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2025 Affirmations

  1. My words create beauty and meaning, carrying the warmth of my inner light as well as the authenticity, depth, and complexity of the mind into the world.
  2. I trust life to guide me towards places of deep love and awe.
  3. Time is a kind companion, unfolding each moment at the perfect pace and guiding me gently beyond painful memories, allowing me to heal and grow with grace.
  4. I am open to new opportunities that align with my passions and purpose.
  5. A quiet moment with myself is a place of growth, wisdom, and solace.
  6. Each new day is a blank page.
  7. I prioritise my well-being by caring for my mind, body, and spirit.
  8. My spirit embraces the soft glow of hope.
  9. The harmony I seek flows from the wellspring of my own soul.
  10. I cultivate a clear, open heart and mind, free from old baggage, regrets or unresolved ties.
  11. My life oscillates between moments spent with healthy, genuine connections and moments of peaceful solitude.
  12. I embrace a refreshing sense of freedom as I move joyfully into new beginnings.

Gift Ideas for a Sentimental Soul

Antique mirror
Dreamy fragrance
Heart-shaped silver locket with photo
Crystal figurine
Art phone case
Gothic candelabrum
Vintage bag
Sophisticated drop earrings
Lace garter
Confessional letters
Mubi subscription
Gaia subscription
Adventure games on Steam
White lace dress
Satin pillow cases and bed sheets
Embellished cosmetics
Vintage diary decorated with pressed flowers
Poetry books
Old film camera
Art bookmark
Musical box
Personalised Star Map
Antique Fountain Pen
Scented candles
Pressed flower jewellery
Press on nails with intricate designs
Deep conversations
Emotional support

Gratitude Journal Entry No 2

I’m grateful I’ve come to a stage in my life journey where I am far from being consumed by other people’s paths. Instead, I remain focused on my own alignment, recognising that what works for one person may not resonate with another – and that’s perfectly okay. I’ve gained clarity and serenity as a result of this discernment, which has also taught me to value my unique journey while honouring others’.

I like to believe that the universe ultimately has my back, as it guides me toward what aligns with my highest good (sometimes gently, other times not so much). The main purpose of some experiences is to redirect me towards opportunities I might not have otherwise seen. For instance, if I happen to be around people who are not a vibrational match for me, that should not discourage me; instead, it should make me realise what my needs and wishes are so that I direct my energy towards people who are right for me. In this context, I’m grateful that my instinct for self-preservation often acts as a social compass. Trusting this process brings me a profound sense of comfort and reinforces my belief in the beauty of life’s unfolding.

In this reflective moment, I extend my gratitude to all living beings – animals, plants, the elements, and the earth itself – that sustain and enrich my life. I honour the care and labour of the generations before me and the blessings of health, safety, and community that I am privileged to enjoy for these gifts, both tangible and intangible, represent reminders of the interconnectedness of all life.

The everyday blessings such as the cozy embrace of a warm blanket, the shelter of home, the nourishment of simple and fancy food, and the honesty of genuine connections – these are the basis of a fulfilling life. As time passes, I’ve come to value these seemingly ordinary experiences for the extraordinary joy and comfort they provide.

Gratitude transforms our perspective on life itself, enabling us to find joy in the simplest things such as the breath in our lungs or the resilience of our own hearts. Even amidst challenges, gratitude has the power to lighten burdens and allow moments of joy to shine through the darkness.

And so, I close this entry with gratitude for life in all its complexity. Life is not without its struggles, but it’s filled with opportunities for growth, beauty, and connection. May this gratitude continue to guide me – and anyone reading – towards joy, courage, and love.

Gratitude Journal Entry No 1

Today, a sense of peace and joy fills me as I write this first entry in my gratitude journal. I’m thankful for the courage to finally start this little project, knowing it’s a step towards nurturing my mental health after facing a year of challenges I wasn’t sure I’d overcome. But here I am. Writing this journal is an act of self-love. As November comes to an end, I find myself looking forward to Christmas, anticipating the lighter, warmer feeling that always accompanies the magic of the season. This Christmas will feel even more special with my new companion by my side – my sweet little cat, Fairy, who’s been a constant source of joy and laughter. I can already imagine her curiously inspecting the ornaments and playfully pawing at the tinsel, adding a delightful touch of mischief and joy to the season.

I’m grateful for my inspiration to write poetry. I’m grateful for finally starting to take singing lessons, thus validating my real potential in this department. I’m grateful to have the chance to start a new online course on The Psychology of Emotions: an introduction to embodied cognition. I’m grateful for the Steam Autumn sale, as I will finally play Hogwarts Legacy.

I am filled with gratitude for the simple joys that often go unnoticed. I’m thankful for the slice of decadent cake I indulged in. For discovering the pure deliciousness of Oreo Frappé. For making plans to bake molten chocolate lava cake with my mother. For the laughter and care of loved ones.

As I look outside, I’m grateful for the crisp air, the gentle sway of trees in the wind, and the warmth of observing the cold weather while being wrapped in a cozy blanket watching the new season of Arcane.

More than anything, I am thankful for the chance to begin anew, the strength that has brought me here, and the hope that keeps me going. I embrace the journey forward as I’m sharing it with you.

Life’s beauty sometimes lies in such fleeting moments, and I am learning to cherish them more each day. Gratitude, for me, represents a path to finding peace in the present. This journal is also a promise to myself to reflect and cherish the good as it encourages me to keep my heart open, even on days when the world feels heavy. I may be sad at times, but, a layer behind the sadness, there is hope.

Her

in her soul-healing era
she is
a magnetic muse
her aura
(mystical and rare)
breathes in
the soft spell of becoming–

she moves through dimensions,
vibrating at a
dream-born
frequency where the
cosmic
folds into her hands,
pure-hearted (she loses no one,
they lose her; their hands cannot
hold the sky)

her dreams are fragments of soul medicine;
her whispers no longer embody
the ache of the ephemeral.

Angels

We will survive
in spite of everything
by birthing ourselves
as many times as we need.
We are the women who dare
to dream and create
in spite of the eyes
of an empty world
We are the snow angels
flying away before
they can clip our wings.
Lustrous,
our transmutations,
our rich inner lives,
our unbreakable spirit.
We shall create our own meanings
we shall write our own narratives
we will find our voices again
after the countless attempts of others
to reduce us to silence.

Ice princess

She walks barefoot through a haunting dreamscape,
tear-stained by echoes of forgotten prayers.
A snow princess with a gown of starlight
and a crown of insight, glowing, nocturnal.
From her heart, something crystalline, ancient,
emerging–
whispering secrets of lives half-remembered
etching memories into the ether of her soul.
She rises, as if part of a song,
as if she is both the seeker and the found,
the dreamer and the dream,
a solitary note in a phantasmagorical harmony.
The wind speaks in tongues she seems to understand,
while she pierces through it as she crosses
bridges she created above chasms
within the labyrinth of being
she reclaims words and concepts
piece by piece, entering the puzzle of her nature.

Dreamscape

A labyrinth of quiet alleys

where you absorb moments that feel
like they belong to no one,
and yet to everyone who’s ever been here.

The scent of the sea clings to the air,
mixing with coffee, incense,
and the distant laughter of strangers.

Here, serendipity is a way of being.

A church,
its walls reverberating with Vivaldi’s notes,
a heartbeat from centuries past

filling the air with something
that feels like longing,
or maybe just peace.

You wander
and the city shifts around you,
showing you its secrets,
its ethereal beauty that you only notice
when you’re not looking.

A flash of sunlight on a canal,
a reflection that disappears as soon as you see it,
a city that holds you,
then lets you go
while you carry a piece of it in your thoughts.