love letters
are folded fragments of the heart
each word a fingertip
tracing what couldn’t be spoken aloud
they carry the ache of pauses
the space between what was felt
and what was dared to be written
some were sent
others tucked away
their paper yellowing in drawers
their ink fading like memory
yet still holding the hush
of almost-forevers
what remains is not the letter
but the ache of knowing
it once lived in someone’s hands
and never quite reached mine
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Glimmer
a glimmer
not just light
but the soft unrest
of something unspoken
trembling at the edges
your eyes don’t shine
they carry
the way dusk carries
the last warmth of the sun
the way silence holds
a heartbeat
before the music begins
there’s a language there
older than words
a quiet gravity
pulling meaning
from every glance
sometimes
it feels like the stars
borrow their fire
from you
but only for a moment
before it returns
to settle in your gaze
Awaken
morning gathers gently
on the curve of white petals
dew clings like secrets
whispered in the hush of dawn
each droplet holds the sky
a fragile universe
dissolving in the sun
yet for this moment
it belongs only to the petal
to the hush of early light
to the beauty that asks for nothing
but to be seen
Time matters
We often live as if we have all the time in the world. We put things off , the trip, the conversation, the quiet morning to ourselves, believing there will always be a better time, a later time, a right time.
But the truth is that our time is not endless. Days blur into weeks. Moments we thought we’d hold onto forever slip quietly through our fingers. We don’t always notice how fast it’s moving… until it’s already gone.
This isn’t meant to be heavy, it’s meant to wake us up.
Because what we do with our time is our life. So don’t wait to say what you mean. Don’t keep your joy on hold. Be present. Be kind. Be awake to the beauty of ordinary moments.
We don’t regret the time we gave, we regret the time we thought we had.
Live like time matters, because it does.
Saturday Sunrise
There’s something magical about watching the sunrise. It’s a quiet reminder that no matter what the day before held, today is full of new colors—each one unique and fleeting, waiting to be embraced. The air is crisp, the world still, and everything feels possible.
With each passing minute, the sky deepens into richer hues, a gentle promise that today holds beauty in every moment if we’re willing to see it.
So, as you step into today, embrace the colors it brings—whether they’re bold and bright or soft and subtle. It’s a reminder that each day is a gift, full of beauty and opportunity.
Much love
Jennifer ❤️
15 years
Fifteen years. It feels surreal even typing that.
When I first hit “publish” on this blog, I had no idea where it would take me. Back then, blogging was still finding its voice, and so was I. What started as a small digital space to share thoughts and snippets of life has now grown into something much deeper: a record of my evolution, a community of like-minded souls, and a creative outlet that has weathered every season of life.
Over the years, this blog has been through many phases, much like me. I’ve written about everything from love and life to grief and loss, sharing the ups, the downs, and everything in between.
There were times when the words flowed easily and times when I wondered if I had anything left to say. But here we are, still showing up. Still writing.
To every reader who has stopped by, left a comment, shared a post, or just quietly read along, thank you. Your presence has made this space feel alive and worth returning to again and again.
So, what’s next? Honestly? I’m not sure. But I know this: as long as I have words to share, this space will be here. It may change and evolve (like all good things do), but the heart of it remains the same.
Here’s to the next chapter, and to everyone who’s been part of the story so far.
Much love,
Jennifer ❤️
Ink of you
you are the chapter
I always return to
the page folded down
soft at the corner
worn from all the times
I needed to feel you again
in the book of my life
you are the part that breathes
where the words slow down
and the world feels
like it might be enough
the ink of you lingers
not bold or loud
just steady and true
I could turn a thousand pages
wander through whole volumes
but still
I keep your place marked
because even if the story continues
even if the plot twists
you are the chapter
that taught me
how to feel the words
Revealed
a black and white photograph
a silhouette caught between
absence and presence
edges blur and sharpen in contrast
light folding into shadow like a secret
there is no color here
only the weight of shape
the breath held in the space
between black and white
a story told without words
where everything is both
hidden and revealed
and a stillness that speaks
louder than light
Happy 4th (to those who celebrate)
As fireworks light the sky and flags wave high, July 4th reminds us of our shared story, one rooted in freedom, hope, and unity. But beyond the celebrations, this day offers a chance to remember what truly binds us: love.
Love for our country means love for each other. It’s in the small moments, neighbors lending a hand, strangers showing kindness, and communities standing together. On this day of independence, we honor not just our past, but our present ability to care, connect, and build a better future together.
So let’s celebrate with joy, but also with purpose. Let this July 4th be more than a holiday. Let it be a reminder that the strongest kind of patriotism is grounded in compassion and that the true heart of America beats loudest when we come together with love.
Happy Fourth of July.
All my love ❤️
Jennifer
Unfinished
the pages of life
are soft with use
edges worn by time
lines faded by laughter and tears
some chapters arrive in color
full of sunlight and song
others come quiet
stitched with shadows
we do not choose every line
but we carry the ink
writing in hope
and in heartbreak
and still
the pages turn
one by one teaching us
that even the unfinished
is still worth reading
The Creative Chic 