Day

Sometimes the day doesn’t arrive all at once.

It slips in quietly—through the edge of a curtain, the hum of something ordinary, the pause between thoughts.

I used to think I had to meet the day with intention, with purpose, with something to prove.

Now I’m learning to just notice it instead.

The way light rests on a surface.

The way a moment passes without asking anything from me.

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe some days aren’t meant to be built or fixed or understood.

Maybe they’re just meant to be witnessed.

-Mandy Ricks

Today

For the first time in decades
I sit in my house, empty, alone.
It feels okay.
No distracting chatter,
or thoughts.
Just quiet.
Who’d have known this peace
would finally arrive today
of all days.

-Mandy Ricks

I am Now

I walked through fire, let it sting,

felt the loss of everything.

Ghosts still whisper, scratch my skin,

but I won’t let them pull me in.

Blade of doubt against my throat,

I wear the scars, but still I float.

No savior comes, no hand to hold,

just me—alone, but fierce and bold.

I carve my name in silent stone,

a war-born soul, a heart my own.

No chains, no gods, no need to bow—

I am enough. I am now.

Waiting

It’s that waiting time of year, that pause between seasons when waiting becomes the overwhelming feeling.

But we all need pauses times to prepare for what’s next. Moments of pause to refresh our thoughts, reorganize our priorities, visit our goals, and reconnect to our dreams. Above all, never let go of those dreams. -Mandy Ricks

Magic days

The trees droop laden with the innocence of snow. Footprints lead the way to somewhere you want to go. While the season chills us we still wander through magic days. Enjoy. -Mandy Ricks