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.

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.

Solstice's Quiet Call

Solstice's Quiet Call

By Annette Camp

December 21, 2024

Solstice arrives, not with fanfare, but with a whisper,

and a blanket to drape across the world’s shoulders.

She asks for our pause, our willingness to listen,

to sit in the shadows of our own minds and hearts.

But we fight her gentle pull with distractions:

the hum of consumerism, adult beverages, and

the glow of screens replacing starlight and faces.

We flee inward not into ourselves, but into noise.

Yet winter waits, patient and unyielding,

as Solstice whispers of quiet and rest.

For in her silence is an invitation to mourn, 

to mend, to make peace with the passing year.

And when the light begins to slowly return,

when the seed stirs deep in the frozen soil,

we will rise, not hurried, but renewed and

ready to bloom beneath the sun's warmth.

The Writing of Our Story

The Writing of Our Story

By Annette Camp

(Inspired by someone named Lou)

November 16, 2024

Our relationship stands as a foundation,

built brick by brick—

character and chemistry,

communication and commitment.

Each stone is placed with care,

honoring needs,

wrapped in patience,

held by honesty.

Together, we create a sanctuary

where mutual respect and understanding

become our guiding light.

We lean into each other’s strength,

knowing the weight is shared,

that standing tall is easier

when two carry the burden.

Life is a dance of joy and challenge—

exhilarating leaps,

stumbling steps.

Yet I want us to navigate it all together,

transforming disappointments into growth,

frustrations into understanding.

Love is our compass.

I crave an intense closeness,

a space where fears, joys, and dreams

are whispered without hesitation,

where two people united

can conquer anything.

My love runs deep, passionate—

a fire that warms through words,

through touch,

through the unspoken.

Intimacy is the pulse of our connection,

the thread that binds us tightly.

Life’s gift is not to be squandered;

it is to be shared,

to be lived with unrelenting passion.

When I give my heart,

I want it cherished as though it were your own,

just as I will treasure yours—

a bond that turns possibility

into something boundless.

I seek a miracle— you,

the woman unafraid to laugh boldly,

to savor life’s simplest joys

and its profound mysteries.

Your soul carries moral goodness,

your heart a reverence for what is sacred.

You are daring and brave,

ready to explore not the world’s maps,

but the uncharted terrain of our hearts.

Together, we will write a story

of love and courage,

etched into the landscape of a life well-lived.