Tag: #PowerOfVulnerability

  • Hope as a Daily Practice

    Hope as a Daily Practice

    Hope is not always the grand, sweeping light we imagine. It is rarely fireworks, rarely the kind of brilliance that blinds us in awe. More often, it is a quiet ember—a small flame, fragile yet enduring, flickering in the unseen corners of our days. It is the kind of light that doesn’t shout but whispers,…

  • Religion and the Quiet Ways It Shapes Our Lives

    Religion is not just a matter of doctrine or ritual—it is a pulse that runs through human history, a current that carries stories, traditions, and the longing of the human heart. It is the rhythm of prayer beads slipping through fingers, the sound of hymns echoing through old stone chapels, the muezzin’s call rising with…

  • The Quiet Power of Hobbies: How Writing (and Yours) Can Help You Communicate and Heal

    The Quiet Power of Hobbies: How Writing (and Yours) Can Help You Communicate and Heal

    There’s something quietly revolutionary about picking up a pen, a paintbrush, a crochet hook, or even a gardening spade. These simple actions might seem small, but they’re profound—they carry a language of their own. Hobbies speak through the heart, not the mouth. They tell your story without you having to shout it into the world.…

  • 🌿 The Strength of Fragile Faith: When Cracked Hearts Hold God’s Light

    🌿 The Strength of Fragile Faith: When Cracked Hearts Hold God’s Light

    By: Nayerie Youssefianwww.phoenixjourney.com Clarity Cookie: My faith deepened not when life was predictable—but when it shattered. I used to think faith looked polished. Perfect. Like a Sunday best with hands lifted high and prayers spoken with confidence. But my real faith? It was born in brokenness. I coach today not because I know all the…

  • The Tender Work of Receiving

    The Tender Work of Receiving

    By Nayerie Youssefian I used to find comfort in giving. It made me feel useful. Capable. In control.I was the friend you could cry to at 2am, the one who remembered your favorite tea, who showed up with soup and softness and the right words when life got hard. Giving made me feel needed.Receiving made…

  • Daily Writing Prompt: How Would You Describe Yourself to Someone?

    Daily Writing Prompt: How Would You Describe Yourself to Someone?

    Let’s see. If you ask my friends, they’d probably say I’m thoughtful. Caring. The kind of person who remembers your favorite song, your go-to comfort snack, and the small details you thought no one noticed. They say I’m a great listener. Not just with words, but with silences too — the pauses that say more…

  • 🌿 You’re Not Broken — You’re Becoming

    🌿 You’re Not Broken — You’re Becoming

    “Healing is not about fixing what’s broken. It’s about tending to what’s hurting with tenderness, patience, and truth.” Clarity Cookie: The word healing means a lot to me.Not just as an idea. Not just as a process.But as a sacred part of my life story. You see, I survived a near-fatal accident in my early…

  • The Shaman Lover and the Fire That Freed Me

    The Shaman Lover and the Fire That Freed Me

    Reflections after reading “Broken Open” by Elizabeth Lesser Some stories don’t just live on the page—they live in your body.This reflection on Broken Open by Elizabeth Lesser isn’t just a book review.It’s a confession, a witnessing, a walk through the fire with a guide who never planned to lead. If you’ve ever loved someone who…

  • What is your favorite genre of music?

    Give me a good pop song and I’m instantly in my zone. I love modern pop music—the kind that makes you want to dance one minute and cry the next. There’s just something magnetic about it. Artists like Taylor Swift, Jewel, Sarah McLachlan, Maroon 5, Coldplay, Justin Bieber, and Ed Sheeran aren’t just singers—they’re storytellers.…

  • The List That Changed Everything: 21 Years After I Almost Left

    The List That Changed Everything: 21 Years After I Almost Left

    “The best is yet to be.” – Robert Browning There’s something about anniversaries that sneaks up on the soul. Sometimes they arrive with balloons and cake, celebration in the air.Sometimes they come quietly, pressing into your chest like a hidden bruise.And sometimes—if you let them—they crack you wide open and help you breathe again. In…