First day of Spring

waiting patiently for the flowers to bloom

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 🥰❤️

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

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