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I’m Emmie

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To Long For the Cottage Life

Lately, I dream of a time when we live in cottages, tucked into the landscape, where life is simpler, and our work is shaped by the earth around us. In this world, we gather together, not only to share meals but to share the work, the stories, and the quiet moments between. The rhythm of our days would follow the natural flow of seasons. planting, hunting, gathering—each step an act of connection, not just to the land, but to each other. Imagine walking the path to the forest, gathering food for the evening meal, feeling the ground beneath your feet, knowing that the earth provides for you and that your work contributes to the well being of the whole community. There’s a sense of belonging in that kind of life, a bond not just to the people you know, but to the world that sustains you. In a life like this, there’s no rush to be somewhere else, no constant pressure to achieve more. Instead, time slows down, and the simple act of being—together, in nature, in purpose—becomes enough. The fire burns not just to warm the body but to kindle connection and belonging. The quiet sounds of the world: The wind through trees, the crackle of a fire, the murmur of voices would be all the music we need. This longing comes from a deep place, a desire to reconnect with something real, something rooted in community, in the earth, in simplicity, where we don’t just survive but thrive together. I long for a life where we are not separated by walls, but where the walls are made of the trust and connection we build with each other and the land we share.

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A Soul–Big or Small

In the larger outlook of life, there is an undeniable truth that binds all creatures, big or small: every living being carries a soul, a spark of existence, unique and precious. Whether it’s the towering elephant, the playful squirrel, or the tiny ant scurrying along the ground, every life has its own rhythm, its own story unfolding. The delicate dance of nature, from the hum of a bee in a field of flowers to the silent flight of an owl in the night sky, reflects an intricate balance that honors each of these souls. We often forget that even the smallest insect carries its own silent wisdom, living out its purpose, continuing life and never asking for more than the moment it inhabits.

These beings, each one with their own experiences, their own joys and struggles, deserve our mercy, our compassion, and our understanding. To think of mercy is to recognize that life, in all its forms, is fragile and fleeting, deserving of gentleness in both our actions and thoughts. In a world that sometimes moves too fast, we must pause and remember that every life, no matter how small, plays a role in the web of existence. The mercy we show to them is not just an act of kindness, but an acknowledgment of the interconnectedness of all life.

The butterfly flitting in the breeze, the ant crawling through the grass, the bird soaring through the clouds—they are all connected to us, sharing this beautiful, chaotic world. So, let us treat them with reverence and care, offering them the mercy they deserve. After all, in their souls, there is magic—a quiet, powerful reminder that life, in all its forms, is sacred.

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To My Cat-MeowMix

I have a saved dumptser cat from my work from when she as a kitten. She is the most interesting cat-like cat I have ever met. I feel like she hates me when I just want to pet her! HAHA.

Anyway, to try to make her life better, I would like her to understand some of my human thoughts. It would probably be something like, “Hey, I promise I’ m not trying to steal your food or ruin your nap time. I just really like you, and I’m here to make sure you’re comfy and well-fed!” I’d also want her to know that the vacuum isn’t some evil robot sent from the future to destroy their kingdom, but just a weird, loud thing that stresses me out too, and we both just have to deal with it. And of course, I’d want Meow to know that every time I laugh at her climbing the walls and parkouring my couch, it’s not because I’m laughing at her—I’m just genuinely amazed by her dedication to such such nonsense. If she only understood that I’m basically their personal butler, providing snacks and belly rubs with a side of love, maybe they’d stop giving me that look every time I grab my car keys!






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If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
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A Good Day–

Today was a good day. I took some time to reflect on everything I’ve been through, especially with the grief that’s been weighing on me. It’s been tough, but today I found myself focusing on what I’m thankful for, such as the people I love, the small moments of peace, and the things that still bring me joy. Today I realized there’s still so much to look forward to and be hopeful for. I hope my dad is somewhere happy, finding peace of his own. And I like to believe that, even if just for a brief moment, he can visit now and then. It gives me comfort to think that he’s still with me in some way.

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Emily

I have always liked my name. I like that I can be called Em, or Emmie. And In a professional setting have a profressional name.
I also used to come across many of girls named Emily when I was younger, but as time goes on I have met very few. The few I have met are also around my age. Born in the 80s, 90s.

Anyway, after further research I found some intresting information. Some I knew already, but most I did not. I belive the meaning of my name matches what it so called represents, I suppose.

The name Emily has a long history, originating from the Latin name Aemilia, which is derived from the Latin word aemulus, meaning “rival” or “emulating.” The name was popularized in ancient Rome by the gens Aemilia, a prominent Roman family. Its use continued throughout history, especially in Europe, and it became especially popular in English-speaking countries in the 19th century. The name Emily carries the idea of someone who is industrious, striving, and ambitious, which aligns with its original meaning of a “rival.” Over time, Emily has remained a timeless and beloved name, widely used across many cultures and languages. The name’s appeal likely lies in its gentle sound, classic history, and elegant simplicity, making it a perennial favorite.

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Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
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A feeling I Cannot Quite Explain. Hmm.

Everyday when I go to the market, I get lost with a feeling I cannot quite run away from. Something I just cannot put into word or even describe. Something about watching people go about their everyday lives often leaves me with a sense of deep grief, especially when I think about my dad and how things used to be. I stand there, feeling disassociated, almost as though I’m watching from a distance, looking through people, and unable to connect to the rhythm of daily life that everyone else seems to follow so naturally. It’s hard to explain, but I can’t shake the thought that people—especially those older than my dad—are just going through the motions, living lives that seem so detached from any real meaning. They wake up, they go to work, they repeat, and it feels like there’s nothing beyond that—a mechanical cycle, devoid of the deeper connections I wish I could still experience. It makes me feel like I’m mourning something I can’t quite grasp, like I’m grieving not just my dad’s absence, but the very idea of what life should be. The mundaneness of it all, the ordinary routine, fills me with nausea some days, as if it’s all just too much to bear, too hollow, too detached from what really matters. And the more I watch, the more I realize how far removed I feel from it all, as if I’m stuck in a place where I can’t move forward or find my place. I am hoping one day, grief gets easier. My thoughts settle. My love and light return.






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My Dream Job is Bread

Over the past two years, I have really delved into bread and pastries. I bake for friends, families, and the seasonal market almost every day. Before my Dad passed away recently, he moved back into town (only had him for 3 months) :(, and he would eat loaves and loaves of my bread. I loved waking up and making bread every morning with him. It has really become a hobby that I enjoy learning and evolving with new and old recipes.

I often think of becoming a baker in a European country, where I could immerse myself in the art of baking bread and pastries. There’s something so enchanting about the way European cultures have cultivated baking techniques, passed down through generations. I imagine myself in a cozy, rustic bakery, the scent of fresh bread filling the air as I create delicate pastries and loaves with care. Having close knit relationships with daily customers that come and love bread as much as I do. Baking bread and pastries feel more about connecting with people emotionally on a different level over the universal joy of sharing good, homemade food, and being part of a tradition that brings warmth and comfort to daily life. ❤️🥖

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What’s your dream job?
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Declutter my Anxious Mind

This one really stuck with me as decluttering EVERYWHERE is a huge task to feat with crippling anxiety. These are some things I try to keep up with stay mentally balanced. To reduce clutter in my life, especially with depression and anxiety, I try to simplify both my physical and mental spaces. I start by focusing on small, manageable tasks, like organizing my home or workspace, letting go of things I no longer need, and creating designated spots for the essentials. I also tackle digital clutter (this one gives me the most anxiety) by sorting through emails and files, unsubscribing from things that overwhelm me, and cleaning up social media to avoid unnecessary stress. Mentally, I practice mindfulness when I can, break down my goals into smaller steps, and try to surround myself with people who support me.

Daily writing prompt
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
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Hope & Healing

Humans are weird. How emotions fuel our everyday lives. Hope, grief, and happiness are deeply connected parts of life. Grief, though heavy painful, can lead to change and growth. It makes room for us to reflect and understand what really matters. From this pain, hope slowly grows, reminding us that healing is possible. Hope helps us transform, guiding us from sadness toward joy, and from loss to renewal. Happiness isn’t permanent, but it’s a beautiful reminder that, despite our struggles, we can find peace and joy again. Through the ups and downs, we are always transforming, becoming stronger and more whole.

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So They say, a Cardinal is a visiting loved one-

When I was younger, I wrote poetry all the time. As life became busier and I became older, I lost the desire to keep writing. But lately, with so many emotions flooding my mind, the words just kept coming. So, I grabbed a pen and paper (an index card specifically) and just wrote away.

I thought I had more time
Brushing off the ache of regret
But now too Late, the day is here
A New Year and snowy winds
The air heavy with unspoken words
Now again, too late for farewell
Only remains is the bitter sorrow

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