This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “Hold You Now” by Vampire Weekend, Danielle HaimFor tender reentry, unsaid things, and the quiet kind of love that stays. https://open.spotify.com/track/15E2P2ToSLNnZvcOEQra6a?si=0eb12af4a9234471 Mira's Story: ReentryLanding Softly They left… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Six: Reentry
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “Ophelia” by The LumineersShe was never mad. Just unheard. https://open.spotify.com/track/14AyWf6y7KlWWLfAjdKMKI?si=554edd057d954c45 Mira's Story: The Cosmic EggWhere magic meets the mundane Gentle months had passed in a rhythm they… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Five: The Cosmic Egg
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The BreachEven when you’ve done the work, the old stories can still echo. That doesn’t mean there's something wrong with you. It means you’re human. It didn’t start with a… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Three: The Breach
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: Call It What It IsWhen everything gets spoken out loud. The house was quieter than it had been all day, but not silent. Dishes clinked softly in the sink. Music… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Two: Call It What It Is
Sometimes we meet someone and feel a flicker of something we can't name.Not love, not friendship—yet—but recognition. A resonance that stirs the air between us. A pull that says, “Pay attention.” These early moments, where we feel a connection but don’t yet understand the why, are potent.They hold the power to awaken us. Not because… Continue reading When the Soul Remembers Before the Mind Understands
