Not in a hurry. Not in fear. Just… existing. Lighting up the dark, not to shine forever, but to make that single moment matter. I watched in silence. That’s when I realized: the night isn’t empty. It’s full of unspoken stories. The fireflies aren’t just insects. They’re reminders. Of every small joy I’ve forgotten to feel. Of every quiet miracle I’ve brushed past. Of every time I needed healing and didn’t know how to ask for it. They whispered: "You are still here. And you are still light." It felt like a lullaby written just for me. Not sung aloud, but hummed inside my bones. Since that night, I’ve come to love darkness—not as a threat, but as a canvas. A space where the soul gets to glow without competition. A place where you remember who you are, without needing to be seen. So this is my love letter to the night. Thank you—for not rushing me. For holding my silence without asking questions. For the stars you tuck above me like a blanket. For the fireflies that teach me how to glow quietly. For the breath I forget to take during the day. For showing me that some things don’t need fixing—they just need feeling. And thank you, especially, for reminding me that light still lives in me, even when I forget how to find it. Because sometimes, when the world becomes too heavy to hold, all it takes is a single flicker in the dark to remind us—we were never alone.
By Shoaib Afridi6 months ago in Potent
Quitting Smoking Is Better Than All Anxiety Medications — A Detailed Look at Causes and Solutions
Anxiety is becoming more common in today’s busy, competitive, and stressful lives. Its causes can be many, including physical illnesses, hormonal changes, mental trauma, social pressure, and drug or alcohol abuse. Alcohol and smoking in particular have been recognized as major contributing factors in the development of anxiety.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Potent
Tokyo’s Smart Farming Revolution: A Potential Solution to the Global Food Crisis
In the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, Japan, a groundbreaking smart farming initiative is capturing global attention as a potential blueprint for addressing the world’s looming food security challenges. By integrating cutting-edge 5G technology, advanced information systems, and innovative agricultural practices, this project is revolutionizing farming in a country grappling with a shrinking workforce and an aging population. As the world faces increasing pressures from climate change, population growth, and resource scarcity, Tokyo’s smart farming model offers a glimpse into a sustainable, tech-driven future for global agriculture.
By Muhib Ullah 7 months ago in Potent
Is Marijuana Recommended for Healthy Life? An Appraisal
Increasingly, numerous countries are permitting the use of marijuana for therapeutic purposes. But its effect on human health is still poorly understood. And the few medical studies are already outdated. The issues surrounding dosage, potential side effects, and usage methods are still unresolved. Opponents of legalization claim the effect of marijuana on mental health and believe that it is a direct route to the use of heavier drugs. But no systematic research has been conducted on this issue either. The Witness briefly recounts an article by Malcolm Gladwell in The New Yorker about whether marijuana is really safe for health, what doctors say about it and what are the prospects for further, more detailed research.
By Uchenna Cosmas Nwokafor 8 months ago in Potent
