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Spell. Stone. & Sparks that Ignite Change

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  • What Sparks My Admiration: Celebrating Talent, Courage, and Kindness

    What Sparks My Admiration: Celebrating Talent, Courage, and Kindness

    What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

    Admire What Matters

    There are people who make you stop, just a little, because of the way they move through the world. They are the ones whose actions are impossible not to notice, even if they’re subtle. I’ve spent time thinking about what sparks my admiration. Not romantically. Not something to flex for show. All that will fade .

    Artistic talent

    I admire artistic talent, especially when it looks to come effortlessly to them. I can barely draw a stick figure, and my doughnuts barely hold their sprinkles, yet I watch people wielding brushes, pencils, or clay and feel a quiet awe. There’s something about creation, the courage to put something out there, that’s magnetic.

    The knight in tin foil

    I admire people who stand up for others, especially those who can’t or won’t defend themselves. When someone is being targeted for things beyond their control, the courage it takes to speak or act on their behalf is something that stays with me. It’s messy, it’s human, but it is real bravery in action.

    Patient People

    I admire patience, even if it’s just a performance, a practiced calm in the middle of chaos. There’s a rhythm to waiting, to tolerating, to letting things unfold. I will never understand how some people make it look effortless. I know it isn’t for me for sure.

    idgaf

    I admire those who don’t care what anyone else thinks. No not the kind that says it repeatedly but still hesitates. We hate a broadway wanna be. People who actually move through life free of that weight, making choices for themselves. It’s not easy for everyone. But it is a quiet rebellion that inspires without needing to shout.

    Kind Souls

    I admire quiet kindness, the kind not everyone will notice. It is given to injured wild animals, stray dogs or cats, and even the people society pushes to the side. There’s an authenticity in those moments, in lifting up the “underdog,” that leaves a mark longer than any grand gesture ever could.

    Indie

    I can’t forget the admiration I hold for indie creatives, the people who wake up, make, and try. And not for instant fake fame or clout. People who just feel they have to. The ones who experiment, who fail, who rise again, and who light the way for others in the process.

    These traits, these actions, these quiet strength. They remind me for one that admiration isn’t about perfection. It is witnessing integrity, courage, creativity, and generosity in motion. And the more we notice, the more we can embody them in our own lives.

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  • My Favorite Ways to Stay Active: Hiking, Swimming, Kayaking, and More

    My Favorite Ways to Stay Active: Hiking, Swimming, Kayaking, and More

    What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

    Finding Joy in Movement: Why Physical Activity Matters

    Staying active doesn’t have to mean being uncomfortable in a crowded gym. Especially if you’re like me and they make you feel like everyone is staring right at you. For me, the joy of movement comes from freedom, fresh air, and the quiet satisfaction of feeling my body work in ways that make sense. Some days, that means exploring the wilderness, gliding across water, or feeling the burn from resistance bands at home. Each activity has its own rhythm, its own kind of therapy, and its own reason I keep coming back.

    Hiking: Walking Into Calm and Clarity

    Hiking has always been my escape and my reset. The perfect blend of adventure, exercise, and self care. Trails lined with autumn leaves, the crunch of snow beneath my boots, or the earthy smell of the forest after rain. It is more than just cardio. This is meditation in motion. Every incline challenges my endurance, every rocky path tests my balance, and reaching the summit gives a sense of accomplishment that no treadmill can replicate.

    Hiking connects me with the outdoors in a way a gym never could. The open air, the sun on my face, the sound of water running or birds calling. The ability to collect rocks too! It really is a full-body experience that nurtures mind, body, and soul.

    Swimming: Strength and Mindful Movements

    Water has a magic of its own. Swimming isn’t just exercise; it’s a rhythm, a flow that eases tension and strengthens muscles without pounding joints. I love the quiet isolation of a pool or a calm lake. Letting your body feel the water engulf it. It’s a workout that also clears the mind, letting thoughts drift as easily as my body through water.

    Plus, swimming teaches patience, timing, and breath control. It’s a meditative discipline, one that makes me feel strong, centered, and refreshed all at once.

    Kayaking: Power, Peace, and Perspective

    Kayaking combines strength, coordination, and a little bit of adventure. Paddling through calm waters or along river bends is meditative, but it also gives a satisfying upper-body and core workout. I love the tactile feedback of the paddle slicing water. The rhythm of each stroke, engaging my entire upper body in unison.

    Being out on the water is also a perspective shift. There’s nothing like seeing a familiar landscape reflected in a river or lake to remind you that exercise can be about more than calories. It’s also about wonder, movement, and presence.

    Home Workouts: Resistance Bands and Freedom from Gym Anxiety

    I’ll admit it gyms aren’t my favorite. There’s something about the feeling of everyone watching, or that subtle pressure to “perform,” that drains the fun out of working out. That’s where my full-body resistance band set comes in. You can anchored to doors, a bar, or different hand/ ankle straps. Providing me a total-body workout at home, in private, and at less money than a gym membership for just two months .

    Bands aren’t just convenient they’re versatile. From squats to rows to chest presses, every muscle gets attention without the intimidation of a crowded gym. It’s empowering to feel strong and capable while keeping my workouts entirely my own.

    Moving Forward: Finding Your Flow

    The truth is, the best exercise is the one that makes you want to keep moving. Whatever one you enjoy. Hiking, swimming, kayaking, and resistance band workouts are my favorites because they blend physical challenge, mental clarity, and a sense of freedom.

    If you’ve been hesitant to try something new, think about what excites you outside the gym walls. Maybe it’s a trail you’ve never walked, a lake you’ve never paddled, or a quiet corner at home with bands ready to stretch and strengthen you. Movement is personal, and your perfect routine might surprise you.

    Ready to Move With Me?

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  • When History Repeats: The New Attack on Rights and Justice in America

    When History Repeats: The New Attack on Rights and Justice in America

    What historical event fascinates you the most?

    History as Mirror

    We often think of major historical tragedies… such as the transatlantic slave trade, the treatment of people of color during and after the civil-rights movement in the United States, or the Holocaust, as distant. Important. Horrific. But past. What is less comfortable: the patterns they formed still echo today. And we may be witnessing a new chapter of systemic threat. But this time, not abroad or in previous years , but in our own country right fucking now.

    From Slavery to Civil Rights

    The oppression of not white Americans through slavery and the trail of tears (and many other horrible historical events) created generational trauma, economic disparity, and social exclusion. The civil-rights era sought to dismantle legalized segregation and voter disenfranchisement. These struggles were about identity, dignity, belonging, equality of rights. Americans rightly look back and say: “Never again.”

    But “never again” only works if we recognise the signs when they return. Never again only works if we are not continually doing the same damn shit just in other ways.

    The New Frontline: Rights Under Fire

    Transgender Passports & Identity Documentation

    In early 2025, the Donald Trump administration issued Executive Order 14168 titled Defending Women From Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government. The order declared that federal documents must align with “biological sex at birth.” 

    As a result, the U.S. Department of State suspended changes to gender markers on passports and revoked the “X” gender designation option for many applicants. Which affects many people who aren’t trans but are intersex and left to figure it out.

    Legal action followed. A federal judge blocked parts of the policy that prevented transgender and non-binary Americans from obtaining accurate passports, recognising the policy was likely unconstitutional. 

    But the damage is real. People have been forced to use documents that mis-mark their gender, creating risk and exposing identity. In other words: state-sanctioned mis-identity.

    SNAP Cuts and Food Insecurity

    Around 42 million Americans rely on the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) for basic food security.  The government shutdown and refusal to allocate contingency funds means SNAP payments risk being withheld starting November 1, 2025. 

    When we compare this to historical deprivation of rights and access, for example: poll taxes or economic exclusion of minorities, the parallel is stark. Denial of sustenance is denial of dignity. Most Snap recipients are your friends, the workers, the disabled, and the elderly. As well as the children the party that is causing this is so quick to claim they care about.

    Deployment of Troops and Erosion of Checks & Balances

    In 2025 the Trump administration has explicitly floated deploying the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines into U.S. cities, bypassing traditional guard & civilian limitations. 

    Cities led by Democratic governments have seen National Guard troops deployed despite objections from local authorities. For example, Washington D.C., Los Angeles, Portland, and even West Virginia?

    Legally this raises questions of federal overreach, the Posse Comitatus Act, and state sovereignty. When the military becomes an instrument of domestic policy without proper checks, the separation of powers erodes.

    Moreover, framing transgender people, activists, or political opponents as domestic “threats” or “Antifa” emboldens the machinery of suppression, another echo from historical oppression.

    Why This Matters

    When identity is controlled (who you can say you are, what documents you carry), then belonging becomes conditional. When access to sustenance (food stamps) can be politically withheld, then the social contract falters. When the military is repurposed to internal enforcement without clear guardrails, then the rule of law and democratic accountability are at risk. When these issues disproportionately target minorities: trans people, racialised communities, the poor, it reflects the same structures that enabled slavery, Jim Crow, Nazi bureaucracy.

    Who’s Affected

    Transgender and non-binary people facing documentation that erases or mis-represents them, as well as intersex people. Low-income families reliant on SNAP who may lose assistance, elderly, working class Americans, and people with disabilities. Not to mention the cut local economy will face without snap being pumped back into it. Communities in states where federal troops may intervene despite local governance. Allies and minority voices who stand for change, inclusivity, and equity.

    What We Can Do

    Raise awareness: Highlight these issues in your networks, your blog, your community. Support legal advocacy organisations: American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), Lambda Legal, etc. Document personal stories and amplify minority voices who are most impacted. Push for structural policies: Transparent oversight on troop deployments, secure funding for social programs, identity-affirming documentation rights. Build inclusive publishing forum to centre voices that are excluded, silenced, or under-represented.and most importantly create community and help one another when you can!

    Don’t Be Silent

    The historical parallels are evident. This is not hyperbole, it’s reality. And if we don’t write it, publish it, challenge it, then we risk letting history’s darkest chapters repeat. Use your voice. Raise the spark. Let every word matter. What side of history will you look back and be able to say you were on.

    Because when the lines blur between democracy and dictatorship, when troops march where civilians should walk… we have to ask… where is fucking NATO?

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  • A Poet’s Reflection on Isolation, Freedom, and Staying Human

    A Poet’s Reflection on Isolation, Freedom, and Staying Human

    How much would you pay to go to the moon?

    How much would I pay to go to the moon?

    Who told you I even want to go?

    People talk about it like it’s the peak of human achievement, a one-way ticket to transcendence.

    But to me, it sounds like paying for a coffin with a window view of all you ever knew.

    I’m not scared of space. I’m scared of losing place. I’m scared of being stuck.

    Up there, there’s no wild air to breathe in deep when the world feels heavy.

    No green. No stream squeals and screams. No dirt under my nails. No weed to slow the mind into rhythm.

    No poetry sparked by sound, scent, or struggle.

    No pulse of the living world to remind me I belong to something bigger.

    And beyond that

    No community. No music. No protest. No shared fight.

    No one to stand beside when things burn and rebuild.

    No humanity at all, just survival, static noise, and whomever you share the space sarcophagus with.

    I wouldn’t go because I’ve learned what real silence costs.

    Because I’ve lived through isolation that felt like space already…

    rooms without voices, days without meaning, and too much time to think.

    The moon isn’t a dream; it’s an echo chamber. I love the moon from down here.

    You take your ghosts with you and have nowhere to bury them.

    I wouldn’t go because I crave creation… the kind that needs mess, motion, and other people.

    Because art needs chaos and communion, not vacuum and a single view of all the things that matter to the writing you do.

    Rebellion, love, and language don’t bloom in sealed suits and static solitude.

    I wouldn’t go because I like being alive here.

    With dirt and noise and trouble and tears.

    With the freedom to wander, write, smoke, rage, and rebuild.

    With every imperfection that makes this world worth saving.

    So no I wouldn’t pay to go to the moon.

    I’d pay everything I have to keep this planet breathing and to keep myself creating on it.

    Plus what the fuck would I do without my Luna doggy, my partner, and friends.

    Do you want to go to the moon? Do you see it differently than I do? Tell me in the comments or in your own post.

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  • Living Freely: My Five-Year Leap Into Full-Time Creation

    Living Freely: My Five-Year Leap Into Full-Time Creation

    What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

    What’s the biggest risk I’d like to take but, I haven’t yet?

    Walking away from the time clock for the most part and toward the trailhead.

    See, I’m an STNA (that’s Ohio’s term for CNA everywhere else. We just had to be the different one). I love what I do. Yes we all need money to live in this hellscape. But I love it not for the paycheck, but for the people. The elderly deserve care from those people who care to be there. However, I also dream of caring for my own future with the same hands that hold theirs.

    The risk?

    Transitioning from working full-time and then some weekly for someone else’s company to working full-time for myself for Poeaxtry_.

    My goal is that with-in the next five years, I will flip the ratio.

    I want Poeaxtry_ to sustain me, not the other way around.

    I can only imagine being able to wake up and know that my “job” is carving smiles into stones, engraving good karma into keychains, and polishing perfect statement pieces. All from rocks I’ve hounded myself.

    To be able to sell handmade spell bags, wands, tinctures, sprays, and charms born from dirt and devotion not just in my spare time.While I also publish solo poetry collections (mine and other people’s) and community anthologies that spark conversation, change, and creativity not just sales.

    Having a designated divination room, sounds so good almost too good to be true. A place for friends and new folks to get readings: pendulum or tarot. Readings set-up virtually or through local appointments.

    Imagine being able to travel, explore, hike, forage, and rockhound in the wild. While sharing accessible adventures for those who can’t get out there. Or can, but need the guidance to do so safely.

    Hosting open mic nights that echo through real and virtual rooms along with silent art galleries that speak without sound. Creating and collaborating under The Prism, where inclusion and artistry collide.

    I will not wait for retirement to live.

    I want to be able to grab my tent, my dog Luna, and my laptop, (other essentials obviously) and just go.

    I can just see it now: a few nights backpacking through forests, collecting stone from stream, writing wildly under the moonlight. Where the only deadlines are sunrise and the next cup of coffee.

    The poetry I’d write out there untouched, unbothered by society’s static crust.. would probably make my current work look like warm-ups. Honestly, I’m so ready for that.

    The biggest risk I haven’t taken yet isn’t quitting, but it’s believing, fully, that I can.

    Five years from now, I plan to look back and laugh that I ever questioned it.

    One thing I am no longer willing to do is give more of me to the “man.” The shackles that have me captive to society and cities are becoming loose.

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  • Poetry, Hiking, and Building a Grassroots Creative Movement

    Poetry, Hiking, and Building a Grassroots Creative Movement

    What have you been working on?

    Lately, my days have been stitched together with rhythm, motion, and momentum. Between writing, wandering, and building, I’ve been in constant creation mode. Trying to push Poeaxtry_ forward piece by piece, letter by letter, and stone by stone.

    Poetry in Progress

    Poetry remains the pulse of everything I do. I’ve been refining collections, experimenting with new mediums, and returning to the unfiltered edges that started it all. Some pieces are bound for ebooks or zines, others will live on new mediums but, all of them carry my usual mix of grit, grace, and rebellion.

    Hiking Content & Nature Notes

    When I’m not writing or working, I’m outside gathering stories and stones in motion. My hiking content is growing. With new trails, new reflections, and new emotional field notes. Every step through the Red River Gorge or along Ohio’s riverbeds feeds my words and connects the wild to the written. Expect more field journal-style posts, rockhounding creations, and unfiltered snapshots of nature’s poetry.

    Publishing & New Places for My Books

    I’ve been exploring new ways to publish, both traditionally grassroots and digitally independent. I’m expanding The Prism’s reach and testing new outlets for my books to be seen, shared, and supported without compromising creative freedom. Accessibility and inclusivity remain my core goals: every voice deserves space, and I intend to keep building those spaces.

    New Mediums Still Under Wraps

    Some projects are still secret… new mediums, new blends of voice and vision that don’t fit in any current box. Let’s just say they’ll connect the poetic, creative, and digital in unexpected ways. When they’re ready, you’ll know.

    Consistency & Community

    I’ve been working on showing up both consistently and intentionally. Whether it’s posting, crafting poetry collabs through The Prism, or connecting with nature, every move is about growth that stays rooted. I’m not just building a brand… I’m building a movement.

    All of this ties back to my purpose: to create spaces for minority and ally voices, to protect and publish truth through creativity, and to keep Poeaxtry_ alive as more than a name. And as a living, evolving community of creators.

    It’s been a season of creation, collaboration, and quiet groundwork. Every poem, hike, and idea adds another layer to what’s coming next. And a stronger community, a louder voice, a deeper impact.

    Want to grow with me?

    Follow Poeaxtry_ for prompts, collabs, and updates on the next wave of releases, and if you’re a creator looking for a home for your words, The Prism is always open.

    So now I ask you what are you working on? Where are you showing up for yourself or others?

  • Anything New Counts: Try It Already

    Anything New Counts: Try It Already

    What could you try for the first time?

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    So here’s a revelation that’s about as obvious as the sky being blue: anything you haven’t done before is, by definition, something you could try for the first time. I know, mind-blowing, right? You don’t need a bucket list, a guru, or a weekend retreat in the Himalayas to achieve “first-time” status. You just need to pick literally anything you’ve never done and… spoiler alert… do it.

    Think about it. You could try eating a weird flavor of potato chips.

    You could try talking to that stranger who looks vaguely judgmental at the coffee shop.

    You could try balancing a spoon on your nose like a toddler on a sugar high.

    Anything.

    It’s new.

    It’s fresh.

    And it counts.

    There is no “too small” or “too silly.” If it’s something you haven’t done before, congratulations: you’re officially a pioneer of your own life.

    Why does this matter? Because we spend so much time overthinking, planning, and waiting for the “perfect first-time experience” that we forget how incredibly simple the concept is. The magic isn’t in the grandeur; it’s in the novelty. Trying something for the first time. Yes, even something absurdly minor, activates curiosity, forces your brain to pay attention, and gives you bragging rights without needing a medal.

    Let’s be real:

    If you weren’t already,

    life is mostly mundane, repetitive, and slightly disappointing. Trying new things is how you trick the universe into giving you a little spark of fun. And if it goes horribly? Even better, you now have a hilarious story that no one else has.

    That, my friends, is first-time glory.

    So stop overthinking it.

    Look around. Pick something.

    Anything. That sock you’ve never worn on the other foot.

    That podcast you swore was “not your thing.”

    That weird dance move in the grocery store aisle.

    If you haven’t done it yet, it counts.

    It’s your first time. And yes, doing it makes you smart, funny, and slightly rebellious. Yes, all at once. Or whatever your aim is to be.

    The takeaway?

    Life doesn’t need to be complicated. First times don’t need to be epic. You just need to try something new, even if it’s something small, ridiculous, or completely unnecessary. Anything you haven’t done before is officially fair game. So go ahead and embrace that inner smartass. Then go make the ordinary feel like a first.

    Even if you’re just climbing a rock wall for the first time, eating sushi, or self-publishing. All firsts matter no matter how small or big.

    You deserve it so pal! (I’m so serious)

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  • If I Had a Million Dollars to Give Away – Supporting TransOhio other Nonprofits

    If I Had a Million Dollars to Give Away – Supporting TransOhio other Nonprofits

    If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

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    If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t hesitate… every cent would go to TransOhio and other transgender nonprofits across America. Right now, the political climate in the U.S. is hostile toward transgender people, with countless bills attacking trans rights, healthcare access, and youth protections in multiple states. Organizations like TransOhio are on the frontlines, offering essential resources, advocacy, and legal support to protect transgender lives.

    Funding these nonprofits isn’t charity. Yet, it’s a critical investment in human dignity, equality, and survival. Transgender communities face systemic discrimination, harassment, and targeted legislation designed to erase their rights. But by supporting them financially, I can help provide safe spaces, mental health services, legal defense, and community programming that keeps trans individuals (like me) and families alive, thriving, and visible in society.

    Giving to trans nonprofits nationwide also amplifies a ripple effect. Every local program, educational workshop, and advocacy effort contributes to a larger movement resisting oppression, dismantling misinformation, and fighting for civil rights. In a time when politicians and legislators increasingly threaten trans existence, this support isn’t optional… it’s necessary.

    So… if I had a million dollars, it would fuel the fight for equality, safety, and community. TransOhio and other trans nonprofits deserve more than just recognition. And they deserve tangible action. So, I’d use that money to make sure their work can continue, expand, and protect those who need it most.

  • Exploring My Native American and Polish Heritage: Pride, Curiosity, and Family Legacy

    Exploring My Native American and Polish Heritage: Pride, Curiosity, and Family Legacy

    What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?

    Heritage shapes who we are, connecting us to the past and guiding how we see ourselves in the present. For me, my cultural background includes both Native American and Polish roots. I feel they each offer a unique perspective and sense of identity. Exploring these lineages has been a journey of pride, curiosity, and reflection, even when faced with challenges in learning about them.

    Native American Heritage:

    My Native American lineage comes from my father’s side, and it’s the part of my identity I feel deeply connected to, even though I’ve had limited access to family knowledge. My dad’s mother was fully Native American, but I don’t know the specific tribe or much about the traditions she may have practiced. She passed from liver related illness when my dad was very young. Also, if you didn’t notice, I don’t speak to my father, connecting with this side of my heritage has been a challenge.

    Still, I’m proud of this lineage. I am fascinated by the culture, history, and values it represents. It inspires me to learn independently through research, books, and online resources, seeking to understand and honor the heritage that is uniquely mine.

    Polish Heritage:

    On my Polish side, I have a clearer connection. Both my great-grandmother and grandfather were fully Polish, and I had access to stories, traditions, and family memories that enrich my understanding of this heritage. I could speak fluent polish up until the age of 14. My “butchie” passed and for me that was unrealistically out of know where. I had not yet seen death. I think because of this I somehow repressed the majority of the language we spoke together.

    Anyway. I am proud of the resilience, values, and cultural richness passed down through generations. From Polish customs to the shared family narratives, this helps me feel rooted and connected to a broader story beyond my immediate experience.

    Reflections on Heritage and Family:

    Exploring both lineages has highlighted how family dynamics can impact access to heritage. Some family members I know are not closely connected to older generations or to those who have passed, making certain knowledge difficult to retrieve.

    Even with these limitations, I feel a sense of responsibility to honor both my Native American and Polish heritage. These experiences have taught me that heritage is not just about knowing every detail, it’s about curiosity, pride, and intentional exploration of the traditions, stories, and values that shape us.

    Learning about and celebrating my Native American and Polish roots has been a meaningful part of understanding my identity. Even when access to family history is limited, cultural heritage offers a path for self-discovery, connection, and pride. Whether through independent research, storytelling, or embracing family traditions, I am committed to honoring both lineages and sharing the lessons, values, and beauty they bring into my life.

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  • Choosing More: Trails, Bonfires, Waterfalls, Love, and Creativity

    Choosing More: Trails, Bonfires, Waterfalls, Love, and Creativity

    What could you do more of?

    My thoughts:

    Lately, I’ve been thinking about what I need more of. And not in the material sense, but in the marrow of my days. The kind of “more” that fills, steadies, and fuels. The kind of “more” that shapes a life worth remembering. It’s not about excess, it’s about abundance in the things that matter most: trails, laughter, waterfalls, family, community, creation. These are the moments that root me, the pieces of life that remind me why I keep pushing forward.

    I want more Ohio winding trails, through forests, hills, and hidden ridges that still call my name.

    The backwoods bonfires, with sparks lifting like prayers into the dark.

    Then of course more s’mores, sticky fingers and laughter mixed with smoke.

    Relaxing trips to the lake, the sun reflecting on ripples like glass.

    That leads to more camping trips, with the quiet hum of crickets and the steady breath of earth beneath me.

    I’m a sucker for a waterfall, tumbling like time itself.

    And I could use more kayaking, with my arms burning but spirit alive.

    I’d love time with Kelso, their presence steady as a compass.

    And time with my sisters, weaving memories out of ordinary afternoons.

    I’ll always want time with my mom. May she rest in paradise. Though, I am carrying her in every quiet moment, every place where the wind sounds like her voice.

    I want more of these moments because they are the anchors: where the noise quiets and the core of living rises up clear. Trails, rivers, bonfires, and late-night laughter don’t just fill time; they carve it into memory. They remind me I’m not just moving through life, I’m part of it… woven into the forests, the water, the people who walk beside me.

    I want more because “more” isn’t greed, it’s gratitude. It’s choosing to multiply the things that heal instead of the things that drain. More connection, more earth beneath my boots, more stories written in smoke and stone. These are the things that make the days stretch wide and give me the energy to keep pushing, keep creating, keep fighting for the world I believe in.

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    All this make me want More sunrises on trailheads.

    And then sunsets bleeding across horizons too wide for words.

    I wish for journals filled, ink poured like rivers of thought.

    I’d love a good rockhounding trip, uncovering pieces of the earth’s hidden heart. UP MICHIGAN is always on my list!

    I want advocacy, protests, standing up when silence would be easier.

    And More poetry read aloud, words stitched into air.

    With this I need more community built, where every voice finds its place.

    I love more time with my dog. The walks, snuggles, the simple grounding presence only she can give.

    And time with my cats, their quiet purrs stitching calm into my days.

    Who wouldn’t love more time gaming? We know play matters too, and escape can be just as healing as creation.

    I would die for more time making physical products for my shop: witchy items, jewelry, keychains, and more. The tangible art that keeps my hands moving and my spirit rooted.

    And more time on writing retreats, they don’t need to be fancy! I just need the only noise to be pen to paper and the only task is to let words flow free.

    Spending time connecting with other poets and creators, trading sparks and building bonfires out of shared voices.

    More more more ! Give me more! experiments, more mistakes, more chances to grow without apology.

    Why?

    Because if I’m honest, FOMO: the fear of missing out, lurks in the background. Not about the shiny, curated things the world flaunts online, but about missing the marrow of my own life. Missing the trails I haven’t hiked yet, the poems I haven’t written, the moments with the people and creatures I love most. Fear of missing the work that matters, the fire that only comes alive when I’m fully in it.

    So this is my reminder to myself: don’t let fear decide. Let more decide. More moments, more presence, more joy stacked up like stones marking a trail forward.

    Because life isn’t about less. It’s about leaning into more, the kind of more that fills you up without emptying the world.

    Wanting more doesn’t make me restless, it makes me aware. Aware that life is short, that moments slip by, that time with people I love and places that restore me cannot be taken for granted. So I’m choosing more. More presence, more connection, more experiences that outlast the scroll of a screen.

    Your turn:

    What would you want more of? Where do you feel time calling you? Share it with me, and let’s hold each other accountable to seek more of what matters, and to build lives overflowing with meaning, not scarcity.

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