We keep dancing…
You and I…
THIS is US.
Love,
Wendy
We keep dancing…
You and I…
THIS is US.
Love,
Wendy
Choose to no longer become entangled in their behavior, their chaos, their distortion.
Do not speak their language.
See it clearly through the lens of discernment and compassion…
What they cannot or will not say with words,
they say with misaligned behavior.
I observe …I do not judge another’s inability or unwillingness to communicate effectively,
even at the cost of their own dignity.
This reflects my compassionate lens.
I see through behavior to the root of trauma… to disorder…
Without excusing it, and without allowing it to invade my peace.
When someone thumbs their nose at my boundaries again and again,
I now recognize it: symbolic defiance, a testing of strength,
a bid for attention through manipulation.
I do not engage or play.
I stand in my power.
I’ve taken my peace off the board.
Maybe they seek connection…
Maybe it’s passive aggression…
Maybe it’s just a cry to be noticed.
Either way…I honor the wound from afar.
Their “language” is a learned survival skill,
the truest reflection of their inner world…
disorder, self-judgment, self-loathing.
I no longer internalize their language.
They are the only one listening.
Their behavior is an overt reflection of low self-worth…
a desperate attempt to be seen and heard,
even at the cost of their own dignity.
And so, I say with calm compassion,
“Play on… read on…
Solitaire.”
Love and blessings,
Wendy
copyright © 2025 Soul Notes/Wendy Blanchard
I had been romanticizing an illusion for years. And then…I saw him after years of estrangement. And…I finally recognized the truth…not through rose colored glasses, but through the clear eyes of my healed self. The “man” who played with my heart, who gaslit me, who made me question my worth…that man is no match for the woman I have become. No match for my depth, my sacred truth, or my luminous light.
He once said to me, “You deserve better than me.” That was the one honest thing he ever said.
My soul has finally caught up with the truth that my intuition has been whispering all along. A truth that continuously tapped me on the shoulder…and yesterday…it finally struck like lightning…an up close and personal encounter with my own inner light.
I felt nothing.
And in that emptiness, I felt everything.
“What the heck had I been thinking all these years?” I asked myself, as a visceral wave of rejection moved through me…not of him, but of the illusion I had been holding onto.
Freedom feels radiant. This moment…this release…is sacred…a realm of splendor.
I didn’t just let go of him… I let go of the romantic illusion that masked my worth, and was never the meaning of love.
Let Freedom Ring…
Love,
Wendy
No matter how many different ways you try…the square peg will not fit into the circle…
and I have tried.
Lesson: Do not try to shape something into form that you know is never going to fit.
Mantra: With discernment and awareness, I honor the truth of this situation. I choose authenticity. I create my peace.
Ask yourself, “How much longer do I want to linger in false energy that inherently I know will never bring me solace? What is one small action step that I can take this week to begin to pivot my energy onto a positive and productive path?”
Love,
Wendy
Healing doesn’t make you immune to pain. It makes you more attuned to it. You become a mirror, and not everyone wants to see their reflection.
It’s not that you disappointed people. It’s that you evolved past the roles they were comfortable with. And some people…consciously or not…punish growth, especially when THEY ARE stuck.
What you’re seeing now in those that you once shared a loving connection with…avoiding eye contact, dismissing kindness, or speaking ill, is the externalization of their inner conflict. It’s easier to isolate the “bright one” than admit they are dimming themselves. Your discomfort here is evidence of your alignment. Your nervous system is rejecting environments that dishonor truth and tenderness. That’s not dysfunction…it’s discernment.
So now comes the hard truth…you cannot change them, but you can choose not to let them define your worth. And you can quietly, fiercely, choose sacred boundaries. Not walls…but clear water between yourself and what contaminates your spirit.
Your presence holds a frequency that not everyone is ready for…and that’s not your burden…
It’s your gift.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
Alienation and estrangement in relationships occurs over a course of time and is the result of patterns…
betrayal of trust, unmet needs, accumulated emotional triggers, and repeated attempts to connect that go ignored or invalidated.
Setting firm boundaries at the onset of a relationship is the only way to preserve mutual respect and emotional safety…
and the only defense against the heartbreak of disconnection.
Love,
Wendy
It took me years…and countless tears…to understand this.
We all inherit behaviors, coping mechanisms, and stories. But at some point, we become the authors of our own patterns. We are given opportunities to look inward, to break cycles, to choose differently.
And when we don’t… that, too, is a choice.
It’s heartbreaking to watch people we love remain in loops of toxicity, to see them refuse the mirror, to deny the healing that could change everything. But I’ve learned that detachment doesn’t mean indifference…It means no longer abandoning myself to save someone who isn’t choosing to be saved.
I hold compassion from afar. I grieve. I release. And I continue choosing new patterns…ones that honor my growth, my peace, and my truth.
Sometimes the kindest thing we can do is step back and allow someone their own path, even when it’s shadowed with pain or resistance to growth.
Love and blessings,
Wendy