Posts by Small Town Gyrl
The Quiet Work of Rain
It’s been raining for hours. Not the kind that rushes in and out,but the steady kind—the kind that softens everything it touches. The kind that doesn’t ask for attention,but somehow…
Read MorePlanting the Seed
“Moss agate — a stone of rooted beginnings and quiet growth.” There is a quiet kind of work that happens this time of year. Winter is still holding on in…
Read MoreListening for My Own Signal
Today feels off-frequency. Not wrong. Not bad. Just… misaligned. Like a radio station that almost comes in clearly, but not quite. Enough static to be noticeable. Enough to affect my…
Read MoreA Gentle Pause Before the Full Moon
There’s a certain stillness that arrives the day before a full moon. Not silence exactly — but a soft hush. Like the world is wrapped in cotton. Like something unseen…
Read MoreA Place to Root, A Place to Radiate
I’ve been feeling the pull to speak more clearly about who I am and what I’m creating — not as an announcement or a rebrand, but as a way of…
Read MoreApparently This Is My Personality Now
I used to think growth would feel more glamorous. Like I’d wake up one day calm, confident, regulated — sipping tea while making excellent life decisions and responding to everything…
Read MoreWithout Bracing
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about safety — not the obvious kind, but the quieter kind that lives in the body. Not the kind that’s proven with words or…
Read MoreThe World Is Loud. I’m Choosing Quiet.
I’ve been paying attention to what happens inside me depending on where I place my focus. And the truth is, constant exposure to noise, outrage, and fear slowly rewires the…
Read More🌕 Illuminated, Slightly Unhinged
Tonight is the first full moon of the year. Which feels… accurate. Because nothing says fresh start like a giant glowing orb in the sky shining a flashlight directly on your emotional…
Read MoreNew Year’s Eve Reflections: Holding It All
This year has held me in contradictions. I have been my happiest and I have been my saddest— sometimes within the very same breath. There were moments when my heart…
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