She stood in that golden light with her eyes closed, feeling the warmth soak into her skin as if the sun itself had leaned down to whisper her name. The air around her shimmered, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and the hum of unseen wings, and for a moment she was not flesh and bone but pure energy, spilling out into the world. She felt the quiet power of roots deep in the earth and the fearless reach of branches stretching toward the horizon. It was in that stillness that she realized she was no longer waiting to be healed, because she had become the healer.
Have you ever felt a moment so alive that you knew you were becoming something new?
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The "L" train shrieks overhead as this alley hums quietly beneath it cluttered with voices, colors, and painted thick over bricks and concrete. There’s a raw electricity here, like the hum of power lines overhead or the rumble of a garbage truck making its last pass. You can almost smell the hot pavement and faded beer from a forgotten corner store, while a coyote seem to be having a whispered conversation about survival and freedom. This isn’t the part of the city shown in postcards, but it might be the part that tells the truth.
What about your neighborhood—does it tell the truth, or just keep up appearances?
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