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
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
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
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
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
When you regulate your body…when you speak to yourself with kindness and empathy…and when you choose to live in peace and truth regardless of external circumstances, you intentionally interrupt the signal of dysregulation in both body and mind.
Within this mindset lies the possibility of healing alongside the ongoing processing and inner work that anxiety often reveals. Rather than resisting the trigger, we validate it, embrace it, and seek to understand its origin through intentional inner work—whether trauma-informed therapy, somatic awareness, or anxiety-conscious practices that help rewire our response to fear rather than react from it.
When practiced daily, this becomes a lifestyle shift. We begin to discern when we are truly in danger and when our past is bleeding into our present. And in that awareness, we reclaim what matters most: the recognition that, in this moment, we are safe in presence.
Inherently—though sometimes repressed—we all know the answer. It is lying beneath our emotions, waiting to be acknowledged… and released.
To work with me in healing and recovery in my capacity as a Recovery Coach and training in Mental Health First Aid, Suicide Safety, De-escalation, Motivational Interviewing, Conflict Resolution, Trauma Informed Approach and Spiritual Wellness, email me at wendyblanchard044@gmail.com.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
I have a son. I am not available to raise another adult who has not finished growing up.
Many men are deeply uncomfortable when they are not desired or made the center of a woman’s universe.
Instead of curiosity or self-reflection, they resort to self righteousness…dismissal, minimization, or narrative control. I have witnessed this pattern repeatedly, across dozens of interactions.
Emotional immaturity.
I would rather live alone, never lonely or offering “child care” to a “grown man” than participate in a dynamic where emotional underdevelopment is normalized and accountability is optional.
This is not an isolated experience—it is cultural.
Research and lived experience consistently show that many men are not socialized to develop emotional intelligence. Vulnerability is discouraged. Emotional fluency is replaced with defensiveness. Discomfort is avoided rather than examined. When a woman names a boundary or expresses a lack of connection, the response is too often dismissal designed to protect fragile self-worth rather than mutual respect.
Emotionally mature women are increasingly choosing solitude not because we fear intimacy, but because we understand it. We have done the inner work. We know what emotional presence feels like. We recognize when connection requires us to shrink, explain, or absorb someone else’s unexamined ego.
HELL NO…
When companionship comes at the cost of self-abandonment, solitude becomes the healthier, more desired choice.
Being alone through discernment is the ultimate self care.
It is self-respect.
It is a refusal to mother a man who is unwilling to become an adult.
Many of us lived through literal brokenness, abuse, neglect, financial shortfall, emotional bankruptcy and physical depletion due to a connection to one who drained our energy…body, mind and spirit…
And today, we live in presence, self-preservation, and the joy we cultivate as emotionally savvy souls, with a full plate of delights to share…
if and when aligned.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
I observe others who are living in their riches and skewed perception where they have never faced adversity or serious challenges that have affected their peace and wellbeing.
If you’re not in the “ring” getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your “don’t worry about a thing, everything‘s going to be all right” ignorant response…
Many times things do not turn out all right…
TKO…
People suffer.
People grieve.
People spend their entire lives striving for peace and wellness and praying for relief that never comes.
And when you’ve never faced the kind of challenges that alter your nervous system, your body, or your sense of safety, your optimism can become a form of “dismissal.” Pretending it isn’t there and slapping platitudes over wounds that are still open is your own inability to process the reality of the depth of human suffering.
So…do not minimize the experiences of those of us in the “ring” fighting for justice and peace while you’re sitting in the cheap seats and passing judgment.
As Brené Brown said “If you’re not in the arena also getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your feedback.“
Be a champion.
Stand in the corner as one recovers their resilience.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
I’m learning to hear the music without the weight of meaning or memory, and in that quiet space, I recognize acceptance, resilience, and hope that has allowed me to open the space for love to re—enter…
And I dance.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
You can love someone and still despise what they stand for—and sometimes, quietly, painfully, that contradiction kills the love altogether. Beliefs are no longer abstract; they are mirrors of character. What once inspired admiration—intellect, confidence, brilliance—can be stripped bare by alignment with cruelty, intimidation, and moral cowardice.
Respect erodes when someone chooses bullies over courage and kindness, power over humanity, and noise over conscience. There comes a moment when you see clearly: they are no longer part of the solution. They are the problem.
The person you grieved was never real—a projection, a mask filled with what you thought you saw. And then the mask fell.
Brainwashing works best on those without a grounded sense of self, who cling to movements because they lack the courage to live authentically. They hide behind identities they “see” as powerful, mistaking volume for virtue and allegiance for integrity, so far entrenched in extremism they cannot see balance, nuance, or “truth” from any angle but what feeds their shallow ego.
Love does die—not suddenly, but slowly, like rot beneath the floorboards. When it is finally buried, what remains is not bitterness, but deep, unshakable gratitude for the divine hand that pulled me free before the collapse became my own.
The most awakening truth came when I realized he became a clone—a male version of a Stepford wife: obedient, empty, and programmable.
“I’ve been to the movies, and I’ve seen how it ends…and the joke’s on them.
Roll the credits.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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