Category: Lady Flava
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Life|Saturday Intention
🌞 Saturday Morning Intention Soul Listening Today, I choose to listen — not just with my ears, but with my heart. I quiet the noise, release the need to fix or rush, and simply allow my soul to speak. Its voice is gentle. Its wisdom is pure. And when I truly listen, peace follows. 💛…
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Life|Flava Daily Chronicle | Friday Flow
🌻 Flava Daily Chronicle | Friday Flow Morning: Left home to a soft sprinkle — arrived to a full Seattle downpour. ☔ That’s the Pacific Northwest keeping me humble. Mid-Morning: A coworker kindly showed me something new about marking travel info for patients… then proceeded to walk me through how to check in a patient…
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H&W| When Sitting Still Hurts
🌿 When Sitting Still Hurts: The Connection Between Constipation and Back Pain By Simply Flava Let’s be honest — constipation isn’t glamorous to talk about, but it’s something so many of us quietly deal with. Between long hours sitting at work and stress that tightens everything (including our gut), it’s no wonder our bodies start to…
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Life|🌙 Evening Reflection | Still Moments at the Window
🌙 Evening Reflection | Still Moments at the Window Tonight, as I settled in, I caught Musty and Ghini sitting quietly side by side — gazing out at the fading light. No words, no rush, just presence. There’s something healing about watching them together like that. They remind me that peace isn’t about fixing or figuring…
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H&W|When Pain Management Targets the Nerves
Understanding Neurotomy: When Pain Management Targets the Nerves A patient called today asking about a neurotomy, and I’ll admit — I had to look it up myself. The word sounded familiar, but I wanted to be sure before answering. What I found was actually fascinating. A neurotomy is a procedure that involves cutting or disrupting…
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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…

