Change: From Inner Shifts to Cosmic Ripples

~ Natal Galvan
Daily writing prompt
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
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My journey into the blogosphere was born from a dream to one day become a published author. Yet, the thought of exposing my inner musings to the gaze of the unknown was a daunting barrier. As time unfurled, I grew more comfortable with unveiling my words, largely because the eyes that perused them weren’t those of familiar faces. Still, there are moments when I retreat, ever so slightly. Countless are the instances where I’ve shared a piece of my soul, only to retract it in a dance of hesitation, wary of causing a stir or unsettling the peace.

The transformation I yearn for through my blog is one that originates from within, a personal revolution that’s already in motion. Reflecting on my inaugural post and witnessing the evolution of my craft is both exhilarating and a source of encouragement. It’s in this metamorphosis that I perceive a shift in the cosmos. After all, altering a single soul can set the stars in a new alignment.

Indeed, I harbor hopes that my narratives resonate with someone, somewhere. That through the communion of my tales, readers may find a spark of inspiration, a drive to persevere against their own tribulations. Yet, by dedicating myself to the art of writing with sincerity and benevolence, such connections will naturally form. The metamorphosis I seek for my blog is not just an alteration, but a perpetual, inspiring, and dynamic force within my own realm, sending ripples across the fabric of the Universe.

Adding 7 More

~ Natal Galvan
Daily writing prompt
List 30 things that make you happy.
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One thing for each year of living…

  1. The smell of freshly clipped grass
  2. Morning snuggles with Margo (my pup- the only morning breath I like)
  3. My solo adventure hikes through nature
  4. Watering my plants
  5. Multicolored sprinkles on my soft serve ice cream
  6. Sleeping with the windows cracked on a cool summer night
  7. Halloween Season
  8. Christmas Season
  9. Walking the early morning streets just before the sun rises, before people
  10. Getting lost in a really good book
  11. An entire “me” day
  12. Catch up sessions with my mom
  13. Neck nibbles
  14. Amusement parks even if I no longer get on ALL the rides
  15. Moonlit boat rides, bonus on a starry night!
  16. Perfectly ripe watermelon on a super-hot day
  17. The sound of fire crackling from a campfire
  18. Snow flurries drifting down
  19. The laughter from a genuinely happy person
  20. Witnessing random acts of kindness
  21. Committing random acts of kindness
  22. Frozen chocolates- any kinds! all kinds!
  23. When kids say the darndest things
  24. Traveling to new places
  25. Candy store shopping- always two mixed bags! 1 for chocolate and 1 for gummies
  26. The moment before my brain registers the drop on a roller coaster, breeze hitting my face
  27. The moment after a drop on a roller coaster when I know everything is ok and I can go back to enjoying myself.
  28. Rainy days and thunderstorms- unless I’m driving!
  29. When people pleasantly surprise me
  30. The feel of a flower petal against my lips, between my fingers
  31. Trying sweets from exotic countries
  32. Hugging
  33. The smell of a really fun Yankee Candle
  34. Remembering the good times
  35. Deep sensual kisses
  36. Grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
  37. Coming up with lists of things that make me happy

Enchantment in the Ritual of Growth

~ Natal Galvan
Daily writing prompt
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
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Finding joy in life often comes from the simplest of rituals; for me, it is the act of nurturing my plants. With each passing year, I find myself dedicating more time to this practice—not because my collection has grown, but because I’ve discovered a profound bond in the process. It’s a bond that breathes vitality into my days.

To me, nature is nothing short of real-life enchantment. When we pause to contemplate the complexities of life, the elaborate dance required to execute even the most “basic” actions, we realize it transcends mere science. Existence is a tapestry of being and becoming. Life burgeons, stretches, and transforms right before our eyes—yet we often overlook the spectacle.

Tending to my plants anchors me in the now. It’s a meditative state where, for a fleeting moment, my personal tribulations fade into the background, and all that remains is the verdant oasis I’m cultivating. In this sanctuary, amidst the foliage and blooms, I find a serene assurance that, in this very instant, everything is as it should be—perfectly okay, perfectly magical.

Expertise Unheard: Navigating Partnership and Disillusionment

~ Natal Galvan

Choosing to live childfree was a conscious decision for me, one rooted in the desire to navigate life on my own terms. I simply didn’t desire the obligation of nurturing and shaping a young life. My preference was, and continues to be, experiencing life on my own terms. However, what I hadn’t anticipated was that inviting a partner into my life could sometimes echo the challenges of parenthood.

I’ve encountered numerous women with long-term partners or husbands who echo my feelings, indicating it’s a shared experience rather than an aversion to societal duties. It’s as if society has scripted our roles: men jest about choosing the “level of crazy” they can tolerate in women, while women wryly note that all men are akin to children, leaving us to ponder just how much additional “parenting” we’re prepared to extend.

A recent episode with my significant other left me questioning the very essence of our dynamic and if I actually had avoided parenting altogether.

The sting of unheeded counsel is all too familiar which is particularly trying when it comes from a place of professional expertise. With a wealth of knowledge spanning over two decades in my field, I was once the expert he revered, the beacon that guided his career choice. Yet, as time marches on, his ears seem attuned to everyone’s advice but mine.

This pattern reminds me of my own youthful dismissal of my mother’s wisdom, which I once deemed obsolete. Yet, invariably, her insights proved prescient, a lesson I learned through repeated stumbles. Children may outgrow this phase, but adults, like my partner, often remain obstinately resistant.

Witnessing him return home, drained from the day, only to rise embittered and anxious, is disheartening. My attempts to offer proven strategies—real-world solutions that have bolstered similar ventures—are met with indifference. It’s maddening, particularly when his business is still pliable, ripe for innovation.

These moments accumulate, a growing ledger of disillusionment, prompting me to wonder: what role do I truly play here? What is the value of expertise if it remains unheard within one’s own sanctuary? What actual purpose am I serving here?

It’s a quandary that challenges the very core of partnership and mutual growth.

Embracing the Winds of Change: Reflecting on Life’s Decisions

~ Natal Galvan

Life is a tapestry woven with decisions—some impulsive, others calculated, but each thread contributing to the intricate pattern of our existence. My journey has been marked by choices that some might label as erratic or spontaneous. Yet, these moments of decision, whether they led to triumphs or trials, have been the very essence of my learning.

In the quiet corners of our lives, we encounter those pivotal decisions that resonate deeply within us. We sense their rightness, even when the full impact of their wisdom is yet to be felt. It’s in the patient unfolding of time that the seeds of doubt can sprout, tempting us to question our course.

Recently, I found myself at a crossroads, faced with decisions of considerable weight. Guided by the compass of my heart, I sought authenticity and joy. Such significant life choices, however, come with their sacrifices. As the days pass, a sense of loss lingers; life as we knew it—and who we were within it—transforms.

Transition periods are rife with uncertainty, yet it is essential to anchor ourselves in the pursuit of happiness. Time, that gentle sculptor, eventually reveals a new pattern of existence, and the vision we held for ourselves begins to materialize.

Amidst this journey, I experienced a momentary ebb in my spirits. Partly, I could attribute it to the hormonal tempests that visit monthly, leaving emotional turbulence in their wake. But there was also the recognition that I was in a phase of gradual alignment, where life’s puzzle pieces were finding their place, albeit slowly.

How do I navigate these emotional troughs? Initially, I surrender to the distraction of reality TV, allowing my thoughts to drift untethered. By the third day, restlessness sets in, signaling the simmering of creative energy, hinting at an impending burst of inspiration. And when the fifth day dawns, I emerge renewed, ready to embrace the present moment—the ultimate sanctuary from the past’s echoes and the future’s whispers.

In moments of doubt, I’ve learned the importance of sitting with my emotions, for they are the keys to self-discovery. The challenge lies in moving beyond these feelings, not allowing doubt to ensnare us, but instead, using it as a catalyst to uncover the evolving facets of our identity.

I urge that when you find yourself in moments of doubt, allow yourself the time to feel your feelings because it does allow you to figure a lot of yourself out. The key is to move past those moments, not getting lost in the feelings of doubts and allowing yourself to rediscover new parts of yourself that have developed through these times. Give yourself the gift of the present moment and before you know it, those pieces that you were waiting to fall into place, are.

A Daily Journey: Self Sustainability

~ Natal Galvan
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Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
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Every day, I valiantly attempt to embrace the eco-warrior lifestyle, but let’s be real – sometimes it feels like I’m just hanging onto the green wagon with my pinky finger. My daily rituals? Oh, they’re a hoot! I meditate, juggle crystals, and waft sage smoke around like a wizard gone wild. These practices are supposed to anchor me to the earth, but lately, life’s been playing keep-away with my zen.

Now, when the blues sneak up on me, I’ve found my secret escape: nature. It’s like hitting the refresh button on my soul’s browser. A stroll along the beach or a jaunt through the woods, and I’m one with the universe again. It’s as if Mother Nature herself gives me a cosmic high-five, and suddenly, I’m ready to tackle the world – or at least my laundry pile.

But let’s not romanticize it too much. Nature has its own version of comedy. Ever tried to maintain inner peace while being the main course at a mosquito banquet? Yeah, not so serene. And so on days when my energy tank is running on fumes, you’ll simply find me sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, binge-watching my way to enlightenment. The only pilgrimage I’m making is to the fridge and back. But hey, sometimes a good veg-out is just the ticket to finding my center – or at least the center of the couch.

So, there you have it, my green-hearted friends. Sustainable living? I’m trying, one laugh (and one mosquito bite) at a time.

The Paradox of a Creative Mind: Lost in a Sea of Ideas

~ Natal Galvan
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How do you waste the most time every day?
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Every day, I find myself standing still, not because I lack direction, but because I have too many paths I could take. My mind is a vortex of creativity, swirling with ideas so vivid and compelling that choosing one feels like an injustice to the others.

As the clock ticks, I remain motionless, not out of indecision but from an overabundance of inspiration. It’s a paradox, really – the more creative I am, the less I seem to do. I’m caught in a whirlwind of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could bes,’ each more tantalizing than the last.

I waste time not by doing nothing, but by contemplating everything. Each thought is a universe unto itself, demanding exploration. And so, I stand there, a statue of potential, lost in the cosmos of my own creativity.

But is it truly a waste? In these moments of stillness, I am a philosopher, a dreamer, a visionary. Perhaps the world’s greatest journeys began with someone, somewhere, standing still, lost in thought.

So, I embrace this paradox, knowing that from this apparent stillness springs forth the boundless energy of creation. After all, a single chosen idea, once pursued, can change everything.

A Quirky Guide to Living Like Water

~ Natal Galvan

Have you ever felt like you’re holding onto a cactus? The more you grip, the more it hurts? Well, I’ve been there, done that, and got the t-shirt (ouch, prickly!). But guess what? I’ve discovered the secret sauce to a blissful existence, and it’s all about embracing your inner H2O. That’s right, becoming as chill as water.

You see, I used to be a professional life-clinger. If there was something to hold onto, I’d latch on like a barnacle. But then, I had an epiphany. Why am I wrestling with life when I could be waltzing with it? So, I traded my boxing gloves for ballet slippers and learned the delicate dance of letting go.
Now, I’m not saying I’ve turned into a quitter. Oh no, when I want something, I’m like a dog with a bone (but, like, a really determined, cute dog). However, I’ve fine-tuned my intuition radio, and when the vibes are off, I know it’s time to switch stations.

In the past, I was like a squirrel in a nut factory—hoarding experiences, relationships, and knick-knacks like they were going out of style. But the struggle? It’s so last season. Now, I’m all about flowing with the current. Think of water and pebbles; water doesn’t throw a tantrum when it meets a rock—it just shimmy-shakes around it. And that, my friends, is my new addiction.

I used to worry about the naysayers, the ones who’d whisper, “Gosh, she gives up too easily,” or “Why isn’t she fighting harder?” But now? I just flash them my pearly whites. They’re on their own path, and mine is a river cruise of joy.

Critics? They’re probably just jelly because they haven’t discovered their own flow yet. But hey, that’s okay! I’m here to show that life can be a breeze if you just ride the waves. When I’m surfing the tide of happiness, I hang ten; when I’m not, I bail. And it’s all good.

By living this way, I’m not just a happy camper—I’m a happy glamper. And those around me? They’re not green with envy; they’re ready to jump on my inflatable raft of contentment.
So, here’s the deal: while it’s noble to sprinkle happiness on others, it’s crucial to fill your own cup first. You can’t pour from an empty vessel, right? And sure, chasing your bliss might ruffle some feathers, but sometimes, that’s the lesson they need.

Cultivating an adaptable mindset is like learning a new dance—you might step on a few toes at first, but with practice, you’ll be gliding across the dance floor of life with ease. Here are some practical tips and exercises to help you become more like water—flexible, resilient, and ever-flowing:

1. The Pebble Meditation

  • Find a small pebble (or a crystal!) and hold it in your hand.
  • Imagine this pebble is an obstacle in your life.
  • Now, close your eyes and visualize a stream of water flowing around the pebble effortlessly.
  • Reflect on how you can apply this fluidity to your own challenges.

2. The ‘Yes, And…’ Exercise

  • Next time you’re conversing with someone, practice the improvisational technique of “Yes, And…”
  • Instead of resisting or negating what the other person says, build upon it.
  • This encourages open-mindedness and adaptability in thinking.

3. The Change-Your-Route Challenge

  • For one week, change something about your daily routine.
  • Take a different path to work, try a new coffee shop, or even rearrange your furniture.
  • Notice how these changes make you feel and what new perspectives they bring.

4. The Comfort Zone Expansion

  • Make a list of things that slightly scare you but you’re curious about.
  • Commit to trying one new thing from your list each month.
  • It could be as simple as striking up a conversation with a stranger or as daring as skydiving.

5. The Reflection Ritual

  • At the end of each day, take a moment to reflect on what went well and what didn’t.
  • Ask yourself, “How did I adapt to unexpected situations today?”
  • Celebrate your successes and consider how you can improve your adaptability tomorrow.

6. The Mindful Moment

  • Several times a day, pause for a mindful moment.
  • Take a deep breath, observe your surroundings, and acknowledge your thoughts and feelings without judgment.
  • This practice helps you stay centered and ready to flow with whatever comes your way.


In the end, if you’re not following your heart, you’re not just shortchanging yourself; you’re denying the world the gift of your full, radiant self; the gift of learning something deeper, purer. And trust me, the world needs more of that enlightening shine.


So, let’s raise our glasses (filled to the brim, of course) to living like water—effortless, adaptable, and utterly refreshing. Here’s to the flow!

The Double Standard of Forgiveness: Family Dynamics

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As time marches on, I find myself enveloped in the complexities of adult hypocrisy. It’s a thick fog that seems to cloud judgment and warp reality to suit one’s own narrative. Growing older has peeled back the curtain to reveal a truth that’s both liberating and unsettling: adults don’t always hold the answers. They, too, are improvising through life’s unpredictable script, their actions becoming more transparent and unapologetic with age.

This realization hits hardest when I consider the relationship I had with my father—a relationship marred by the tainted perspectives handed down by the very adults who claimed to guide me. They warned me of his flaws, painting a picture of a man I should guard my heart against. Yet, as the years stack up, I see that those same adults were guilty of similar, if not identical, transgressions.

The struggle I face isn’t with the loss of my father or the strained ties that bound us. Such narratives are not unique in the tapestry of human experience. My battle lies in the newfound knowledge that my mother’s side of the family, once perceived as the bastion of virtue, was equally flawed. They committed the same mistakes they implored me to neither forgive nor forget in my father.

The judgment, the half-truths, and the outright omissions of fact—it’s a mire of deceit that begs the question: How could they stand so firmly in their righteousness while casting my father as the perennial villain? He was condemned for his humanity, for his errors, and when he stumbled, there was no hand to help him up. We broke him, collectively and remorselessly, without a backward glance.

In this reflection, I grapple not with forgiveness but with understanding. The double standard of absolving a mother while vilifying a father speaks volumes about the selective nature of our grace. It’s a poignant reminder that in the end, we are all fallible beings, navigating the murky waters of life’s choices and consequences.

Is there a simmering anger within me? Undoubtedly, yes. For 37 years, I navigated life under the impression that my father was a man to be scorned, when in truth, he was merely human. The narrative I was fed—that his errors were unforgivable—shaped me into who I am today. Now, I can’t help but ponder if I might have been different without that influence.

Life’s rich tapestry, observed through the actions of others and the wisdom gleaned from countless books, has broadened my understanding of the human condition. Yet, the lens through which I view life and people has been irrevocably colored by the strife between my mother and father.

I believe he’s out there, somewhere, with a newfound comprehension of my thoughts and emotions—a connection we lacked in life. And in this belief, I find peace, knowing he’s aware of my forgiveness. After all, what I once thought needed absolution was nothing more than the ordinary failings of a man.

As I forge my path, I carry with me the lessons of this dichotomy, hoping to break the cycle of hypocrisy for the generations to come. It’s a journey toward a more compassionate and equitable understanding of forgiveness, where the scales of judgment are balanced, and every soul is given the chance to rise from their missteps.

The Plight of the Turtle and the Irony of Human Haste

~ Natal Galvan

In the grand theater of life’s absurdities, there’s a darkly comedic act that plays out on our roads each year. It’s turtle season, and these shelled pedestrians are making their perilous pilgrimage from Point A to Point B. Yet, as they brave the asphalt gauntlet, humanity’s metal chariots rarely yield.

Two mornings ago, I became an unwitting actor in this tragicomedy. There I was, driving to work, when the pickup ahead performed a vehicular pirouette to avoid a tiny turtle. The driver’s near-death dance with destiny was impressive, but not enough to inspire a stop. No, that task fell to me.

I pulled over, my heart a mix of altruism and annoyance. The turtle, a bewildered traveler, had reversed course, perhaps realizing the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the road. As I cradled the creature, I pondered its thoughts. Was I a predator? A giant set to dine on turtle soup? Or just another incomprehensible giant?

Traffic continued to flow like a river around a pebble – me, the pebble, and the turtle, an afterthought. I ferried my new friend to safety, receiving what I fancied as a grateful glance. It’s funny how two minutes of halted human hustle can feel like an eternity.

This episode is a microcosm of our collective sprint through life. We dash and dart, often without purpose, racing towards the next red light, the next checkout line, the next complaint. We’re so fixated on the finish line that we trample over life’s little wonders – and sometimes, over each other.

It’s a peculiar paradox: in our rush to live, we forget to savor life. We overlook the small acts of kindness that could make our journeys meaningful. We ignore the turtles of the world, both literal and metaphorical, in our blind pursuit of… what, exactly?

Perhaps it’s time to slow down, to recognize that not all obstacles are impediments but invitations to pause, reflect, and maybe – just maybe – help a turtle cross the road. Because if we can’t stop for a creature so small, what hope do we have of stopping for each other?

So, here’s to the turtles and the lessons they carry on their backs: slow and steady might not win the race, but it sure makes the journey more humane. And who knows? In the end, we might just thank them for reminding us to take a breath, look around, and appreciate the world we’re all just passing through.