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Life stories

Camino de Santiago: Buen Camino

The Camino began for me not with a step, but with a storm. A rain so heavy it felt personal, as if the sky had reached its breaking point and simply… let go. Sheets of water poured over the hills, over the villages, over us. It wasn’t gentle cleansing, it was the universe emptying its pockets, rinsing the world of all the dust and leftover sins. Somewhere between laughing and shivering, I thought: If the Camino is a pilgrimage, this rain is my baptism.
By the time the clouds moved on, I swear my soul felt newly polished. Angels, really. That’s what we were. Or aspired to be. Read more

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Life stories

A Dot Between Two Lines

Life is temporary. A dot between two black lines.

I’ve been sitting with this thought a lot lately. Not in an existential way, but in that quiet, grounding way that puts things into perspective. One day, we’re here. The next, we’re not. It’s always been this way for each and every one of us. A quiet blink in the cosmic eye. A sentence on the page of the universe. And while that might sound grim at first, to me, now, it’s oddly comforting. It means the pressure is off. I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be present. To show up, take a breath, and if I’m lucky, make that dot shine a little brighter while it lasts.

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Existentialism

My Sun, My Moon, and All The Stars

I used to imagine that soulmates came wrapped in fireworks, dramatic, obvious, like a scene from a movie. That they’d arrive with a soundtrack, a spotlight, and a certainty that would make every question in my heart go quiet. But I’ve learned that soulmates are often quieter than that. They don’t always announce themselves.

I met mine when I wasn’t looking. Isn’t that how all good stories usually begin? I wasn’t wearing armor that day. I was just myself, a woman who’d been through a lot, and rebuilt too often. He didn’t come with fireworks, not exactly. But he felt familiar. Like déjà vu in human form.

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Existentialism

The Chronicle of an (Un)expected Divorce

I loved my husband beyond reason. So much so that somewhere along the way, I completely forgot to love myself. And you’re probably going to laugh—but I still love him. Not the man he became, but the one I believed he was. I love the strength of the love I once felt. Strangely enough, the further away he is, the more tender that love feels—almost like a ghost I still speak to.

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Existentialism

Existential Questions

There are moments in life when the world goes quiet—not outside, but within you. It’s in those fragile pauses that questions start to surface. Not the practical kind, but the ones that whisper through the cracks of your heart. The kind that don’t beg for answers, but simply want to be felt.
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