Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Facing Fear, Finding Strength


Facing Fear, Finding Strength
By Annette Camp
January 22, 2025

Make the decision to try despite fear,
to face the unknown with trembling hands.
Choose action over the pull of hesitation,
even when your heart races and doubt lingers.

For each small step, each commitment to show up
becomes a thread woven in the fabric of courage.
Confidence strengthens with each brave step.
A reminder that fear doesn’t get the final say.

In the quiet moments of persistence,
you discover things hidden deep within.
Every choice to move forward builds a foundation,
turning uncertainty into newfound strength.

The unknown becomes less daunting with time,
as courage grows in the space of effort.
Each act of trying transforms not just the outcome,
but the belief in who you are becoming.

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Sacred Doors


Sacred Doors
By Annette Camp
January 12, 2025

Boundaries are not walls.
They are doors,
opened with care.

They invite others in 
who see us, and honor us
for exactly who we are.

Love in its truest form.
A promise to ourselves.

A quiet teaching to others.
This is how I need to be 
treated, respected, and loved.

Yes, some will walk away.
Let them.

No more sacrificing ourselves.
No more giving from emptiness.
No more bending so far, we break.
No more yes when our gut says no.

Boundaries are not selfish.
They are sacred.

Sunday, January 5, 2025

The Real Gift Was Their Friendship



The Real Gift Was Their Friendship
By Annette Camp
December 25, 2024

A small tree stood quietly in the corner,
its white lights casting a soft glow.
Green, red, and silver ornaments hung carefully.

Each one reflecting the stillness of Christmas Eve.
A friend had placed it there,
and quiet magic settled over its branches.

Crisp bills, green paper, tucked among the needles,
hung as the ornaments gleamed.
A quiet transformation of a tradition shared.

The little tree stood alive with abundance,
its branches with an offering.
A moment of gratitude for a friendship.

The tree had become more than decoration.
It was a symbol—a reminder of generosity,
of surprise and quiet miracles found in ordinary places.

Though money hung from its branches,
the real gift was the way it made me feel:
connected, amazed, and deeply aware of the moment.