Roots and Wings

Bearing in mind that she was unable to hold it back,she decides to put it on paper,to whom it may concern not expecting a reply but just to pour her sincere insight to the messenger. Though the gap felt hollow,his presence was everywhere. In the whisper of the winds,through the trees, in the rhythm of her own breathe and the knowing gaze of the moon.He had not truly left. She no longer belonged to yesterday, yet the wall she had once been part of still pulled at her. Its grip wrapped around her ankles like vines, urging her to stay. Familiar voices reached out—some pleading, some demanding. They did not understand why she had changed, why she no longer answered to the name they had given her. The weight of it pressed against her soul. Stay, and lose herself once more. Leave, and carry the loneliness of transformation. She had walked too far to turn back, yet the path ahead was shrouded in the unknown. And then, the echo of the messenger's voice stirred within her: "The world w...

The day bloomed like a rose kissed by the morning sun, filling her heart with joy and the promise of endless possibilities. Dawn had arrived, wrapping the world in quiet stillness—until an anonymous call shattered the moment.She reached for her phone, but the brightness in her face faded as soon as she saw the caller. Her once-smiling expression turned solemn. The hushed voice on the other end carried an unsettling tone—angry, demanding. She didn’t respond, only listened, before abruptly ending the call without a word.Tears streamed down her chubby cheeks. The weight of reality pressed against her chest. The past—the one she had fought so hard to leave behind—was calling her back. The person she had once considered her whole world had returned, frustrated and almost heartbroken.The phone rang again. This time, the voice was more commanding than questioning. No room for discussion, only an expectation to obey. Conflicted, she sought the only guidance she knew—the messenger. She prepared...

"There was a time i felt disconnected -from myself,from nature and from something greater,but something inside me whispered that there was more"This is my true personal experience, lets explore it together. She walked where the wild things grew, where ivy wrapped around her heart and roots whispered their secrets.Nurturing the roots but she forgot her own. She had long abandoned the world of men, wounded by its cruelty, her soul hardened by sorrow. Love was a distant memory, replaced by the quiet comfort of nature. The only things she trusted were the trees, the wind, and the earth beneath her feet. Then—he arrived. Tall like an acient oak, majestic, his presence as warm as sunlight after a storm. The way he walked, the way he carried himself, there was something about him—something deep, something familiar yet unknown. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter around him, as if drawn to his radiance. She should have turned away, should have ignored the strange pull in her ch...

A Quiet Calling There comes a moment when life nudges us toward something deeper—something unseen yet profoundly felt. My journey began with that quiet call, a whisper beneath the noise of everyday life. It led me to healing, to nature, to a path of remembering. Now, I feel called to share. Unraveling & Becoming This path hasn’t been a straight road. It has been a dance between unlearning and discovering, shedding and blooming. I have met myself in stillness, in the rustling of leaves, in the ebb and flow of breath. Healing, I’ve found, isn’t a destination—it’s a deepening, a return to what was always there. What You’ll Find Here This space is a living reflection of my journey—a place where I share the wisdom found in nature, the lessons of self-healing, and the quiet magic of plants. Here, I will write about the energies that move through us, the way water carries healing, the stories held in the roots of ancient trees, and the subtle ways life speaks if we learn to listen. ...