Field notes from the cracked mirrors of becoming.
Cultivating Consciousness—where soil meets soul.
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This isn’t the start—just a continuation under a new sky.
A space for rehearsals, roots, cracked mirrors, and conscious compost.
Not a performance. Practicing existence.
Cultivating Consciousness.
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The busy particles in the foreground are cosmic rays or bits of dust and ice.
The dots moving in the background are stars.
The busy particles in the foreground are cosmic rays or bits of dust and ice.
The dots moving in the background are stars.
From Uncloaked — a poem on survival patterns, love, and finally telling the truth out loud.
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#Uncloaked #Poetry
From Uncloaked — a poem on survival patterns, love, and finally telling the truth out loud.
eclecticaf.substack.com/p/uncloaked
#Uncloaked #Poetry
We don’t begin with answers—but with presence.
Returning to rhythm, we return to ourselves.
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#Mindfulosophy #CultivatingConsciousness
We don’t begin with answers—but with presence.
Returning to rhythm, we return to ourselves.
eclecticaf.substack.com/p/on-being
#Mindfulosophy #CultivatingConsciousness
This isn’t the start—just a continuation under a new sky.
A space for rehearsals, roots, cracked mirrors, and conscious compost.
Not a performance. Practicing existence.
Cultivating Consciousness.
eclecticAF.substack.com
#Mindfulosophy #CultivatingConsciousness
This isn’t the start—just a continuation under a new sky.
A space for rehearsals, roots, cracked mirrors, and conscious compost.
Not a performance. Practicing existence.
Cultivating Consciousness.
eclecticAF.substack.com
#Mindfulosophy #CultivatingConsciousness