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Whispers, warmth, and the things that could make life glow. |
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Welcome to My Private Whispers and Light Blog Some places we create just for breathing — quiet corners where our thoughts settle, our hearts speak, and the small, bright things in life finally get a voice. This is mine. Here, I’m gathering the pieces that make my world feel warm and whole: • the love of my life and my family • art in every color and every form • photos, quotes, and little scribbles that catch me at the soul • Bible verses that steady me • daydreams, hopes, and the questions that keep me curious • wolves, birds, cats, and the creatures I’ve loved since childhood • podcasts I adore, memes that make me wheeze • and the writing that threads it all together ✍🏻 I’ve carried these whispers for a long time — tucked into journals, hidden in drafts, scattered across platforms. Now they finally have a home. If you’ve wandered in, welcome. Maybe you came for a poem, a thought, a spark… or maybe curiosity just nudged you here. Whatever the reason, I’m glad you stopped for a moment. I hope something in this little corner lifts you, warms you, or at least makes you smile. And if not… well, at least you’ll get to wonder why on earth you’re reading this jumble of thoughts and ideas. 🤣 Either way, the door’s open. Let’s see where the light leads. Always kind wishes, Tee |
Where She Sees What Is to Be There are stories that arrive fully formed, and others that come to us as a feeling first. A presence. A pairing. A sense of balance held so perfectly it feels ancient. This one began with an image of two beings standing together, not by chance, but by design. Where she sees what is to be, He stands between her and the dark, Two mystic souls, one sacred spark. She is the one who sees forward. Not just tomorrow or next year, but the unseen threads that weave destiny together. Her gift is not loud. It does not demand attention. It is quiet, heavy, and often lonely. To see the future is to carry the weight of knowing what may come and choosing when to speak and when to remain silent. And beside her stands the guardian. He does not see the future the way she does. His gift is different, but no less vital. He lives in the present, in instinct and devotion. He reads the world as it is, sensing danger before it takes form. Where she understands possibility, he understands threat. Where she holds knowledge, he holds the line. This is not a story about dominance or rescue. It is about balance. She does not need him because she is weak. He does not protect her because she cannot stand alone. They are stronger because they stand together. There is something deeply human in that idea, even when wrapped in myth and moonlight. We all carry pieces of both roles within us. The part that dreams, plans, hopes, and imagines what could be. And the part that guards, endures, and refuses to let the darkness take more than it should. Together, they represent a truth I keep returning to in my writing: that beauty is not fragile, and strength is not cruel. That intuition and protection are not opposites, but partners. Some secrets are meant to be guarded. Some futures are meant to be protected. And sometimes, the most powerful magic of all is not prophecy or strength, but loyalty chosen again and again. Two mystic souls. One sacred spark. The story turned out to be a poem: Hush Read it here |
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