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Perspective, Reality and Truth:A Hammer to the Heart – Love, Wendy

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Reality whispered to Perspective,
“Use discernment… It is not what you think you see.”

Perspective did not take it to heart.

Reality tapped Perspective on the shoulder and said,
“Please, look again.”

Perspective did not heed the warning. He continued to view “it” through his own limited frame of reference…
“There is goodness in everyone…”
— but without boundaries.

Some time later, Reality took a hammer to the heart of Perspective with a truth that could no longer be denied.

Perspective learned that Truth is always within our sight if we are willing to see it —
and that Reality always stands behind Truth…
walking alongside Perspective, even if quietly, until we are ready.

Universal lesson:

Truth does not change to match Perspective.

Perspective must grow and be open minded to meet Truth…

and Reality will always reveal what we refuse to see.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Mirrors:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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I meet you where you are.
I show up for you as you show up for me.
I communicate with you as you communicate with me.
I am there for you, as you are there for me.


I am your mirror.
I reflect back to you what you offer…


All or nothing.


I behave according to my character…regardless of yours.

Soft heart.

Strong spine.

Nothing left to prove. Nothing left to chase. Nothing left to lose…

Trifecta.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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The End of the Innocence:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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It can never go back to “the way it used to be” after this “thing” happened.

You cannot unscramble an egg…
unsee the truth…
unring a bell…

Once trust is broken or friendship is betrayed,
there is an involuntary pivot.
A permanent shift in direction.

What was once a line in the sand
is now a fault line beneath the surface —
a fracture running deep within the soul.

That’s the thing about fault lines…
You don’t have to see them for them to re-shape the terrain…

You don’t have to see them to feel their shift.

“Knowing” shadows forgiveness.
It walks beside it.
It does not disappear simply because grace is extended.

It is not bitterness…
it is an awakening.

“The End of the Innocence.”

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Kindness Is A Spiritual Practice:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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Kindness IS a spiritual practice…

Kindness is presence.

It’s pausing long enough to really see someone.

A soft word, a steady shoulder — a reminder that none of us are invisible, and that we all need the sweetness of being seen and heard…

in real time.

Kindness is not grand.

It’s attention. It’s listening. It’s asking, “How are you, really?” — and allowing space for the response, even if it means sitting in silence with someone who needs softness.

It’s choosing to make room for another human being.

Kindness is a spiritual practice because it requires awareness…daily and often.

To notice.
To care.
To respond.

In a distracted world, presence is sacred.
It speaks of authentic connection — the place where we strengthen our shared thread of humanity.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Mind Breath:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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We get to be selective about what enters our nervous system.

Birdsong literally promotes parasympathetic activation.
Drama elevates cortisol, triggering sympathetic response…
Rest and digest vs. fight or flight.

Spiritual truth meets biology.

The Northern Cardinal is a symbol of vitality, presence, and reassurance.
Not noise.
Not chaos.
Presence.

I did not withdraw from people.
I refined my frequency.

Beyond symbolism…here is the science-meets-spirit piece:

When you are still enough to notice beauty, your nervous system is already softening.
When a bright red bird lands in your line of sight (as it did for me yesterday), your brain releases dopamine.
When you interpret it as meaningful, your body releases oxytocin.

This is embodied spirituality.

I was not chasing a sign.
I was resting…and it arrived.

After all my body has been carrying of late — lupus, flares, exhaustion — moments like this are soft, regulating medicine.

Grace simply landed.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Where Spirituality Meets Humanity:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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The last 14 years of my recovery from prescription drug addiction, through my inner work, has afforded me more than ample opportunity to learn to value autonomy, tolerate discomfort, speak up when my boundaries are being disrespected and learning to survive not being liked by everyone.

I am “re-wired” differently.

Learning how to try to not take things personally, an ardent task, has changed my life. I realize that most of what others say or do that is purposeful and unkind just magnifies their own unhealed anger, frustration and disappointment of themselves.

At times, my calm and clarity can unintentionally illuminate the unhealed places in others…Often, what I represent can stir something unresolved in someone else.

That doesn’t make one superior.
It reflects emotional intelligence, self awareness, and choosing to take a spiritually aligned action when confronted with adversity and challenge…

We can find that spiritual center in the pause…

Where spirituality meets humanity.

And when you anchor in your own values, your energy returns inward where you take accountability and responsibility for your own life…

Where you stand in your power…

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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Love Is Healing:Soul Notes – Love, Wendy

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I am a teacher… and many days, I am the student…


My precious second grade student said to me after reading a story about a pet that makes a little boy feel better after he is injured,
“Love is healing.”
Out of the mouths of babes…


Some days teach you humility.
Some days teach you to love deeper.
And some days… you learn painful truths.


The people you expect to show up — the ones you’ve walked beside for years, laughed with, cried with, and supported in their time of need — can break your heart with their silence….Not unkind words. Just absence. Looking away when you are clearly struggling. Saying nothing when kindness would cost so little…


And then, unexpectedly, others step forward — in the name of humanity, unity, and growing friendship. People you never would have predicted. They pause. They notice. They help. They ask what you need. They remind you that compassion still exists, even in spaces where it sometimes feels scarce.


One who stepped up to offer kindness said,
“Kindness doesn’t cost a thing.”

Amen…

Every single step and movement is strategic when living with Lupus.
It is hard on my body… and on my heart.

The heart recognizes what is sincere.
It also recognizes what is performative.

Yes, in times of a flare it is limiting… but the love and support from my children, friends, and some of my colleagues teach me that even in pain, love still heals.
Infinitely…

And I’m holding onto this: sometimes disappointment clarifies. Sometimes grace arrives from the most surprising directions.


The lesson has come full circle…


Words without action are empty.
Presence reveals what is real.
Running around saying the “right” things without action?
Performative…


Take a bow.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

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“Sometimes…Love Just Ain’t Enough – Love, Wendy

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Two painful truths have become clear to me lately: you really can’t go home again… and sometimes love just isn’t enough.

After deciding—again, and this time with my whole body—to let him go and begin releasing him from my heart, something quietly jarring happened. All day I had been receiving signs—little whispers from Spirit—that I would “hear from him.” And in a way, I did…I strongly felt his presence in my space…and in my heart.

The love I feel for this man is deep, profound, and constant. It hasn’t faded with time, distance, or disappointment. I do believe his love for me is real too. That has never been the question. The truth I am finally accepting is harder and cleaner than that: love alone cannot heal fear, undo patterns, or make two people safe together when the ground beneath them is unstable.

As the song says, “sometimes love just ain’t enough.“

Letting go doesn’t mean my feelings change. They don’t. And maybe they never will.

What has changed is my willingness to sacrifice my health, my peace, and my wholeness in the name of love. I am learning that honoring love does not always mean staying. Sometimes it means releasing—with grief, with tenderness, and with fierce self-respect.

You really can’t go home again.
And sometimes, heartbreakingly, “love just ain’t enough.”

Love,

Wendy

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Healing from Lupus:Acceptance Promotes Peace – Love, Wendy

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As I continue to head towards remission from Lupus, there is something so sacred about 3:23 am when the world hasn’t started asking anything of you yet. Coffee warming your hands, Calm Radio on Pandora holding the nervous system steady, heat softening your back, and your words flowing freely…that’s medicine too. Deep, “lived and learned” medicine…WISDOM.

I know movement and stress will invite the swelling back with compromised movement and pain, and I am not denying that reality. But I believe that the arc is bending toward calm. Toward healing. Toward remission. Toward my body remembering safety again as I power WITH my body, not battling it in a “power over” mindset. 

Living with an autoimmune disorder, we learn to harvest the gentleness in it’s presence.

For me, I allow my writing do what it does best…transmute pain into meaning…to remind me that I am always in control of my peace and wellness in the ways that I mindfully care for myself. I recall what has worked, and I repeat my self care to promote remission using an integrative approach.

This is wisdom born of mindful practice and acceptance of where I need to meet myself…exactly where I stand…or just sit…or even lie down…

Acceptance promotes peace.

Love and blessings,

Wendy