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 |
True story. My brother-in-law and his wife decided to spend a long, romantic weekend in the mountains. Cozy cabin, fresh air, quiet nights. Honestly, it sounded like a perfect escape. The first evening went just fine. They unpacked the car, settled in, and were winding down when they heard a strange noise outside. Not wind. Something heavy. They looked out the window—and there it was. A very large bear was climbing into their car. The doors weren’t locked. With a surprising amount of confidence, the bear opened one, climbed inside, and began investigating like it had every right to be there. Looking for snacks, maybe. Or just curiosity. Inside the cabin, panic set in. They stood frozen, watching through the window, hearts racing, certain the car was about to be destroyed. Leather seats shredded. Dashboard torn apart. The whole thing reduced to an expensive pile of regret. There was nothing to do but wait. After a few long minutes, the bear seemed disappointed by the lack of reward. It climbed back out, shut the door. Then the big bear wandered off into the darkness as if this were all part of its normal evening routine. The car was untouched. Not a scratch. Not a tear. No damage at all. Romantic weekend? Maybe not exactly as planned. But unforgettable? Absolutely. And to this day, every time the story comes up, there’s the same warning ending: lock the car… especially in bear country. |