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  The Light in Our Hands This is deep. For the past seven years, I’ve felt like I’ve been drifting through a dream; sometimes a nightmare. I no longer trusted my body, the one I’d always relied on. It felt like I was trapped inside it, constantly bracing, trying to protect myself from… myself. I lost who I was. I lost my magic. I tucked away my soul and did what I could to survive....but that was all I did. Just survive. I felt caged, frozen in fear, too scared to even try to escape. But one day, something shifted. A flicker. A will to return to myself. That was three years ago. Since then, I’ve been slowly, bravely working to open the door to that cage and step outside. It’s taken so much strength. I’ve had to be brave in ways I never imagined. And yes there have been times I’ve retreated, crawled back into the safety of that cage… but never for long. Because now, I know I’m not meant to stay there. I’ve turned to nature. To energy. To the quiet but certain truth that I a...
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 A Soft Place to Land There are moments when the world feels just a little too loud. So, I made a picture of a place I’d rather be. Not somewhere real, at least, not in the traditional sense. But a quiet little village, wrapped in springtime light, where the breeze is gentle and the weight I’m carrying feels lighter somehow. In my mind, I’ve ridden a bike here. My thoughts trailing behind me like ribbons, streaming loose in the wind. And now I’m still, breathing it all in. This is what I do when things start to feel too full. I find a still moment, and I make it visual. Sometimes I think I feel too much. I absorb things I don’t always know what to do with. People’s joys, heartaches, the unspoken in-between. It settles in my bones before I even realize it. And while I love being someone others turn to, there are days when I feel a little lost in it. Like I’ve wandered too far from my own center. So I create these little spaces in Second Life. Not just for the picture...but for ...
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(My Tiny Glade)   Tiny Glade: My Tiny Escape from Big Chaos Lately, I’ve been losing myself in Tiny Glade , a game so cozy it might as well come with a free blanket and a cup of tea. It’s a sandbox-style wonderland where you build picturesque little landscapes roads winding through forests, quaint cottages nestled among trees, and adorable creatures just vibing with no particular agenda. There’s no pressure, no deadlines, no “you must do this or you fail” nonsense just pure, unfiltered relaxation. What makes Tiny Glades so special to me is its ability to hush the chaotic noise of real life. After a long day of dealing with emails, responsibilities, and whatever else life throws at me (seriously, why so much?), I grab my laptop, make a ridiculously oversized cup of tea, wrap myself in a blanket like a human burrito, and settle in. The joy of creating a little world one I’d actually want to live in is the perfect antidote to reality. Visually, this game is a total delight. Every det...
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  Creating for Joy, Not for Likes Let’s be real for a second Platforms to share your art can be a battlefield. Not the fun, imaginary kind with dragons and orcs, but the exhausting kind where creativity is pitted against algorithms, and art becomes a numbers game. And honestly? I’m over it. I didn’t start taking pictures in Second Life to rack up likes, to battle it out for the biggest blogger deals, or to stress over which post gets the most engagement. I started because I love it. Because snapping a picture, editing it, and bringing an idea to life is my version of a meditation. And somewhere along the way, I almost forgot that. I found myself obsessing over details, tweaking and perfecting until the magic of the process was lost. What was supposed to be an escape a way to let my imagination run wild became a self-imposed pressure cooker. And for what? A few extra hearts on a screen?  Don’t get me wrong, I’ll absolutely credit something if I love it. The fashion, the builds,...
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  A Relaxing Evening in the Russian Apocalypse Sometimes, you just want to relax. Unwind. Forget your worries. So, naturally, I boot up the most soul-destroying, stress-inducing game ever created. With a hot drink in hand and a heart full of hope, I begin my new life… washed up on a cold, desolate beach with nothing but an apple and the sheer will to survive. Three steps inland, and I spot another fresh spawn. I do the universal “I’m friendly” wiggle, the delicate side-to-side shuffle that says, Hey, we’re both helpless, let’s not ruin each other’s day! But am I actually friendly? That’s still up for debate. He doesn’t need to know that, though. If all else fails, I could always pull the classic click mic, let them hear I’m female move....it’s an instant psychological weapon. But no, that’s a last resort. Instead, I commit to the wiggle, shimmying like a malfunctioning Roomba across the dirt. And then....oh. This guy is not here for friendship. Out comes his tiny knife. Sigh......
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The End of Winter   This winter has been the longest I’ve ever known. And it didn’t start in November—it started last June, when the sun was still hot, when the days should have been bright. But instead, a shadow fell over everything. The days grew dark, and then even darker, as I felt a loss deeper than anything I’d ever known. Grief is a winter of its own kind. It settles in like frost on the soul, quiet and unrelenting. It strips the color from the world, leaving only gray. The cold of it lingers, seeping into places you never knew could feel empty. And for months, that’s where I lived—in the longest, coldest winter of my life. But now, the season is shifting. I can feel it in the warmth stretching across the mornings, in the golden persistence of the sun fighting to reclaim the sky. I see it in the brave little flowers pushing their way through the thawing earth, in the birds returning to feast on the generosity of spring. The world is waking up. And somehow, so am I. For the f...
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  The Art of Self-Care: Slowing Down to Reconnect with Yourself In the rush of daily life, it’s easy to lose sight of what truly matters—our well-being. We move through our days checking off to-do lists, running on caffeine and sheer willpower, and convincing ourselves that we’ll “rest later.” But let’s be real when is later ? Spoiler: it doesn’t exist unless we make it happen. Self-care isn’t selfish; it’s essential. When we take time to slow down and be present, we reconnect with ourselves in the best way possible. Even the simplest acts taking a long, steamy shower, pampering our skin, shaving our legs (or not, no judgment here) become more than just routine. They become tiny love letters to ourselves. A fresh coat of lotion? That’s not just hydration; it’s a hug for your skin. Mindfulness plays a key role in all of this. When we rush, we miss the beauty around us the golden light of the morning sun, the random heart-shaped cloud in the sky, or the satisfying pop of bubble wrap...
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