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Whispers, warmth, and the things that could make life glow. |
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Welcome to My Private Whispers and Light Blog Some places we create just for breathing — quiet corners where our thoughts settle, our hearts speak, and the small, bright things in life finally get a voice. This is mine. Here, I’m gathering the pieces that make my world feel warm and whole: • the love of my life and my family • art in every color and every form • photos, quotes, and little scribbles that catch me at the soul • Bible verses that steady me • daydreams, hopes, and the questions that keep me curious • wolves, birds, cats, and the creatures I’ve loved since childhood • podcasts I adore, memes that make me wheeze • and the writing that threads it all together ✍🏻 I’ve carried these whispers for a long time — tucked into journals, hidden in drafts, scattered across platforms. Now they finally have a home. If you’ve wandered in, welcome. Maybe you came for a poem, a thought, a spark… or maybe curiosity just nudged you here. Whatever the reason, I’m glad you stopped for a moment. I hope something in this little corner lifts you, warms you, or at least makes you smile. And if not… well, at least you’ll get to wonder why on earth you’re reading this jumble of thoughts and ideas. 🤣 Either way, the door’s open. Let’s see where the light leads. Always kind wishes, Tee |
This Year Is Ending Looking Back, Looking Forward As this year draws to a close, I find myself slowing down and looking back over the months behind me. It has been a year of writing, learning, remembering, and growing in ways I did not always expect. When I look back, I think about all the words I wrote this year and how much I learned simply by continuing to share my work. Each piece taught me something new, not just about writing, but about myself. Along the way, I made so many new friends and acquaintances. Their encouragement, kindness, and shared creativity added unexpected joy to my days and reminded me that writing is never meant to be a solitary journey. This year also carried the pain of loss. There were mornings when grief felt close and memories stirred emotions I thought had settled. Yet even in those moments, I found comfort in remembering days gone by. Those treasured memories became a quiet gift, reminding me that love does not disappear, it simply changes form. Above all, I am deeply thankful. Thankful for my family, my friends, and the steady love that surrounded me throughout the year. I am especially grateful to God for saving my husband’s life. After days in intensive care, fighting a dangerous blood clot, he was given back to us. Today he is living his full, beautiful life, and that is a blessing I will never take for granted. Looking ahead, I step into the coming year with hope and intention. I plan to continue writing and to keep moving forward on the projects that matter most to me. One of my goals is to complete the next book in the Soulwalker Saga, a story that continues to grow alongside me. The year ahead will also bring new beginnings behind the scenes. I look forward to finalizing details with a new literary agent and finishing a website that I will be excited to share when the time is right. I hope to spend a little more time at the beach condo as well. I never grow tired of the ocean, its calm, its rhythm, and the peace it brings. There are also plans to settle on a direction for our new home in Georgia, finding a design that complements the beauty of the river view. I will continue editing my rom-com projects, reviewing on Writing.com, and encouraging fellow writers whenever I can. Supporting others on their creative paths has become one of the most meaningful parts of my writing life. Most importantly, I want to live a life that honors God and reflects His love. As I move into the new year, my hope is to encourage other Christians through both my words and my actions, offering kindness, grace, and encouragement wherever possible. This year is ending, but its lessons and blessings remain. I step forward grateful for what has been and hopeful for what is still to come. My prayer to close: Dear Father God, As this year comes to a close, I thank You for every lesson, every moment of grace, and every expression of love that carried me through. Please grant peace to my heart, comfort me in moments of grief, and give me renewed hope as I step into the year ahead. Help me to share kindness freely, to love generously, and to walk with compassion in all that I do. Guide my words, my work, and my choices so they honor You. May the coming year be shaped by faith, patience, and understanding, and may Your light continue to shine through my life and into the lives of others. Amen. And to all I wish you a safe, peaceful, healthy, and very HAPPY NEW YEAR!  |
The Reflection in the Rain —by Tee M. She sat quietly, her hands folded, her gaze fixed on the window where raindrops traced silver rivers down the glass. Outside, the storm raged, thunder rolling like the voice of an old god, lightning splitting the sky with unrelenting fire. But it wasn’t the storm that held her. It was what stared back at her. Through the veil of rain, her reflection appeared—yet not entirely her own. A face emerged, ghostly and softened by the storm’s blur, eyes searching, lips unspoken. Was it simply the play of shadow and storm light? Or was it something more—the echo of herself that she kept hidden, the soul she only met in moments of solitude? In that instant, she wondered: Was she looking out into the storm, or was the storm looking back into her? Perhaps the truth is this: when the world outside grows wild, the mirror within begins to speak. And in the silence between the thunder, she realized the reflection was not a stranger at all. It was her truest self, waiting patiently for her to see it. Sometimes, it takes a storm to recognize who you are and to hear the voice of your own reflection.  |
A Dream for a Kinder World Sometimes I find myself lost in a dream—one painted in cosmic colors and glowing with hope. In this dream, the world is quiet—not from silence, but from peace. There is no shouting, no cruelty, no division. Just people… truly seeing one another. In this dream, every heart is open. No one is judged for how they look, who they love, or where they come from. Kindness is not a random act—it’s the way of life. People lift each other up without asking why. They listen with their whole souls. Hate? It has faded into myth, like a shadow that once was, but no longer is. The sky is violet with unity, and every star is a wish granted—love without conditions, care without expectation, peace without price. I wonder what the world would be like if we all believed in this dream—if we stopped feeding fear and started watering compassion. If we replaced arguments with understanding. If we paused before judging, and leaned into love instead. Yes, it’s just a dream… But maybe, if we all dreamed it together— it could become our reality. Please. Be kind to one another. Perhaps you will be the light in someone’s life, today. Kind wishes to you all. —Tee M.  |
🎵 The Find You Train — Tee M. (Guitar intro — soft fingerpicking) ** Image ID # Unavailable ** Verse 1 From this train, I’ve been chasing the sound so long, the steel hum of the rails beneath me, the steady heartbeat of distance in a song. Every bend in the track, feels like it might reveal you there— standing in the fog, as though no time has touched your hair. But the mist folds back, and hides what I thought I knew… Chorus Still… as long as the rails keep singing, I’ll keep traveling on. And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon— I will find you, maybe on the train, maybe on the train. Verse 2 The train speaks in its own language— the low rumble of the track, the hollow cry of the whistle pulls my heart right back. It tells me stories I already know, but I still ache to hear your name. I don’t know where this road will end, maybe that’s why I came. The truth is, it’s not the end I seek— it’s the memories calling me through… Chorus Still… as long as the rails keep singing, I’ll keep traveling on. And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon— I will find you, maybe on the train, maybe on the train. (Guitar outro — slow fade, lingering notes like a train fading into the distance) With bridge⸻ 🎵 The Find You Train — Tee M. (Guitar intro — soft fingerpicking, train-like rhythm in the bass notes) Verse 1 From this train, I’ve been chasing the sound so long, the steel hum of the rails beneath me, the steady heartbeat of distance in a song. Every bend in the track, feels like it might reveal you there— standing in the fog, as though no time has touched your hair. But the mist folds back, and hides what I thought I knew… Chorus Still… as long as the rails keep singing, I’ll keep traveling on. And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon— I will find you, maybe on the train, maybe on the train. Verse 2 The train speaks in its own language— the low rumble of the track, the hollow cry of the whistle pulls my heart right back. It tells me stories I already know, but I still ache to hear your name. I don’t know where this road will end, maybe that’s why I came. The truth is, it’s not the end I seek— it’s the memories calling me through… Bridge (soft, then building) And if the night grows colder, and the fog rolls in too deep, I’ll hold the sound of your laughter like a promise I can keep. Every mile pulls me closer, though I don’t know where or when— I believe in the rails, they’ll bring me back again… Final Chorus (full, with emotional lift) Still… as long as the rails keep singing, I’ll keep traveling on. And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon— I will find you, maybe on the train, maybe on the train. (Guitar outro — slow fade, last notes ringing like a whistle disappearing into the mist) ⸻ Thoughts to go with: performance note so a guitarist/singer can capture the feeling of The Find You Train exactly ⸻ 🎼 Performance Notes – The Find You Train Tempo: • Moderate ballad pace (around 72–78 BPM) — slow enough to let each lyric breathe, but with a gentle forward motion like a train in the distance. Key & Feel: • Works beautifully in G major or D major for a warm, nostalgic tone. • Use a folk fingerpicking pattern in verses to keep it intimate, shifting to soft strums in the chorus for lift. Intro: • Guitar should mimic the rhythm of a train: steady alternating bass notes and soft higher strings. • Let the first two measures be instrumental before vocals enter, to “set the scene.” Verses: • Keep the delivery soft and conversational, almost like you’re telling a story to yourself. • Slightly draw out emotional words like fog, hair, and name to linger in the listener’s mind. • End each verse with a small pause before moving into the chorus, letting the words “breathe.” Chorus: • Transition from fingerpicking to gentle strumming to create lift. • Vocals should open up here — warmer, more hopeful. • Repeat “maybe on the train” with just a touch more volume the second time to emphasize longing. Bridge: • Start very soft — almost a whisper — then gradually build in volume and intensity, mirroring the feeling of a train drawing near. • Let the line “I believe in the rails” swell with emotion before resolving back into the final chorus. Final Chorus: • This should feel like a release — fuller guitar sound, richer vocal tone. • Lean into the sustained notes, letting them ring. • On the final “maybe on the train,” allow your voice to fade slightly, like a whistle disappearing into the mist. Outro: • Return to the fingerpicking pattern from the intro, letting the last chord ring out naturally. • Optional: softly mimic a train whistle on guitar harmonics or slide, then let silence fall. chord sheet for The Find You Train so it’s ready for a guitarist to pick up and play. I’ve kept it in G major for a warm, folky feel that works beautifully with a male voice. ⸻ 🎵 The Find You Train — Tee M. Key: G Major Tempo: 74 BPM (Moderate Ballad) Strumming: Fingerpick verses / Gentle Strum chorus ⸻ Intro (fingerpicking) G | Cadd9 | G | D ⸻ Verse 1 (fingerpicking, storyteller tone) G Cadd9 From this train, I’ve been chasing the sound so long G D Steel hum of the rails beneath me, steady heartbeat in a song Em Cadd9 Every bend in the track feels like it might reveal you there G D Standing in the fog, as though no time has touched your hair Em Cadd9 But the mist folds back, hiding what I thought I knew ⸻ Chorus (gentle strum) G D Still… as long as the rails keep singing Em Cadd9 I’ll keep traveling on G D And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon Em Cadd9 I will find you, maybe on the train G D G Maybe… on the train ⸻ Verse 2 (fingerpicking again) G Cadd9 The train speaks in its own language, low rumble of the track G D The hollow cry of the whistle pulls my heart right back Em Cadd9 Tells me stories I already know, but I still ache to hear your name G D I don’t know where this road will end, maybe that’s why I came Em Cadd9 The truth is, it’s not the end I seek, it’s the memories calling me through ⸻ Bridge (start soft, build intensity) Am Em And if the night grows colder, and the fog rolls in too deep C G D I’ll hold the sound of your laughter like a promise I can keep Am Em Every mile pulls me closer, though I don’t know where or when C D I believe in the rails… they’ll bring me back again ⸻ Final Chorus (full strum, emotional lift) G D Still… as long as the rails keep singing Em Cadd9 I’ll keep traveling on G D And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon Em Cadd9 I will find you, maybe on the train G D G Maybe… on the train ⸻ Outro (fingerpick softly, fade out) G | Cadd9 | G | D | G ⸻ full play-through blueprint for The Find You Train: ⸻ 🎼 Performance Demo Guide — The Find You Train Key: G Major Tempo: 74 BPM (steady, train-like sway) Time Signature: 4/4 Vocal Range: Baritone/Tenor-friendly (low G to high D) ⸻ 🎸 Guitar Arrangement • Verses: Fingerpicking pattern — alternate bass note (root or 5th) with higher strings. Example for G: pluck 6th string → 4th string → 3rd → 2nd → 4th → 3rd → 2nd → 3rd. • Choruses: Gentle down-up strum with emphasis on downbeats, letting chords ring. • Bridge: Start fingerpicking for first two lines, gradually move into light strum to build emotion before the last chorus. ⸻ Full Demo Layout Intro (2 bars — fingerpicking) • Chords: G → Cadd9 → G → D • Let notes ring, soft and atmospheric. ⸻ Verse 1 (fingerpicking, storyteller tone) • Vocal dynamic: soft, intimate • Light bass emphasis on beat 1, gentle treble notes in between. ⸻ Chorus 1 (gentle strum, warmth opens up) • Keep strumming airy, almost like brushing the strings. • On “maybe on the train,” slow slightly for emphasis. ⸻ Verse 2 (return to fingerpicking) • Dynamic similar to Verse 1, but with slightly more vocal weight. • Convey longing — lean into words like “whistle,” “name,” and “memories.” ⸻ Bridge (dynamic build) • First 2 lines: soft fingerpicking, almost whispered delivery. • Line 3 (“Every mile pulls me closer”) — transition to light strum. • Final line (“They’ll bring me back again”) — strong emphasis, hold last chord. ⸻ Final Chorus (full strum, emotional lift) • Strum more fully but keep it open and resonant, not aggressive. • First “maybe on the train” — strong and confident. • Second “maybe on the train” — fade volume, soften, let the emotion carry. ⸻ Outro (fingerpick, fade out) • Repeat G → Cadd9 → G → D → G. • Last G chord: let it ring naturally until it fades like a train disappearing in the distance. ⸻ 🎯 Tip for Demo Recording: • Add faint train sounds in the background (a soft whistle before Verse 1, distant rumble under the outro). • Record vocals close-mic’d to give a personal, intimate storytelling feel. • Guitar tone: warm, woody, with a little reverb to create space. ===== lyric sheet with chord changes for The Find You Train, written in a way that any guitarist or studio player could follow — I’ve placed each chord exactly over the syllable where the change happens. ⸻ 🎵 The Find You Train — Tee M. Key: G Major — Tempo: 74 BPM — Time Signature: 4/4 ⸻ Intro (fingerpicking) G Cadd9 G D ⸻ Verse 1 (fingerpicking) G Cadd9 From this train, I’ve been chasing the sound so long G D The steel hum of the rails beneath me, steady heartbeat in a song Em Cadd9 Every bend in the track feels like it might reveal you there G D Standing in the fog, as though no time has touched your hair Em Cadd9 But the mist folds back, hiding what I thought I knew ⸻ Chorus 1 (gentle strum) G D Still… as long as the rails keep singing Em Cadd9 I’ll keep traveling on G D And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon Em Cadd9 I will find you, maybe on the train G D G Maybe… on the train ⸻ Verse 2 (fingerpicking) G Cadd9 The train speaks in its own language, low rumble of the track G D The hollow cry of the whistle pulls my heart right back Em Cadd9 Tells me stories I already know, but I still ache to hear your name G D I don’t know where this road will end, maybe that’s why I came Em Cadd9 The truth is, it’s not the end I seek, it’s the memories calling me through ⸻ Bridge (start soft, build) Am Em And if the night grows colder, and the fog rolls in too deep C G D I’ll hold the sound of your laughter like a promise I can keep Am Em Every mile pulls me closer, though I don’t know where or when C D I believe in the rails… they’ll bring me back again ⸻ Final Chorus (full strum) G D Still… as long as the rails keep singing Em Cadd9 I’ll keep traveling on G D And somewhere— between the echo and the horizon Em Cadd9 I will find you, maybe on the train G D G Maybe… on the train ⸻ Outro (fingerpicking, fade) G Cadd9 G D G ⸻ Call it stage- and studio-ready. ===   |
The Pause —by Tee M. For this time—she didn’t rush. No race, no clock, no call to hush. Just golden light on ocean wide, And breath that matched the turning tide. She sipped the sun from her quiet cup, Let silence fill and lift her up. The wind, a song through loosened hair, A whispered hymn, a healing prayer.! No deadlines pressed, no noise to flee— Just soul and sea in sweet decree. She closed her eyes, the moment near, And let the earth sing soft and clear. She remembered who she used to be, She heard the world in serenity. She belonged to now, to sky, to shore— And felt her spirit rise once more.  |
A Friend for Marta Marta had always believed her eyes were too big for the world. They saw everything. The tremble in a leaf before it fell. The shiver of light on a puddle. The way other kittens’ tails flicked just a little faster when she fluttered past on her butterfly wings. Her ears, wide and soft as petals, caught every sound, even the ones meant not to be heard. She lived in a quiet meadow at the edge of a garden where flowers grew in careful rows and the air smelled like warm dirt and sun. Butterflies liked it there. Birds sang from the fence. Bees hummed their busy songs. Marta loved it all. But she was lonely. Each morning, she perched on the smooth stone near the daisies and practiced smiling. Not a big smile. Not a nervous one. Just a gentle smile that said hello without asking too much. She lifted her wings carefully, so they would not flutter too loudly. “Good morning,” she whispered to the breeze. The breeze, unfortunately, did not answer. She tried talking to the butterflies first, because they looked a little like her. They were bright and light and always moving. “Would you like to sit with me?” Marta asked one afternoon, her voice soft as thistledown. The butterfly rested on her nose for a moment, tickling her whiskers, then lifted away without a word. Marta watched it go, her smile drooping just a bit. Maybe I said it wrong, she thought. She practiced again that night, speaking to the moon. “Hello. My name is Marta. I like watching clouds and collecting shiny pebbles. I would like to be your friend.” The moon listened kindly but remained very far away. The next day, Marta tried harder. She baked little treats from crushed berries and honey and set them out on a leaf. She arranged them just so, neat and welcoming. When no one came, she carefully wrapped them back up, pretending she had not hoped. Sometimes other animals passed through the meadow. Rabbits hopped by, pausing only long enough to stare at her wings. Birds tilted their heads, curious but cautious. A fox once stopped, admired her for a moment, and said, “You’re unusual,” before moving on. Unusual felt a lot like alone. That afternoon, Marta sat beneath the old apple tree, her wings folded tight against her back. She wondered if maybe she was doing friendship wrong. Maybe friends were something you were born knowing how to make. Maybe everyone else had been given a map. A small sound reached her ears. A sniffle. Then another. Marta’s ears turned toward it before she even thought to move. Behind the tree trunk sat a little hedgehog, no bigger than a teacup, tangled in a fallen apple blossom branch. One of the petals clung stubbornly to his spines. He looked very upset. Marta’s heart gave a soft, hopeful thump. She didn’t practice this time. She didn’t rehearse or plan. She simply stepped closer. “Are you hurt?” she asked. The hedgehog shook his head, sending petals drifting. “No,” he sniffed. “Just… stuck.” Marta crouched down, careful and gentle. Her wings brushed the air but did not lift her. Slowly, patiently, she helped untangle the branch, freeing each petal one by one. “There,” she said at last. “All better.” The hedgehog blinked up at her. “You didn’t laugh.” Marta tilted her head. “Why would I?” “Others do,” he said quietly. “They say I’m prickly.” Marta smiled, the real kind this time. “I think you’re brave.” The hedgehog considered this. “I’m Oliver,” he said. “I’m Marta.” They sat together under the apple tree. They did not rush. Marta learned that Oliver liked counting clouds and was afraid of loud noises. Oliver learned that Marta collected pebbles shaped like hearts and sometimes talked to the moon. When Oliver grew tired, Marta lifted her wings just enough to make shade. When Marta hesitated over her words, Oliver waited. The sun dipped lower. The meadow glowed gold. “I’ve never had a friend with wings,” Oliver said at last. “I’ve never had a friend who stays,” Marta replied, surprised by her own honesty. Oliver smiled. “I can stay.” And he did. Word travels quietly in meadows, but it does travel. A sparrow noticed Marta laughing. A rabbit saw her sharing berries. Soon, others paused longer. Asked questions. Sat nearby. Marta learned something important then. Friendship was not a performance. It was not practiced smiles or perfect words. It was noticing when someone needed help. It was staying. Her wings still fluttered. Her eyes were still big. Her ears still heard everything. But now, when she said hello, someone answered. And Marta no longer wondered if she belonged.  |
Christmas has always been a time centered on family and love, and this year has been no different. My daughter and her family are visiting, and in between the laughter and conversations, I’ve spent some quiet moments helping her edit her book. It’s been a special kind of togetherness, sharing creativity as well as time. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, we began our gift exchange. After cooking all day and enjoying a big turkey dinner, we were all happily worn out. Tomorrow will bring another shared meal and more time together, which is truly the best part of the season. One of the most meaningful moments today came when we looked through old photographs of loved ones who are no longer with us to celebrate. We talked about them, laughed over memories, and remembered the really good times we shared. I am deeply thankful for those memories. They remind me how much love continues, even when people are no longer physically present. Our family is spread out now, living in different states, and we don’t get together nearly as often as we once did. I miss those gatherings more than I can say. Times like this make me grateful for every moment we do have together. Merry Christmas, and may your season be filled with love, remembrance, and the comfort of those who matter most.  |
Christmas Eve I wish everyone a wonderful and happy Christmas  God Bless you all. |
| I have a house full of guests right now staying until after Christmas. So… Merry Christmas everyone! Stay safe and have a wonderful Christmas.  |
“True friendship is born from kindness and grows stronger with love.” — Tee M. 📖 Toby Storm and Chase: The Helpful Duo A Fairytale by Tee M. Once upon a time, in a quiet village surrounded by tall, whispering trees, there lived a boy named Toby Storm. Toby had eyes as blue as the summer sky and a heart full of wonder. He lived with his grandparents in a small cottage at the edge of the woods, where wildflowers grew freely and the air carried the scent of pine and rain. Toby loved to wander the forest paths, listening to birdsong and the soft rustle of leaves beneath his feet. One afternoon, while exploring deeper than usual, he heard a faint whimper coming from a shadowy cave. Curious and kind, Toby stepped inside and found a small golden puppy, trembling and hurt. The pup’s paw was scraped, and fear filled his eyes. But Toby’s gentle hands and soft voice soon calmed him. “Don’t worry,” Toby whispered. “I’ll take care of you.” Carefully, he carried the little pup home, where his grandparents helped clean and tend the wound. From that day on, the boy and the puppy were inseparable. Toby named him Chase, because wherever Toby went, Chase was sure to follow. They became more than friends. They became a team. Together, Toby and Chase discovered a shared purpose: helping others. Toby’s grandparents often spoke of kindness as the greatest gift one could give, and Toby took those words to heart. With Chase by his side, he visited the elderly throughout the village. Toby carried baskets of food, swept porches, and ran small errands, while Chase wagged his tail, offering comfort and joy. Lonely grandmothers found warmth in Chase’s cuddles. Tired grandfathers chuckled as the little pup tried to climb into their laps. And when Toby looked up at them with his bright blue eyes and cheerful smile, their homes no longer felt quite so quiet. Soon, people began calling them “the helpful duo.” Not because they did grand things, but because they brought light into the smallest places. Toby Storm, the boy with the big heart, and Chase, the puppy he had rescued, gave more than chores or company. They gave love, presence, and hope. Everywhere they went, Toby and Chase left behind little pieces of happiness: lighter steps, brighter smiles, and hearts that no longer felt alone. And even though they were still so young, their bond carried the weight of something timeless. Proof that true friendship, once found, can heal and grow stronger than anything else. ✨ Moral of the Story: True friendship begins with kindness. And when love is shared freely, even the smallest acts can bring the greatest joy.  |
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