Category: 65 and Counting
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Life|Lady Flava Means Business 🌻
🌻 Morning Chronicle | Lady Flava Means Business 🌻 I took two mental health days this week. I had to. I needed space to breathe, process, and come back better. Sometimes you just know when your mind and spirit are asking for a pause — and this time, I listened. It’s foggy this morning. The sun hasn’t…
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Life|🌻 Listening When My Body Speaks 🌻
When my mind and body need rest. I now honor myself. Do you ever give yourself permission to call of or say no? I believe in self care.
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Life|💫 Belonging Beyond Bloodlines
💫 Belonging Beyond Bloodlines Seasoned SoulZ | Simply Flava I’ve always known who I was, even if the world tried to tell me otherwise.My heritage is a blend — Japanese and German — but my soul was shaped by the community that raised me: the Black community of Seattle. That’s where my heart found rhythm,…
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Life|65|When Self-Respect Speaks for You
True peace doesn’t come from proving your worth—it comes from honoring it. My self-respect speaks before I ever have to say a word. 🌻
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H&W| Mindful Movement in the Rain
🌧️ Mindful Movement in the Rain Simply Flava | Health & Wellness Chronicles This morning, I woke up slow. It was stormy and gray in Seattle — the kind of morning that makes you want to curl deeper into the covers and just listen to the rain beat its rhythm against the window. The trees…
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Thank You|🌻 To My Readers — Old and New
🌻 To My Readers — Old and New Every time I see a new name pop up in my subscribers list, my heart smiles. 🥰 Whether you’ve just joined me, or you’ve been walking beside me for months — thank you. Thank you for showing up, for reading, for pausing in your day to sit with…
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Life | Coming Home to My Peace
Coming Home to My Peace After a day of ringing phones, problem-solving, and pouring out care, I cross my threshold and exhale. My home is where the noise softens and my spirit remembers itself. Musty posts up at the window like a tiny security guard. Ghini shuffles close, offering that warm, wordless comfort only cats…
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Life|65|Reflections on Healing & Remembrance
🌻 The Warmth They Leave Behind Simply Flava | Reflections on Healing & Remembrance Sometimes love doesn’t disappear; it just changes shape. It becomes a blanket folded in a drawer, a photo glowing beneath a lamp, a tumbler on a shelf that still feels like a friend’s steady hand. When I pulled out Sheryl’s Seahawks blanket…
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