Watching my own drama

What are you doing this evening?

As the evening drifts into night, I sit with the energy that moves through me. Shadows of my father’s mind try to pull me into his stories, but I stand upon my own ground. The past once tied me to resentment, yet the evening whispers: let go, let go.

Coffee stirs my nerves, but meditation steadies my breath. I see how much poison I once carried within, and how each thought is either a chain around me or a key toward freedom. This school of hard knocks is not punishment, but a lesson for awakening.

Serving my mother and sister, I act not under compulsion but through grace. Duties done without attachment become light, like candles glowing in the dark, easing burdens without burning the soul.

Truth speaks softly, yet it carries more strength than lies ever could. The divinity within me pours grace over my being, breaking old patterns and planting seeds of freedom.

Now, as vibrations rise and fall around me, I watch them like waves. Some flow toward peace, some drag into turmoil. But I choose which current to follow. Evening teaches me that energy is neither enemy nor friend—it simply is. And by seeing it as it is, I write new stories, filled not with poison, but with light.

O