Author: Rosemary Brumett
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Borrowing Their Eyes
Raising a teenager has its challenges, but sometimes all it takes is seeing the world through their eyes. A trip to the U.S. Air Force Museum reminded me what can happen when we pay attention to what makes someone come alive.
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Apparently Healing Isnât a Graduation Ceremony
I was fully expecting a graduation ceremony after all this healing work. Turns out there is no diploma, no gold star, and no official announcement that you’ve finally arrived. There is, however, coffee on the porch, a judgmental cat, and the surprising discovery that nothing collapses when you take an afternoon off.
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The Day the Horses Chose Freedom
What started as a quiet morning by the river in Amish country turned into helping two loose horses find their way homeâand a reminder that even small acts can make a difference.
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Apparently, School Buses Are Easy to Miss
A siren, a windstorm, and a story that should have made sense. Until I found myself asking the only question that mattered â how do you back into a big yellow school bus?
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Chaos, Car Keys, and Clarity
Sometimes itâs not one big moment â itâs the slow stacking of small things that finally brings clarity. This week was a lesson in friction, boundaries, and learning when âgood workâ isnât enough to outweigh the experience.
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Because of Course It Did
We had a plan. The weather didnât agree. Somewhere between snow, a dented fender, and a hidden pair of boots, something shifted.
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Perfect Human â Failed
Imperfect Human â Nailed ItI didnât get it right the first time. I hesitated, stayed quiet, and let fear make the call. But somewhere in the unraveling, I found my way backâand thatâs where it finally mattered.
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This Counts
I recently realized Iâve been meditating my entire life â just not in a way anyone would have recognized. A quiet realization about walking, mountains, wandering thoughts, and discovering that meditation might simply be the moment when nothing needs fixing.
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Clearing Space, Making Space (Without Setting the House on Fire)
Itâs easy to talk about peace and alignment until they mess with your spreadsheet. Letting a client go wasnât dramatic. It was a quiet realization about friction, capacity, and what becomes possible when you stop rushing to fill the space.
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Between One Moment and the Next
Sometimes the universe changes your route so you can be present with someone in the moment everything falls apart. We werenât meant to be on that road, but we were meant to be there â a simple detour led us to a young soldier caught in the confusion between one moment of life and the…
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Snow Fez Hats and Forgotten Phones
I forgot my phone. The snow danced across the road like glitter. Deer played âFroggerâ. And for once, the world didnât ask me to do anything at all.
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Sidecars, School Buses and Secret Compassion
An afternoon ride, a school bus stop, and a moment of unseen compassion. Sometimes Spirit sends its helpers in sidecarsâlaughing, joyful, and ready to pour love where itâs needed most. You might not see them, but youâll feel the ripple when they pass by.
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My Heart Dropped Faster Than My Kickstand
It wasn’t how I planned to end the season — a slip, a bent fender, a bruised ego. But Spirit had other ideas about endings, and maybe even about beginnings.
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Spirit School & the Case of the Frizzed-Out Aura
Because enlightenment sometimes comes with static cling.
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A Wasp, a Motorcycle, and One Very Dramatic Medium
Spirit sent a wasp once. We’re on speaking terms again.
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An Unexpected Passenger
I thought it was just another ride. Turns out, an unexpected passenger had other plans â and they brought their own soundtrack.










