A Redeeming Breath.

Inner notelets on the minimalist texture of life.

✨️ “Consider the lilies, consider the lilies, Behold how they grow for their Maker above! They change earthly spoil into heavenly beauty, Thus speaking to men a sweet message of love.” — E. L. Thompson.

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Nature’s abundance often provides a haven for me to pause, reflect, and reconnect with my inner self, offering solace amidst life’s tumult. In my view, each landscape whispers stories of resilience and timelessness, serving as a gentle reminder of the enduring tranquility that brings balance to the soul.

In moments of slowing down, I find a profound and poignant poem crafting itself in my heart, as I minimalistically embody the sensation of air filling my lungs. It evokes themes of redemption, renewal, and the ability to find solace, hope, or salvation through the simple yet essential act of mindful breathing.

The intimidating yet invigorating ligthness of insight stems from embracing vitality at its inception. There’s a resonant encapsulation of liveliness as a journey unfolds through deliberate steps, each suffused with daring details of determination. Perhaps it’s a lasting healing presence, nestled in the former guise of stoicism.

What is an endeavor if not a driving force shaping its own story as time progresses? It’s a metaphor that strikes a chord with anyone who has embarked on the creative process of writing. We can only welcome the unpredictable yet bolstering heart of this practice while also recognizing the fluidity and complexity inherent in its stages.

The most effective method to convey meaning is by condensing the purest form of truth — yours, not anyone else’s — in an unadorned surface or pattern, often defined by clean lines, neutral shades, and minimal nuances. It’s about attaining elegance and simplicity by stripping elements down to their essential forms. I must admit that this concept still feels a bit unclear to me.

Here’s a notelet I found in one of my beloved, old docs — ‘A contemplative exploration, reacquainted with the versatile revival of steadiness; an act of reassurance every time, swiftly resurging everywhere. An aligned knowledge capable of somehow rekindling the motivation for ongoing learning in life. A fervid voice rising again into prominence, a compelling state of mind, a transversal space for vehement adventure and potential awareness.’

For some reason, it comforts my recovering perfectionist spirit to articulate how I am a blend of observations, dreams, and rebellions, constantly refining yet not always in perfect harmony. They often take me by surprise, but nonetheless, they form the core of my soul. The ingrained essence of art resembles an intrinsic epiphany marking a new phase of the same empathy that has existed and will continue to exist, intertwined by myriad lenses of richness and lessons of humility that have guided its path thus far.

In the deepest, most profound sense.

Exploring an ‘unconventional’ seed shop while pausing to take a deep breath.

My exquisite affinity for gardening reflects a reverence for the magic contained within every seed, reminiscent of enigmatic puzzles from the universe. The life encountered in a word is akin to a seed embodying transformation, reminding us of the allure found in cherishing the ephemerality of each passing moment. Observing the growth of a plant or the enhancement of expression mirrors the graceful witnessing of impermanence, a vivacious testament to the ever-changing nature of ourselves.

The wild beauty lies not in the recollection of events but in the unraveling of meaning, thread by thread. The inner voice, a storyteller of the soul, reproduces a vivid mural where every hue is a sentiment, and every stroke is a rediscovered facet of identity. The more I see, the more the obscure letters synchronize, pursuing a canvas of impressions that go far beyond the surface. As the inspiring

Paolo Peralta

often says to his lucky readers, myself included, everything is already within — the peace, the nobility, the real.

I notice there’s a negative sense of implacability in trying to be impeccable. I question myself — could my words touch a heart or make someone believe my reasons in the most tangible way if I could impeccably, unadornedly express myself? Would that mean I would win the great war against imperfection?

I have been consistently reflecting on the definition of ‘winning’ in my life. In the end, I feel it doesn’t come in big waves, but instead, in small steps, little by little. Winning is nothing more than the improvement of resilience. For me, it simply means having time, cultivating hope, trusting patience, and practicing love.

Once again, love, the agape kind, prevails. Amidst firm assertions and prior exploration, it nurtures the development of seeds sown in the mind, fostering a language of wisdom in the innermost being. Seeding, much like writing, ultimately propels a new beginning. It enligthens understanding, leading to the establishment of optimism, the dawn of intellectual curiosity, and the impetus for creative dreaming.

It’s amazing how even the most ordinary words can hold such depth when carefully honed — every ‘hint of purpose’ echoes the power of wholeheartedly embracing each sentence with grounding enthusiasm and energizing thoughtfulness. A self-aware choice born to encourage the existential foundation of demanding veracity, stirring vibrancy, and centered versatility.

Thank you for being here and for letting me know that my words have the potential to breathe and evolve, always.

✨️ Thaíssa Lara.