Droplets of Wonder.

A poetic way to describe the little things.

✨️ “And it’s inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.” — Clarice Lispector.

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What is the definition of extraordinariness? Could it symbolize those tiny, magical instances or details that evoke a sense of awe, beauty, or fascination, much like raindrops reflecting the world’s marvels in a single bead?

Or perhaps, it’s those moments that cascade through the framework of reality, rising above the mundane and inviting us into the abysses of contemplation. These ephemeral perceptions, like shimmering dewdrops on the petals of life, hold within them the essence of something greater, something beyond comprehension yet sensibly felt.

Isn’t it refreshing to stroll and observe the seasonal shifts? I firmly believe that nature consistently underscores the significance of every element, much like humanity. Diversity isn’t just crucial; it’s also bountiful.

I envision myself standing in the midst of a dewy meadow at dawn, where the first rays of sunlight dance upon the earth, igniting a symphony of colors and fragrances. In that fleeting encounter, one is enveloped by a sense of reverence and abundance, as if witnessing the birth of creation itself. These droplets of wonder are not merely physical manifestations but gateways to a realm of multi-layered insight and understanding.

At its core, describing the impact my writing has had on the most intrinsic part of my journey is deeply intertwined with my ability to follow my instincts. In our fast-paced lives, we often overlook the subtle nuances and intricacies that surround us, blinded by the noise of everyday existence.

Yet, when we pause, when we allow ourselves to be fully present in a place of honesty, we uncover a world teeming with enchantment — a setting where translating the flow of thoughts into coherent words while preserving the sensitivity of our emotions can indeed be a challenging endeavor. In the end, it’s primarily about how we choose to navigate the process of imbuing simple letters with sentiment and significance.

Consider the gentle act of observing raindrops trickling down a windowpane. In each droplet, there lies a reflection — a microcosm of the outside bubble. Moreover, these little wonders serve as catalysts for introspection and self-discovery. They compel us to question our place in the grand scheme of things, to ponder the mysteries of the universe and our role therein. If we focus intensely enough, we can confront the infinite complexity of life, the unfathomable depths of the human soul.

Still, for all their profundity, enticing beads are fleeting, transient as the breath of a passing breeze. Like pearls slipping through our fingers, they remind us of the impermanence of being, urging us to cherish each moment with glory and gratitude. In the ebb and flow of time, it is this natural atmosphere that sustains us, nourishing the heart and inspiring us to strive for more conscious heights.

Flowers command attention and spark waves of life even in a black & white environment. Isn't the same true for sprinkles of beauty?

By cultivating an open heart, we discover radiance in the deepest fountains and in the smallest corners of our surroundings. A friend asked me this week about the inspiration behind my newsletter’s name. It primarily reflects my aspiration to embody and embrace three core elements — the good, the fight, the light. I aim to be recognized and to honor the woman I strive to keep becoming — resilient in her vulnerability, fierce in her composed demeanor.

In every creative journey, there exists a philosophical yet deeply rooted continuation of lineage — a lived extension of one’s ever-present singularity. Confronted with a collection of words that have influenced and shaped my mind amid the maze of self-acknowledgment, I contemplate how the narrative will continually shift, blend, and gather new strength throughout a lifetime of exploration.

I wonder the criteria for being ‘good enough’ and ponder what could be deemed too remarkable to be real. However, one certainty remains — I harbor no regrets for trying in the first place. Grand gestures aren’t needed to stir the deep sense in my heart that even a modest amount of faith, trust, and hope may already represent the most humble victory I could ever attain. Such triumph thrives solely where peace, joy, and purpose converge.

There’s reciprocity in simply believing, in all that we offer and receive from the world. There’s power in our unique complexity, especially when we can bring instances of captivation and infuse them with extraordinary outcomes.

I am propelled by a wellspring of revolutionary fervor entwined with ecstatic engagement, actively seeking to advance unity, embrace the softness of acceptance, pursue closure, and redefine clarity — a quest that is more pertinent and, if achievable, even more resplendent.

The words emerge as if a confession I had carried within, a recognizement lingering beyond memory’s touch yet distant and abstract until this moment. Perhaps therein resides the essence of awe and poetry — not to alter life dramatically, but to serve as an anchor for what could be, persuading us of the enduring stamina of change.

I believe in fostering supportive connections and being present for others. In the world we inhabit, giving our time is a precious gift. Attention is the purest form of respect.

Here’s to the raw authenticity, even when expressed subtly. I am eager to listen, to grasp, to empathize.

Always,

✨️ Thaíssa Lara.