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Be the Fire!
I wish I had learned earlier that desire isn’t something to hide, quiet, or dress in disguise. It isn’t shameful. It doesn’t need permission. It doesn’t need a name. Desire is its own language. fire written into the skin, breaking us open and remaking us in ways no restraint ever could. For too long, I…
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From Whispers to Embers — A Journey Published!
Dance of Flesh and Flame — Now Live! Some moments ignite quietly, like whispers turning into fire. This is one of them. I am deeply grateful, humbled that what began as scattered words has found its home between covers. My second book Dance of Flesh and Flame, is now live: Read on Amazon To every…
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Words are seductive. Devastatingly destructive too.
If you ask a writer like me about my favorite word, I’ll tell you this: words are dangerous, seductive things. They slip under your skin and make a home there. They can shatter your heart with a single sentence, pull you back from the edge, make you laugh while you’re drowning. They can soothe you…
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Happiness, In Small and Certain Ways.
This list isn’t just about what makes me happy. It’s about what makes me feel like myself. A list of soft moments, small rituals, and quiet joys that bring me back to myself. Copyright © 2025 – Shimmering Muse. All rights reserved!
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Who I’d be?
I’m curious about the version of me that lives beneath the one everyone sees. The one who doesn’t measure her words. Who doesn’t rehearse her smiles or dilute her desire to stay digestible. What would I do if no one was watching? If there were no eyes to judge, no mirrors echoing what I’m supposed…
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Am I still romantic?
I actually answered this one last year—you can read that post here. Apparently, daily prompts like to repeat questions—not just tossing out hollow ones. (Not always). Anyways sometimes, repetition forces us to take a look on what’s changed. Romance, for me, was magic. It was soft and shimmering, full of silent glances and a sense…
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