Day 13: My Favorite Witchy Song — “Brujas” by Princess Nokia

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Day 12: An Empowering Mantra — You Are Power Incarnate

There are moments in life when strength does not feel like strength.
Moments when your spirit feels tired.
Moments when the weight of everything you carry makes your chest tight.
Moments when you feel trapped in a situation with no clear exit.
Moments when you question yourself more than you trust yourself.

And in those moments, I remind myself:

You are power incarnate.

This mantra is not about being fearless or invincible or unshaken by life. I am human. I feel things deeply. I get overwhelmed. I doubt myself. I flinch when life hits too hard. But beneath all that softness is a core that has survived every version of me. A version that fought through things quietly, privately, consistently.

That is where this mantra comes from.

Because even when I forget it, I am powerful.
Even when life scares me, my spirit is stronger.
Even when I feel cornered, I always find a way out.
Even when my hands feel tied, my mind is still sharp.
Even when I want to give up, something inside me refuses.

This mantra is a reminder of that self.
The self that has walked through fire and come out with stories.
The self that has cried and kept going.
The self that has healed wounds that no one else knows about.
The self that has faced fear and still moved.
The self that refuses to die inside even when the world tries it.

“You are power incarnate” is the pep talk I give myself when I am standing in my metaphorical corner of the boxing ring. When the bell is about to ring and life is stepping back in. When the next round feels impossible. When the blows from the last round are still aching.

It is that moment when the coach looks at the boxer—bruised, sweating, exhausted—and still says,
You got this. You’re stronger than you think. Get back in there.

Except the coach is me.
For me.

This mantra recharges me.
It reconnects me to my resilience.
It reminds me that the version of me who got through everything before is still here.
It reminds me that I am not powerless even when I feel powerless.
It reminds me that I am capable of more than my fear wants me to believe.
It reminds me that my magic does not disappear just because I am tired.

And honestly? It’s the mantra I needed as a young girl, long before I ever knew the word “bruja.” Long before I understood my strength. Long before I realized that softness and power can live in the same body.

So I tell myself now, loudly and unapologetically:

You are power incarnate.
You have always been power incarnate.
And you will always be power incarnate.

This is my recharge.
My armor.
My reminder.
My spell.

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Day 11: My One-Word Spell — Clarify

Some spells don’t need candles, herbs, or long incantations.
Some spells are simple. Soft. Direct.
Some spells are just a single word spoken with intention.

For me, that word is clarify.

I am the type of person who sometimes moves faster than she should. My mind tries to solve everything at once. My anxiety wants answers before I even finish asking the questions. My spirit starts jumping ahead while my body is still standing in place. And when I move that fast, things get blurry. Details slip. Emotions tangle. I miss the obvious because my thoughts are running marathons.

So I started working with a one-word spell — a word that grounds me, slows me down, and helps me see the full picture instead of reacting to the first thing in front of me.

Clarify.
To clear what is foggy.
To reveal what is hidden.
To calm what is chaotic.
To understand what is confusing.

When I whisper this word, I can feel my spirit soften. It is like telling my brain, “Pause. Breathe. Let me see what I need to see.” This single word becomes a signal for everything inside me to slow down and fall into alignment again.

Sometimes I repeat it out loud.
Sometimes I say it in my mind.
Sometimes I write it on a scrap of paper.
Sometimes I hold it in my heart.

But my favorite ritual is when I speak it before sleep.

There is something powerful about asking for clarity right before surrendering to rest. I will go to bed thinking on this word and trusting that my spirit will do the sorting while my body sleeps. And almost every time, I wake up with a spark of understanding. A softened truth. A direction. A gut feeling that clicks into place.

An a-ha moment.

Clarify is not a spell to force answers.
It is a spell to invite them.
A spell that says, “Show me what I missed. Show me what I need. Show me the truth.”

And clarity always comes.
Maybe not instantly.
Maybe not dramatically.
But gently. Softly. Quietly.
Like mist lifting from a morning field.

This word has saved me from spiraling.
It has saved me from reacting when I needed to observe.
It has saved me from assuming the worst.
It has saved me from my own anxious urgency.

Clarify helps me return to myself.
It helps me move with intention instead of fear.
It helps me trust that answers will come when I am ready to receive them.

One-word spells are powerful because they carry pure intention without distraction.
They bring your focus back.
They sharpen your intuition.
They call your spirit into stillness.

And for a soft bruja like me, clarity is magic.

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Day 10: My Go-To Crystal — Citrine, The Light I Chose on Purpose

For a long time, I didn’t understand crystals beyond “oh, that’s pretty.” But then I discovered citrine — the bright, warm, sun-kissed stone known as the “happy” crystal — and something clicked. The moment I learned what it represented, I said, “Give me. I need that. Immediately.”

Citrine is all about joy, positivity, abundance, and shifting energy. It is the crystal of choosing light. Choosing optimism. Choosing softness. Choosing hope. And if I’m being completely honest, I needed every single one of those things.

Because I like to joke that I am a recovering pessimist.

For most of my life, I lived with a glass-half-empty mindset. Not in a dramatic way, but in a survival way. I always expected the shoe to drop. If I had too many good days in a row, I would start looking over my shoulder like, “Okay, what’s coming?” If something good happened, I braced myself for something bad to balance it out. I lived in a constant state of emotional preparation.

And it was exhausting y’all!

It took therapy, reflection, and witchcraft for me to understand that this mindset was not protecting me. It was harming me. It was keeping me small. It was attracting people and situations that matched that negativity. It was feeding the parts of me that believed I didn’t deserve joy without consequences.

Once I realized that, I knew I had to change something.

And that is when citrine entered my life.

This little crystal became a physical reminder that happiness is not suspicious. Joy is not a threat. Peace does not have to be earned by suffering first. Good days do not mean bad things are around the corner. And most importantly, energy flows where attention goes.

If I kept expecting things to fall apart, my spirit would keep searching for proof.
But if I trained my mind to look for light, my spirit would follow that too.

Citrine taught me that mindset is magic.

Holding it, meditating with it, or simply having it near me became a small ritual of shifting my perspective. Not to toxic positivity, but to balanced reality. Understanding that both good and bad days are on rotation, and neither defines me. Understanding that life is cycles, not punishments. Understanding that joy is allowed to stay.

Citrine helped me soften the part of me that expected disappointment.
It helped me breathe easier.
It helped me open my heart a little more.
It helped me trust myself again.

This crystal was never about fixing my problems.
It was about reminding me that I deserve happiness even while I’m healing.
It was about teaching me that fear and joy can coexist without canceling each other out.
It was about helping me unlearn the belief that peace is temporary.

Now, whenever I look at citrine’s warm glow, I hear it whisper:
“You’re allowed to be happy. You’re allowed to trust the moment you’re in. You’re allowed to believe good things can last.”

And honestly? That alone is magic.

You can read a little bit more about citrine here.

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Day 9: My Favorite Tea — Chai, The Cup That Holds My Spirit

There are certain drinks that feel less like beverages and more like anchors. For me, that is chai.
Chai is one of the few things that can bring me back into my body instantly. The moment the scent hits me — that warm mix of cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, ginger, and black tea — my spirit settles. My shoulders relax. My mind slows. My heart softens.

I feel comfortable in my own skin.
I feel safe.
I feel like I am returning to myself.

Chai is magical in that way.
It holds you.

The richness of the flavor, the creaminess, the warmth. It’s like a hug in a cup. A grounding spell disguised as a drink. It reminds me to breathe deeper and move slower. It reminds me that softness is allowed. It reminds me that I am allowed to take up space in the world with warmth instead of tension.

But chai is not just comforting.
It comes with a history so deep and beautiful that the first time I read about it, it made my connection to it feel even more sacred.

According to the Chai Guys’ history of chai, the drink goes back thousands of years to India, where it began not as the sweet café version most of us know, but as an Ayurvedic medicinal tonic. Each spice had a healing purpose:

• Ginger for digestion
• Cinnamon for circulation
• Cardamom for cleansing
• Cloves for pain relief
• Peppercorn for metabolic fire

It wasn’t even made with tea leaves at first. It was a spicy healing brew meant to warm the body, support the immune system, and align the energetic centers.

Once colonial trade routes introduced black tea, the drink evolved into the chai we know today: sweet, milky, spiced, comforting, and deeply cultural.

Chai is more than a drink.
It is lineage.
It is medicine.
It is ritual.
It is story.

And maybe that is why it resonates with me.

Because as a Dominican-American woman walking her own spiritual path, I am drawn to things that carry both comfort and history. Things that make me feel rooted. Things that connect me to something older and wiser. Things that remind me that healing is not new. Women have been simmering herbs, spices, roots, and remedies for centuries — not just for the body, but for the soul.

When I hold a warm cup of chai, I feel like I am participating in something ancient.
Something intentional.
Something that has soothed generations of people.

And on days when my mind is busy and my heart feels heavy, chai becomes my grounding ritual. My warm medicine. My soft bruja spell. My reminder that calm is possible, even when life is chaotic.

Chai brings me back to myself.
And for me, that is magic.

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Day 8: My Go-To Herb — Lavender, My Softest Companion

If there is one herb that has followed me quietly throughout my life, it is lavender. I do not even remember the first time I smelled it. I just know that every time I catch its scent, something inside me exhales. Lavender makes my shoulders drop. My breath deepens. My spirit softens. It is the closest thing I have to an immediate grounding switch.

I am obsessed with it.
And honestly? I am not ashamed.

I drink lavender tea.
I buy lavender soaps.
I use lavender lotions.
I carry lavender essential oils like it is emotional first aid.
If a product comes in a lavender scent, I am probably grabbing it off the shelf like “thank you, this is mine.”

But the beauty of lavender is that it is not just a nice smell.
It is a spiritual ally.
A healer.
A protector.
A soft bruja’s best friend.

When I started researching herbs and their metaphysical properties, lavender came up again and again. Calm. Clarity. Cleansing. Protection. Intuition. Dreams. Peace. A balm for the nervous system, the mind, and the emotional body. It was like reading a list of things I desperately needed during some of the hardest seasons of my life.

And then I stumbled onto something that made everything click:
Lavender is deeply tied to my astrological sign.

According to multiple sources, including the one I found on Curious Cauldron, lavender aligns with my zodiac energy in a way that feels almost fated. The herb’s softness, its spiritual grounding, its calm clarity, and its connection to intuition are traits that mirror who I am and who I am constantly becoming. It felt like lavender had been whispering to me long before I ever understood its meaning.

It was always meant to be one of my herbs.

I think that is the magic of lavender. It is gentle without being weak. It is calming without being boring. It is soothing without making you numb. Lavender does not force anything; it invites. It lets you unclench slowly. It makes space for you to breathe. It comforts you without overwhelming your senses.

To me, lavender is the embodiment of soft bruja energy.

It is the herb of the woman who is tired but still trying.
The bruja who carries heaviness but still chooses light.
The girl who grew up learning hardness but is now learning softness.
The spirit who wants both grounding and magic.
The tender heart who needs peace in a world that feels too loud.

Lavender is that hand on your back saying, “Breathe. You’re safe.”

And I think that is why it has always been such a powerful companion for me. In every chapter of my life, lavender has been there — in a bottle, a tea cup, a candle, a lotion, a diffuser, a soap bar. It has always shown up when I needed to soothe my anxiety, calm my nervous system, or reconnect with my intuition.

It is not just an herb; it is a ritual.
A comfort.
A familiar scent that feels like home.
A reminder that softness is a strength too.

So yes, lavender is my go-to herb. It always has been. And now that I know how aligned it is with my spirit, my sign, and my path, it feels even more meaningful.

If you are on your own spiritual or emotional healing journey, I hope you find an herb that feels like this for you. One that makes you feel seen. One that speaks your language. One that holds you with gentleness.

For me, that herb is lavender.
Always has been.
Always will be.

Check out this article about the herb: https://curiouscauldron.com.au/blogs/sacred-space/magickal-properties-of-lavender?srsltid=AfmBOormeE6Rdk5veB4vxNaioLca_81dZSCpJm2nXQH3pwzGVlDmw0l1

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Day 7: My Favorite Superstition

Protecting My Money and My Magic

Superstitions are funny because half the time we do not even realize how deeply they’ve rooted themselves into our lives. They show up in the small things we do without thinking. The little actions we take “just in case.” The tiny rituals we adopt because someone, somewhere, passed it down with enough conviction that our spirit said, “Okay, noted.”

Some of the superstitions I carry are tied to my Dominican upbringing. But the biggest one? The one that shaped me the quickest? That one actually came from one of my Filipino friends.

One day I casually put my purse on the floor and she looked at me like I had just slapped God across the face.

I was confused.
She was horrified.

She said, “You do not respect money. Why would you put your purse on the floor if you want abundance to come into your life?”

The way she said it unlocked something in my chest.
Not in a shameful way, but in a wake up, bruja kind of way.

Because let’s be real. I am not ashamed of wanting abundance.
Not ashamed of wanting money.
Not ashamed of wanting life to be easier.
Not ashamed of wanting generational wealth for my kids.
Not ashamed of wanting enough to bless other people too.

Money is not evil.
Money is a tool.
And life is kinder when you have enough of it.

So once she explained the meaning behind the superstition, I rectified the situation immediately. I picked up my purse like it was a baby I had dropped and made a mental note that lives in my brain rent-free to this day:

Do not put your bag on the floor.
Ever.

And I haven’t since.

Superstition or not, the symbolism lines up with something spiritual inside me. If abundance is energy, why place it on the ground where it can leak out? Why disrespect what I’m calling in? Why ask for blessings if I treat them carelessly?

I also hold onto another superstition:
If my palm itches, that’s money coming in.

But I don’t just let the itch happen.
I press my palm into my pocket, because that is where I want the money to go.
Into my pockets.
Into my home.
Into my life.
Into my future.

The superstition makes me laugh, but it also makes sense energetically.
It is intention.
It is visualization.
It is claiming abundance before it arrives.

These little rituals help me stay connected to the idea that I deserve prosperity. That I deserve ease. That I deserve more than just survival. And it connects me to a long line of women across cultures who learned to blend intuition, ritual, superstition, prayer, and humor into a working spiritual system.

They did not always have the language to explain energy.
They just felt it.
And they trusted the feeling.

So today’s Soft Bruja Challenge prompt is for anyone who has ever held onto a superstition and felt comfort in it. Anyone who whispers “just in case” while doing something that makes no logical sense but all the spiritual sense.

Hold onto the ones that nourish you.
Let go of the ones that fear-monger you.
And always choose the ones that make you feel aligned, empowered, and a little magical.

And please… if your purse is on the floor right now, go pick it up.
Let’s be rich brujas together.
Let’s claim abundance with intention.
Let’s honor the little rituals that remind us we are powerful and deserving of more.

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Day 6: Favorite Witchy Book(s)

Books have always been one of my portals. Not just for escape, but for understanding myself, my identity, my spirituality, and the parts of me I never had language for growing up. When I started walking a more intentional spiritual path, I didn’t have a mentor. I didn’t have a coven. I didn’t have someone guiding me step by step. What I did have was curiosity, intuition, and a lifelong love of reading.

So I did what I always do.
I found books that helped me make sense of the magic I could feel living inside me.

Today’s Soft Bruja Challenge prompt is all about those witchy books. The ones that opened my eyes, grounded my rituals, deepened my understanding, and shaped the way I walk through the world as a spiritual Latina woman. Some are nonfiction guides that taught me about my inner bruja. Some are fiction stories that reminded me that our magic is real because it is rooted in our emotions, our culture, and our humanity.

Here are the ones that have stayed with me.

NonFiction

Witch: Unleashed. Untamed. Unapologetic. — Lisa Lister

This was the first book I read cover to cover when I intentionally stepped onto my spiritual path. And honestly? It changed everything. Lisa Lister doesn’t just talk about witchcraft. She talks about womanhood. She talks about intuition. She talks about the power of living in sync with the moon, our bodies, and the rhythm of the world around us.

I loved how she explained the historical violence women experienced simply for being healers, midwives, herbalists, or intuitive women. And then she flipped it, showing how the witch is reawakening in all of us today. This book gave me reasons for the things I felt but never voiced. It gave me clarity. It made me feel less alone in my intuition. And it made me feel empowered.

If you are new to the spiritual path, this book is a grounding, validating, energizing place to start.

The Green Witch — Arin Murphy-Hiscock

This book is soft bruja energy in paper form. It is a gentle, practical guide to working with nature: herbs, flowers, essential oils, roots, and the elements. Since I have a green thumb, this book made everything click. It helped me understand how to blend the medicinal and the spiritual. How to turn my plants into partners. How to use herbs for both healing and magic.

It also gave me language for things I had already been doing instinctively.
Dominican households are full of plant magic.
We just never called it witchcraft.
We called it “remedios.”
We called it “lo que hacía tu abuela.”

This book helped me see the lineage in that.

Santa Muerte: The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death — Tracey Rollin

This book called to me from the shelf. You know that feeling. When something in your chest says, “Pick this one up.” So I did. And I read it cover to cover.

Santa Muerte is often sensationalized, misunderstood, or demonized, but this book breaks the stereotype. It explains her history, her purpose, her rituals, and why she is beloved by so many marginalized communities. She is a protector. A guide. A guardian for those who walk dangerous paths, whether physically, spiritually, or emotionally.

This book helped me understand her without fear.
It helped me understand the devotion.
It helped me understand why her energy resonates with certain people.

And it gave me a deeper respect for her as a spiritual force.

Fiction

Fiction has its own magic. It carries emotion, cultural nuance, inner journeys, and the psychological depth that mirrors our real lives. These are the fiction books that have nourished me lately:

Salt Bones — Jennifer Givhan

Dark, atmospheric, culturally layered, and beautifully written. This book woke up all the parts of me that love gothic, magical realism storytelling through a Latina lens.

Signal To Noise — Silvia Moreno-Garcia

A perfect blend of nostalgia, magic, and emotional complexity. Silvia always delivers stories that feel deeply human and culturally alive.

https://www.thriftbooks.com/w/signal-to-noise/9400848/#isbn=1786186446

The Ordinary Bruja — Johanny Ortega

My own story. My heart. My lineage. My attempt at writing a girl who believes she is ordinary until life forces her to remember her magic. This is the book of my soul, and it belongs on my witchy shelf too.

Why These Books Matter to Me

Each of these books came to me at the exact moment I needed them. They taught me something different:

Witch taught me to honor my intuition.
The Green Witch taught me to work with nature.
Santa Muerte taught me to understand sacred things without judgment.
Salt Bones and Signal To Noise reminded me how powerful our stories are.
The Ordinary Bruja reminded me why I write.

These books are more than recommendations.
They are stepping stones.
Ritual companions.
Pieces of my healing.
Pieces of my identity.
Pieces of my bruja journey.

And if you’re walking your own path, maybe one of these books will become part of your story too.

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Day 5: My Familiar — Dila, The Little Warrior Who Mirrors Me

If you have ever rescued an animal, you know it is never really you doing the rescuing. Somehow, without warning, they end up rescuing parts of you too. That is exactly what happened with Dila, my little feral kitten with the wounded eye, the fragile body, and the spirit of someone who has already lived a thousand lives.

Dila came into my life through my son. He found her in El Paso, tiny, injured, and fighting to survive among a pack of outdoor cats. Her eye had been scratched badly. She had ear mites. A severe skin allergy. Mange. The kind of list that makes you wonder how such a small creature could endure so much at once. And still, she fought.

When my son sent me the video of her on the Ring camera, something inside me cracked open. Because there she was: this little cat who looked different from the group, who might be shunned or abandoned because of it. A cat who was trying to balance feral instincts with the desire to be touched, cared for, and safe.

A cat who had every reason to run, yet still wanted to belong.
If that is not me, I don’t know what is.

I was born with a lazy eye. I know what it feels like to have a face that people stare at. I know what it feels like to be misjudged before you even speak. I know what it feels like to grow up aware that you look “different,” even when you’re just trying to exist.

So when I saw Dila, I didn’t see a stray.
I saw my younger self.
I saw the parts of me that felt out of place.
I saw the girl who always felt like she had to prove she belonged.

From that moment, I knew we had to save her.

When my son rescued her, I made time to drive back home because I knew she needed more than food and shelter. She needed care. She needed treatment. She needed someone who understood that healing takes patience, softness, and fight.

The wild thing is that even though I am trying so hard to keep her alive, she still battles me every step of the way. She wants to lick her wounds. Scratch her healing skin. Do things the way her instincts tell her to, even though it makes everything harder. And honestly? That is me too.

I know what it feels like to self-sabotage in the name of comfort.
To cling to old habits even when they hurt.
To want freedom even when I’m not ready for it.
To fight the very things that are trying to heal me.

Dila is a familiar not just because she is a cat I love, but because she mirrors my spirit.
She is me, and she is not me.
She needs me, and in a strange way, I need her too.

Little by little, we have been treating each issue. Disinfecting wounds. Treating the mange. Handling the allergy flare-ups. Eliminating the ear mites. And once she stabilizes, we can finally do the surgery on her eye. That surgery feels symbolic too — a reminder that the things that make us different do not make us unworthy of love or survival.

I cannot wait for the day when Dila feels strong enough to walk around the house like she owns it. I cannot wait for her to play with Octavia. I cannot wait for her to feel what it is like to be safe.

I cannot wait for her to know she belongs.

Because she does.
And so do I.
And so do you.

Familiar energy is real. Sometimes it looks like a black cat with bright eyes. Sometimes it looks like a stray kitten who refuses to give up. Sometimes it looks like a reflection of the parts of you that needed love long before you ever realized it.

Dila is my familiar because she is a reminder that growth takes time. Healing takes patience. And even those of us who seem hard on the outside can be tender and gooey in the center.

I am rooting for her healing.
And for my own.
And if you are reading this, I am rooting for yours too.

Day 2: My Morning Ritual — Learning to Water Myself Again

Stepping Into Softness: Introducing the 30-Day Soft Bruja Challenge and a Little Bit of Me

The 30-Day Soft Bruja Challenge: A Cozy Ritual for Anyone Reclaiming Their Magic

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Day 4: My Walking Path — Finding Clarity Between Grass and Desert

Walking has always been one of the softest ways I return to myself. I do not need a perfect trail or a stunning view. I just need movement. I need the sound of my feet on the ground. I need air touching my skin. I need the reminder that I exist in a body that wants to keep going.

Right now, in San Antonio, my walking path is the stretch around my house. When it is not unbearably hot, I step off the pavement and walk straight into the grass. I love the feeling of being surrounded by something lush. Trees leaning into the sky. Grass thick and bright. Little pockets of green that feel like a soft place for the mind to land. Nature has always soothed me like that. It slows my thoughts. It pulls me out of overwhelm and back into the present moment.

I walk when my mind feels heavy. I walk when my emotions feel tangled. I walk when I need clarity because walking never fails to give it to me. Sometimes during the walk. Sometimes after. Always right on time.

But then there is my permanent home: El Paso.
There, nature speaks a different language.

El Paso does not give you lush grass or big trees with wide shadows. El Paso gives you desert. Brown earth baked under the sun. Cacti standing like warriors. Trees that look like they are made of bones. At first, I did not love it. I wanted green. I wanted softness. I wanted what I was used to.

The desert felt too hard.
Too dry.
Too unforgiving.

But that changed when I stopped resisting it.
When I leaned in.
When I let the land teach me something.

Because here is the truth I had to learn:
The desert looks hard on the outside, but inside it is tender.

A cactus may look spiked and armored, but if you cut it open, it is soft. Gooey. Full of water. Full of life. The flowers that bloom from a cactus are some of the most vibrant and striking flowers I have ever seen. They come from a place that looks like it should not be able to grow anything beautiful at all.

And that changed the way I saw myself.

Because I have become hard too.
Life made me that way.
Trauma made me that way.
Experience made me that way.
I learned to protect myself with sharp edges.
I learned to survive by being strong, guarded, and resilient.

But inside?
Inside I am soft.
Inside I am tender.
Inside I am gooey like a cactus.

And that softness deserves protection.
It deserves space.
It deserves to bloom.

So whether I am walking through the lush greens of San Antonio or the desert edges of El Paso, the land mirrors something back to me. It reminds me that clarity is always available. It reminds me that all landscapes, even the hardest ones, hold beauty if you open yourself to them. It reminds me that softness can grow in the most unexpected places.

My walking path is not just a place.
It is a lesson.
A grounding ritual.
A way back to myself.
A reminder that I can bloom too, even with my scars.

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