There are so many things in the world that matter, and if we look closely enough, we find the things that speak to our own unique spirits — these are the things that speak to me. This is what matter to me today.
Darkness. Pitch black for infinity with only the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. For now, that served as the background music. That is, until she pulls her headphones over her hears. When the music hits her, she opens her eyes. Before her, a cement path. It’s unimpressive, beige and cracked, flanked by grass…
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She closed her eyes as the first warm breeze of spring touched her face. She sat in her yard, sun on heating the earth around her and traveling up to her skin. The air filtered through her freshly washed hair, making the scent of her coconut shampoo apparent. As the aroma traveled to her nostrils,…
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My internal alarm clock woke me up a little earlier than I would have liked this morning. There was a chill in the air, one that — although it has been quite cool and less humid lately — I am not yet used to. In my brain, August should still be piping hot, even at…
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What Matters Today 