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  1. New on Lyteforce Writes ✍️
    ==My Idea of Cozy==

    Some people prefer to be bundled up, hot beverage in hand, and out of the weather to be cozy? Me? I'm a bit different.

    lyteforcewrites.fyi/my-idea-of

    #LyteforceWrites #Blog #WritingCommunity #IndieBlog #Canada #PersonalEssay

  2. New on Lyteforce Writes ✍️
    ==My Idea of Cozy==

    Some people prefer to be bundled up, hot beverage in hand, and out of the weather to be cozy? Me? I'm a bit different.

    lyteforcewrites.fyi/my-idea-of

    #LyteforceWrites #Blog #WritingCommunity #IndieBlog #Canada #PersonalEssay

  3. New on Lyteforce Writes ✍️
    ==My Idea of Cozy==

    Some people prefer to be bundled up, hot beverage in hand, and out of the weather to be cozy? Me? I'm a bit different.

    lyteforcewrites.fyi/my-idea-of

    #LyteforceWrites #Blog #WritingCommunity #IndieBlog #Canada #PersonalEssay

  4. New on Lyteforce Writes ✍️
    ==My Idea of Cozy==

    Some people prefer to be bundled up, hot beverage in hand, and out of the weather to be cozy? Me? I'm a bit different.

    lyteforcewrites.fyi/my-idea-of

    #LyteforceWrites #Blog #WritingCommunity #IndieBlog #Canada #PersonalEssay

  5. 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
  6. The Mocktown Principle: Why Doing Nothing Is Sometimes the Most Powerful Thing You Can Do

    This post was written on 6/18/2026. There is a scene in One Piece that does not have a lot of explosions. Nobody gets sent flying through a wall. No Haki crackles in the air. No finishing move is declared. And yet, for anyone who has ever been tested by someone who simply was not worth their time, the Mocktown bar scene on the island of Jaya might be the most quietly powerful moment in the entire series. Luffy and Zoro sit there, drinks in hand, while Bellamy and his crew hurl insults at […]

    jaimedavid.blog/2026/06/20/06/

  7. Day four of the retreat, something broke.

    I realized I was suffering not from meditation, but from measuring against an imagined ideal. I wanted proof I was special.

    When did you realize you were chasing an idea instead of transforming?

    #meditation #spiritualjourney
    #meditationretreat #selfdiscovery #lettinggo
    #himalayas #spiritualpractice #personalessay

  8. Day four of the retreat, something broke.

    I realized I was suffering not from meditation, but from measuring against an imagined ideal. I wanted proof I was special.

    When did you realize you were chasing an idea instead of transforming?

    #meditation #spiritualjourney
    #meditationretreat #selfdiscovery #lettinggo
    #himalayas #spiritualpractice #personalessay

  9. The scent of fresh fir. Twinkling lights. An antique ornament that's traveled through decades. My Christmas tree isn't color-coordinated or theme-perfect—it's a living timeline of family history. Each ornament carries a memory, from my father cutting tree tops in our Bronx apartment to my son surprising us with a fresh tree when we could no longer carry one ourselves.
    #ChristmasTraditions #FamilyHistory #Memories #PersonalEssay medium.com/@AngieMangino/my-me