AJ Gabriel
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A Night in Stroke Care: Stability, Deterioration, and Reality
There are nights in the hospital that pass quietly, almost unnoticed… and then there are nights…
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From Barangay Gossip to Viral Posts
While scrolling through my iPad one evening, moving absentmindedly from one post to another, I noticed…
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Finding Home in Small Corners
I’m sitting here with a warm cup of coffee beside me as I write this. Some…
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The World Outside, and the Life We Continue to Live
This week felt heavier than usual—not necessarily because of anything dramatic in my personal life, but…
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Sunday Slow Diary: The Kind of Week That Asks You to Stay Still
Before you continue reading, I want you to pause for a moment. How was your week—really?…
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Closure I Gave Myself
Before you read this, I want you to pause for a moment. Find a song—something gentle,…
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THE GOOD NURSE
I still remember the smell of antiseptic mixed with humid afternoon air, the kind that clings…
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Before the Flowers Wilted
We celebrated a little early this year. A pre-Valentine’s date at The Pasture, which has quietly…
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On Letting Go of Control
There’s a different kind of quiet on Sundays. Not the dramatic silence after chaos, but the…
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Before the Phone Rings
The coffee had already gone lukewarm by the time I noticed it. I was sitting in…
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Intention over accumulation
Lately, I’ve noticed a quiet shift in how my interests show up in my life—not in…
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SUNDAY SLOW DIARY: HUMILITY
Sunday always arrives without asking for much. It doesn’t demand productivity or proof. It just shows…
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What Time Teaches Us
Before reading this post, please listen to Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran. Let it…
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Sunday Slow Diary
Sundays arrive without urgency. They don’t knock loudly or demand productivity. They simply sit beside me,…
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Review | Pasture Birmingham — A Birthday Worth Remembering
Pasture Birmingham January 13 was one of those days that asked to be marked properly—not loudly,…
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A Winter Team Experience Worth Remembering
Primal Mastery Last week, in the middle of winter—when the cold cuts sharper and the wind…
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On Leading
Before you begin reading, I invite you to do one small thing: play Hall of Fame…
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Jan 13- A Love Letter, Continued
If my first entry of the year was a love letter to myself—written with honesty, boundaries,…
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Living Between
I don’t think about time as something that moves forward in a neat, obedient line. For…
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CAREN
There are years that don’t arrive gently. They come in heavy, unannounced waves—asking more than they…
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January 1, A Love Letter Begins
What are your biggest challenges? I did not arrive at this year unprepared. The work began…
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Kai Montinola: When Presence Speaks Louder Than Platforms
Kai Montinola There are moments when the noise around a person fades — when pages go…
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2025 RECAP
The year entered like a soft knock on the door—no dramatic shift of light, no loud…
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November 2025 recap
November arrived quietly, wrapping the days in cold air and early sunsets. I entered the month…
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A Christmas with My Mom
There are seasons in life that shimmer differently—not because of decoration or temperature, but because of…
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