Category: Caring for Myself
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Life|š» When the Body Aches but the Spirit Feels at Peace
Sometimes rest isnāt a sign of weakness ā itās the bodyās way of whispering, āslow down, youāve carried enough.ā Today, Iām honoring the calm, the aches, and the stillness that teaches me to listen to myself. š»
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H&W|š» Letās Talk About the Lymphatic System
The lymphatic system isnāt just a buzzword or a TikTok trend ā itās your bodyās built-in detox highway. Letās talk about what it really does, how to keep it flowing naturally, and why the best medicine is still consistency and care ā the Simply Flava way. š
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Life|Processing Life Through My Words
āš½ Processing Life Through My Words Seasoned SoulZ | Simply Flava Some days, I do wonder if what I write matters to anyone else. And then there are days I remind myself ā even if it doesnāt, it matters to me. Iāve learned to take pride in showing up for myself through my words. My writing…
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Blog Challenge|š Getting Back Into My Flava Style
What have you been working on? š Getting Back Into My Flava Style WordPress Prompt: What Have You Been Working On? Lately, Iāve been working on something a little different ā getting back into my Lady Flava intentional style. I never really walked away from it, but lately Iāve been having fun being more deliberate about…
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Life|š» Listening When My Body Speaks š»
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|š The Sun Still Finds Me
š The Sun Still Finds Me Flava Daily Reflection | Simply Flava This morning started with rain tapping against the window ā gray skies, wind, and that restless kind of energy that seems to hang in the air around my neighborhood. The world outside felt heavy again, unpredictable, loud⦠but thatās nothing new around here. And…
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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…

