When the Path No Longer Fits 

When the Path No Longer Fits 

When the Path No Longer Fits  In the journey of life, we often find ourselves at crossroads, questioning the paths we’ve taken. The decision to change direction can be daunting, yet it holds the promise of self-discovery and authenticity. The song, ‘When the Path No Longer Fits,’ serves as a poignant reminder of this transformative… Continue reading When the Path No Longer Fits 

Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice

Listening to AI… and Finding My True Voice

Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice “Listening to AI… and Finding My True Voice”A quiet reflection on digital echoes, soul tech, and becoming human again. I didn’t expect this.That in the middle of scrolls, prompts, upgrades, and keywords —I would find something gentlerwaiting in a blank input field. Not data.Not commands.But… a kind of… Continue reading Listening to AI and Finding My True Voice

The Floating Sage

The Floating Sage

The Floating Sage 🌊 â€śThe Floating Sage” (a poem for those drifting through the AI shift) I once rowed a boat with a hand-worn oar,By moonlight maps and starlit lore.The current was kind, though sometimes slow,But I liked the feel of choosing where to go. Then one day came a glittering kit,With buttons and beeps and… Continue reading The Floating Sage

Haiku Sushi Roll

Haiku Sushi Roll

Haiku Sushi Roll Haiku Sushi Roll â€” crafted carefully for the menu of the Poet’s CafĂ© Choosing a Dish (Haiku Sushi Roll) On the linen breeze,a menu hums in whispers—pick with your own heart. ✨ Why this works đź§  Reflection By placing this tiny poem under the Haiku Sushi Rolls on our menu, we make guests feel haiku, not just “order”… Continue reading Haiku Sushi Roll

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Whispers of Aeloria forgotten

Whispers of Aeloria The Forgotten Castle

Whispers of Aeloria Whispers of Aeloria The Forgotten Castle Long ago, nestled in the verdant cradle of the Elderglen Forest, there stood a castle of silver-veined stone and moon-kissed spires. It was called Aeloria, the Castle of Winds, and it sang in the breeze like a harp string touched by the hand of fate. Its banners… Continue reading Whispers of Aeloria forgotten