waiting patiently for the flowers to bloom
Myrka Thoughts
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
To my sons
My Sons
You two are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. There is nothing I'd rather see than your happiness. I'm so proud of the person you've become, and no matter what happens in life, I want you to know I love you more than anything 🥰❤️
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Celebrating International Women's Day! 🙏🫶
Even a single positive action lifting another woman up creates a ripple effect that carries on far beyond the original act and has an impact that’s difficult to measure. When you lift another woman up, you inspire others around you to do the same. And those opportunities continue to be passed on.
~ Molly Galbraith, Strong Women Lift Up
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Walk away
When someone asked why I no longer speak to a certain person, I gave an honest answer. Their response? “Why don’t you be the bigger person and reach out?”
People often confuse being the bigger person with constantly reopening old wounds, hoping for a different outcome. But real growth means knowing when to step back. It means recognizing when a relationship has become toxic, when conversations lead nowhere, and choosing peace over endless cycles of frustration.
Reaching out over and over, only to be met with the same disrespect, broken trust, or unresolved issues, is draining. Being the bigger person doesn’t mean tolerating mistreatment—it means prioritizing your own well being. It’s okay to leave behind relationships that no longer serve you, to protect your peace, and to love people from a distance when closeness only brings chaos. Some chapters don’t need revisiting and some doors are meant to stay closed.
~ Empaths, Old Souls & Introverts
Ghosts
There are ghosts that dwell not in shadows, but in sunlight. They live in the cadence of your laughter, the way you stir your coffee, the phrases you borrow without thinking. They are the echoes of those who shaped you, loved you, and left their fingerprints on your soul—even if they’re no longer here to hold your hand.
Whose laughter still lives in your voice?
Maybe it’s your grandmother’s mischievous chuckle when you tease a friend.
Or your father’s booming grin that erupts from your own throat during a bad joke.
Perhaps it’s the friend who taught you how to be brave, their courage now a quiet hum in your choices.
These are the emotional ghosts we carry—not as burdens, but as sacred heirlooms.
They ache, yes. But oh, how they glow.
They remind us that love outlives time, distance, even death. That to miss someone is to honor how deeply they mattered.
So today, let’s speak their names into the light.
Whose ghost do you carry gently?
Is it a melody they hummed, a recipe they swore by, a stubbornness you inherited?
We are all mosaics of those we’ve loved.
Their shards live in us—sharp, shimmering, and unbreakable.
-Written by Etheric Echoes
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
WATER
Bringing Water
We walk around
unsure of ourselves,
struggling to keep it together,
wondering how we will keep it together
inside this single body, single mind and single heart.
It can be a mess in here with our
seasonal monsoons, periods of drought,
plagues of broken trust, of loss and grief,
of heartbreak and illness and
unforeseen meteor strikes where known
worlds are ending within our midst.
Oh, how we carry this weather,
these scourges, around.
You would never know.
We can look so perfect and yet be in such distress.
But someone else should know.
I hope you have someone you can trust to know.
Someone to whom you can say,
Hey, look, I have discovered I am human
and full of need.
Will you listen?
Because I don’t know what I need,
only that I am in need.
Perhaps there is no cure,
(in fact, I know there is no cure,
the only cure being death
and we are much too young for that)
but the only remedy is to have a witness,
to let the truth of your innermost being collide with the air,
to meet the eardrums and heart of the person beside you,
someone waiting at the door, feeling honored to be let in.
Because aren’t we all just sitting on the edge of our seats,
exhilarated by the chance to hear and share
the most terrible and wonderful truths
there are to be lived in this lifetime,
wondering how everyone else is faring
under these conditions of having been born.
These truths are as essential as water--
that we need each other,
need to take turns being strong for each other,
that we are a mess of confusion at times,
that there is no cure, only to bear witness, to ask for witness,
and the best we can offer is to walk to the river together,
in both sacred silence and with sacredly spoken trust.
To offer the little medicine we have, to say:
I will sit with you.
I will fetch a glass of water,
and until you can name your needs and tell your truths,
I will keep lifting this possibility, this connection, this water,
up to your dry and thirsty and very human lips.
Laurel Trautwei
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Hope is already here,
woven into the fabric of your days.
It’s in the sun’s warmth on your skin,
the laughter of a friend,
the quiet promise of tomorrow.
It doesn’t need to rise or be found—
it simply is,
steady and unwavering,
like a star that shines even when you forget to look up.
It’s the gentle hand that guides you forward,
not because you’re lost,
but because the path ahead is worth taking.
It’s the voice that whispers,
“You’re stronger than you know,”
not to fix you,
but to remind you of the light you already carry.
Hope isn’t about darkness or struggle;
it’s about the quiet joy of a new morning,
the kindness of a stranger,
the way life keeps surprising you
with moments of beauty and connection.
It’s the belief that good things are always unfolding,
even when you can’t see them yet.
So let hope be what it is—
a constant, gentle presence,
a reminder that the world is still full of wonder,
and that you, exactly as you are,
are a part of that wonder.
Brighter days are not something you have to chase;
they’re already on their way to meet you.
And when they arrive,
you’ll find that hope was there all along,
walking beside you,
lighting the way.
~ Etheric Echoes
Monday, February 17, 2025
Sunday, February 16, 2025
Seize the Day
Don't take life for granted, go out and seize the day,
so often, we waste precious time, in senseless and frivolous ways.
Tomorrow is not promised, we don't know what lies ahead,
so instead of deferring those plans and dreams, do it now instead.
Life is for living, so make each and every moment count,
It's the quality of life that matters, not the quantity or amount,
Get busy living, stay curious and enjoy the fast paced ride,
try to worry less and take everything in your stride.
Fill your life with fond memories, to be treasured always,
these you will cherish for the rest of your days.
Live and let live, forgive and forget,
leave no room in your life, for bitterness and regret.
The big moments are great but the little ones count too,
every single moment matters, not just the special few.
Do your best to stay strong, amid all life's troubles and its strife,
these too play a vital part, in the rich tapestry of life.
With life, so very fleeting, participate fully in the dance,
live life to the full, you only get one chance.
~ 'Seize the Day' by Mary Anne Byrne
Spirit of a Hippie
Saturday, February 15, 2025
Last night, a drop of your Soul fell on my lips
It spoke to me of the rain you smelled yesterday...
The sun that wouldn't shine
The door that wouldn't close....
It kept me up until the day spoke to my eyes
It lingered in my body,
Scripting the story we have forged together
A wave of silence in the skies
A longing in the heart...
A firing passion I just can't describe,
For mortal words too poor to explain
The ocean of feelings...
The soulful river flowing through our hearts...
Bowing to each other in the dark of night
Whispering in silence
The secret language of the stars...
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Poem by Corina Andronache
Archaeology for the Woman's Soul
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Choose
Choose to make today a good day. Be grateful for each new day. Our capacity for joy is not in what we look at but in what we see. Look with fresh eyes and the world will offer itself to you over and over again in new and exciting ways. Each day has the capacity to be beautiful when we are open and receptive to life and all it has to offer.
~ Mary Anne Byrne
First day of Spring
waiting patiently for the flowers to bloom
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I started a new job as the Manager of a Lodge in northern Alberta at Calling Lake On the drive there I stopped in Vegarville for the nig...
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The DESEDERATA is my most favorite..... I've carried it with me since I was 18.....Enjoy! .......GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE AND HASTE, ...