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  1. Making Room for Everyone but Ourselves

    Many compassionate people become experts at caring for everyone else while quietly neglecting themselves. In this reflective essay, Nancy explores the subtle ways self-abandonment develops and why healing begins when we finally include ourselves in the compassion we so freely offer others.

    angelblessings11.com/2026/07/3

  2. Making Room for Everyone but Ourselves

    Many compassionate people become experts at caring for everyone else while quietly neglecting themselves. In this reflective essay, Nancy explores the subtle ways self-abandonment develops and why healing begins when we finally include ourselves in the compassion we so freely offer others.

    angelblessings11.com/2026/07/3

  3. Broken Chair

    I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

    But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

    Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

    It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

    Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

    It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

    I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

    I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

    July 10, 2015

    #beautyInBrokenThings #beingRestored #Brokenness #compassion #everydayParables #FaithAndLife #foundObjects #gentleHands #Grace #Healing #Hope #humanDignity #innerHealing #Loneliness #metaphor #ordinaryGrace #personalEssay #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Purpose #Redemption #renewal #repair #rescuedChair #restoration #secondChances #sidewalkStory #SpiritualReflection #urbanReflection #Waiting #WordPressTagsBrokenChair #woundedButWorthy #Writing
  4. Broken Chair

    I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

    But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

    Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

    It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

    Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

    It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

    I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

    I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

    July 10, 2015

    #beautyInBrokenThings #beingRestored #Brokenness #compassion #everydayParables #FaithAndLife #foundObjects #gentleHands #Grace #Healing #Hope #humanDignity #innerHealing #Loneliness #metaphor #ordinaryGrace #personalEssay #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Purpose #Redemption #renewal #repair #rescuedChair #restoration #secondChances #sidewalkStory #SpiritualReflection #urbanReflection #Waiting #WordPressTagsBrokenChair #woundedButWorthy #Writing
  5. Embracing Vulnerability: Healing Together

    The message emphasizes the importance of support for those who often act as caregivers. It explores themes of grief, the struggle of appearing strong, and the need for connection. The writer encourages acknowledging feelings, seeking comfort, and allowing oneself to be vulnerable, highlighting that healing involves sharing life's burdens with others.

    angelblessings11.com/2026/07/0

  6. Embracing Vulnerability: Healing Together

    The message emphasizes the importance of support for those who often act as caregivers. It explores themes of grief, the struggle of appearing strong, and the need for connection. The writer encourages acknowledging feelings, seeking comfort, and allowing oneself to be vulnerable, highlighting that healing involves sharing life's burdens with others.

    angelblessings11.com/2026/07/0

  7. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  8. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  9. Why do you suddenly feel more emotional after being numb for so long?

    There's a reason your body shifts from shutdown → overwhelm → awareness.

    It's called coming out of freeze state.

    Read here: innermasteryhub.com/signs-you-

    #freeze response #traumarecovery #somatichealing #innerhealing #mentalhealthawareness

  10. The Spiritual Meaning of Seeing Blood in a Dream: A Guide to Your Inner Energy

    A vivid, unsettling image—but not without meaning. This reflection explores the spiritual significance of seeing blood in a dream, revealing how it often points to life force, emotional wounds, sacrifice, or deep inner transformation...
    Read more: authorkennethgray.com/the-spir
    #dreammeaning #spiritualinsight #innerhealing #transformation

  11. Feeling stuck or weighed down by past pain? You’re not alone—and you don’t have to stay there.

    Step into a journey of faith-based healing, renewed thinking, and lasting peace. Discover how to break free from limiting beliefs, grow spiritually, and walk confidently in your God-given purpose.

    Your transformation starts with truth, grace, and one powerful step forward.

    ✨ Heal. Renew. Thrive. ✨

    🔗Read more: lifecoachashleydwille.com/

    #FaithBasedHealing #ChristianLifeCoaching #InnerHealing

  12. Jean Manthei explains that sometimes the emotional work one does creates a psychological and emotional savings account that draws interest in her book Psychological and Emotional Currency.
    #selfhelp #innerhealing #books #nonfiction
    amazon.com/Psychological-Emoti

  13. Join me on a journey through the complexities of forgiveness. In this episode, we uncover how forgiveness can be both misused and misunderstood. Discover the transformative power it holds for inner healing, power reclamation, and a brighter future. 🌟 #Forgiveness #InnerHealing

    highlyspiritualperson.com/2023

  14. The Wilderness of Ill

    I came across a song I wrote and recorded years ago, titled “Fences.”
    “I’m looking for a land with no fences. I’m heading for the wilderness, where the land is still at rest.” A year after writing it, I moved from the city to the wilderness.

    Ten years later, I found myself wandering in another desert place. I had always been a man of good constitution. In my late 30s, I could not seem to stay well. I was wandering in the Wilderness of Ill.

    Now another ten years have passed, and even though I have the typical aches and pains of a 40-plus-year-old body, I have my health back. Perhaps with age comes wisdom, but also a willingness to listen to those who might have the answer. The healing began in my belly and moved to my mind.

    First, I discovered I was gluten intolerant. I simply stopped eating wheat and could stop drinking bottles of Mylanta. My gut healed. Now I’m having to cut back on soda, namely Dr. Pepper, which I am addicted to, but it is a nice problem to have. For a while there, I couldn’t have any because of severe heartburn.

    Secondly, after much consultation with friends and my doc, I started taking Zoloft. I had avoided the symptoms of depression for years. Being someone who enjoys life and laughter has given me many coping mechanisms, but the ups and downs are taking their toll as life’s stresses increase. I was worried that my creativity would disappear, and it has been an adjustment. Now instead of the muse coming out of my manic phases, it is arising out of my center. There is more work involved, but the joy is deeper.

    So I no longer wander in the Wilderness of Ill, though I still spend way too much time lurking around its borders. My belly and brain serve as gentle voices to steer me back into the land of plenty.

    #Aging #creativeLife #Creativity #Depression #Fear #Fences #findingBalance #GlutenIntolerance #Grace #GutHealth #Healing #HealthAndHealing #Hope #innerHealing #LandOfPlenty #lifeJourney #Love #memoir #MentalHealth #MindAndBody #PeaceOfMind #personalGrowth #personalReflection #recovery #resilience #SelfDiscovery #Sertraline #Songwriting #Spirituality #Wellness #Wilderness #WildernessOfIll #Writing #Zoloft