When I was a child, I rode a blue bike 
the kind that held freedom in its wheels.
I still have a picture of it, frozen in time.
Funny how all my bikes were always blue… 
until now.
Now I have a bright yellow one,

like a little piece of sunshine
waiting for me.
I’ve been thinking about riding again—
feeling the wind,
chasing that old, natural high,
and meeting my inner child somewhere down the road.
I wasn’t always gentle back then.
There’s a memory that still lingers—
I had a boy lie down
so I could try to jump over him on my bike.
I don’t know what I was thinking,
just a wild spark of “maybe I can.”
I didn’t understand the weight of it then,
but I do now.
And I carry that memory with more compassion—
for him, and for the girl I used to be.
The things I treasure most now
aren’t things at all, really—
they’re doorways. 
My tarot decks, my books, my art supplies…
they’ve become sacred tools,
guiding me inward.
I’ve been walking through shadow and light,
tending to my inner child,
learning how to listen.
Yesterday, I pulled a reading
that felt like a quiet promise—
new beginnings, hope, a soft unfolding.
One card shimmered differently,
like it was meant just for me.
My hypnotherapist once described
a white pearl of light around me,
glowing like 
and somehow, it all connected.
Spirit has a way of whispering in patterns.
It reminded me to keep shining,
to trust the light within me.
And for a moment,
I felt whole—
balanced between darkness and light,
held and seen.
If I were an animal,
I feel a lioness lives within me—
strong, protective, a little wild.
But there’s a softness too…
a loyal, gentle presence like a dog.
Maybe I am both—
strength and kindness,
fire and warmth.
And something simple, like rice—
I’ve always loved jasmine,
though I was raised on long grain.
Now I’m exploring, trying new kinds,
letting even the smallest things
become part of the journey.
And the thing is is that it took me a long time to write this and this was from a while ago, but I figured it was OK to post it still. I do a lot of this where I’ll start a post and then I just won’t finish. lol 
—Jeannie 