AJ Gabriel
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Anj-plugged at 35
There’s something tender about birthdays when you’re no longer counting down with excitement but counting back…
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Sips & Stillness
There’s something unexpectedly beautiful about a slow Tuesday that blooms into laughter, dessert, and little things…
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A Birthday Basket of Whimsy & Warmth
This year, my birthday didn’t begin with candles or confetti. There were no fancy hotel stays…
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A Sunday for Returning to Myself
This week was not about catching up.It was about coming back — to myself, to my…
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A Birthday Story Unfolding in Worcester
It was supposed to be structured, themed, magical—with reflections tied neatly to symbols from a world…
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Wrapping Up June 2025
JUNE I blinked and somehow—it’s already the end of June. I know I haven’t been as…
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A Walk to Breathe Again | Carding Mill Valley
I woke up that morning with a light kind of excitement—like the kind you feel when…
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A Sunday for Stillness
This week, the world asked nothing of me — and I, for once, didn’t argue. There…
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The Process of Becoming
A quiet reflection on what it means to be in the middle of growth—still unfolding, not…
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A Morning of Quiet Knowing
There’s a difference, I think, between watching something and letting it change you. This morning changed…
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DECLUTTERING 2025- COMING HOME
Coming Home, Relearning Stillness, and Letting the Ordinary Teach Me Again Coming home after a long…
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What We Carried to the Cemetery
Because here’s something I’ve come to understand: we don’t stop talking to those we’ve lost. We…
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Third Sundays and the Sacred Pause
There’s a strange comfort I’ve found in writing to myself on Sundays. Not the version of…
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Gatwick & Chill (Kind Of)
We arrived at Gatwick Airport just past 10 in the morning—early enough to sidestep the chaos…
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St Pancras and the Art of Slowing Down
We’ve checked into a quiet hotel near the airport tonight—nothing fancy, just a clean room with…
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The Journey Begins in a Nando’s Toilet Stall
It’s a funny place to begin a travel journal—inside a toilet stall at a Nando’s, halfway…
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Don’t sweep the floor..
Superstitions, Grief, and the Fear of What Comes Next During Hans’ wake, something small happened that…







