• March 4th, 2025

    Day of the Week 🗓️: Tuesday

    Weather 🌡️: Spring is Breaking Through!!!

    Moon Phase 🌙 : Waxing Crescent 

    Holiday 🎇: Fat Tuesday

    On This Day 🗺️: In 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt is inaugurated as the 32nd US President, pledges to pull the US out of the Depression, stating in his inaugural address “that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. (Fact taken from https://www.onthisday.com/)


    Funnily enough Trump’s tariffs are effective today as the plummeting stock market reflects.

    How To Bathe In The Sun: A Simple Guide For Bipedals, The Four-Legged, And Photosynthesizers Alike.

    1. Simply, rise. Open your eyes.
    2. Say in your head, “Give us this day our daily bread“.
    3. Rinse and repeat. You are safe. You are complete.

    Instruction, poem, recipe, ritual, prayer, mantra, practice, you decide. Labels truly suck, abolish your limits.


    Instruction, poem, recipe, ritual, prayer, mantra, and practice written on March 4th, 2025.

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    I love you for all time.

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  • The Note I Leave Behind Would Go A Lil’ Something Like This!

    Each person, at night, must confront themselves in the mirror each and every time they rip off their face. My face…shit , you’d have to peal off each and every single layer like sticky notes. What I got to say probably would fit on a sticky note. A simple proverb: VAYA CON DIOS!

    (An explanation point proves it wasn’t all too bad!)

    Writing is the reflection.


    The Warmth of Being Known

    The Warmth of Being Know

    Is far hotter than all the stars combined

    The Warmth of Being Known

    Is far brighter than any star could shine

    The Warmth of being Know

    Will outlive the stars even after they die

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will dry my tears when I cry

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will hug the biggest of whales to the smallest of flies

    The Warmth of being Known

    Will be my beacon for when it’s time to tell the world goodbye

    God is the One who knows me

    And will be my light, for all Time!


    (This isn’t a cry for help by the way. If I couldn’t do this, I would have walked away a long time ago. Guess I’m not done being a tortured artist just yet. Hell, it makes me a better writer.)

    -Sunshine

    P.S I love you all, again, by the way!

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