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Radical Faith

Radical Faith By Annette Camp February 6, 2025
My faith is not justabout inner peace, but also about actively working to dismantle oppression and uplift marginalized voices. 
I have a responsibility to challenge injustice, advocate for the vulnerable and annihilate systems that harm people. 
My faith is lived out in action, not just emotion. I will provide comfort to the weary while confronting the systems that create suffering.
My faith is one that not only creates systems of caring, belonging and equity, but opposes injustice. 
My faith balances love and justice.It heals and disrupts.Builds and resists. Nurtures and challenges.
My faith is both constructive and disruptive.My faith is both gentle and fierce.

Facing Fear, Finding Strength

Facing Fear, Finding StrengthBy Annette CampJanuary 22, 2025
Make the decision to try despite fear,to face the unknown with trembling hands.Choose action over the pull of hesitation,even when your heart races and doubt lingers.
For each small step, each commitment to show upbecomes a thread woven in the fabric of courage.Confidence strengthens with each brave step.A reminder that fear doesn’t get the final say.
In the quiet moments of persistence,you discover things hidden deep within.Every choice to move forward builds a foundation,turning uncertainty into newfound strength.
The unknown becomes less daunting with time,as courage grows in the space of effort.Each act of trying transforms not just the outcome,but the belief in who you are becoming.

Sacred Doors

Sacred DoorsBy Annette CampJanuary 12, 2025
Boundaries are not walls.They are doors,opened with care.
They invite others in who see us, and honor usfor exactly who we are.
Love in its truest form.A promise to ourselves.
A quiet teaching to others.This is how I need to be treated, respected, and loved.
Yes, some will walk away.Let them.
No more sacrificing ourselves.No more giving from emptiness.No more bending so far, we break.No more yes when our gut says no.
Boundaries are not selfish.They are sacred.

The Real Gift Was Their Friendship

The Real Gift Was Their FriendshipBy Annette CampDecember 25, 2024
A small tree stood quietly in the corner,its white lights casting a soft glow.Green, red, and silver ornaments hung carefully.
Each one reflecting the stillness of Christmas Eve.A friend had placed it there,and quiet magic settled over its branches.
Crisp bills, green paper, tucked among the needles,hung as the ornaments gleamed.A quiet transformation of a tradition shared.
The little tree stood alive with abundance,its branches with an offering.A moment of gratitude for a friendship.
The tree had become more than decoration.It was a symbol—a reminder of generosity,of surprise and quiet miracles found in ordinary places.
Though money hung from its branches,the real gift was the way it made me feel:connected, amazed, and deeply aware of the moment.

Solstice's Quiet Call

Solstice's Quiet CallBy Annette CampDecember 21, 2024
Solstice arrives, not with fanfare, but with a whisper,and a blanket to drape across the world’s shoulders.She asks for our pause, our willingness to listen,to sit in the shadows of our own minds and hearts.
But we fight her gentle pull with distractions:the hum of consumerism, adult beverages, andthe glow of screens replacing starlight and faces.We flee inward not into ourselves, but into noise.
Yet winter waits, patient and unyielding,as Solstice whispers of quiet and rest.For in her silence is an invitation to mourn, to mend, to make peace with the passing year.
And when the light begins to slowly return,when the seed stirs deep in the frozen soil,we will rise, not hurried, but renewed andready to bloom beneath the sun's warmth.

The Writing of Our Story

The Writing of Our StoryBy Annette CampNovember 16, 2024
Our relationship stands as a foundation,built brick by brick—character and chemistry,communication and commitment.Each stone is placed with care,honoring needs,wrapped in patience,held by honesty.Together, we create a sanctuarywhere mutual respect and understandingbecome our guiding light.
We lean into each other’s strength,knowing the weight is shared,that standing tall is easierwhen two carry the burden.Life is a dance of joy and challenge—exhilarating leaps,stumbling steps.Yet I want us to navigate it all together,transforming disappointments into growth,frustrations into understanding.
Love is our compass.I crave an intense closeness,a space where fears, joys, and dreamsare whispered without hesitation,where two women unitedcan conquer anything.My love runs deep, passionate—a fire that warms through words,through touch,through the unspoken.
Intimacy is the pulse of our connection,the thread that binds us tightly.Life’s gift is not to be squandered;it is to be shared,to be lived with unrelenting passion.When I give my heart,I want it cherished as though it were your own,just as I will treasure yours—a bond that turns possibilityinto something boundless.
I seek a miracle— you,the woman unafraid to laugh boldly,to savor life’s simplest joysand its profound mysteries.Your soul carries moral goodness,your heart a reverence for what is sacred.You are daring and brave,ready to explore not the world’s maps,but the uncharted terrain of our hearts.
Together, we will write a storyof love and courage,etched into the landscape of a life well-lived.

Simple Bliss

Simple BlissBy Annette CampNovember 15, 2024
The morning air brushing my face, withwater reflecting the quiet promise of the day.I find enjoyment in picnics by a body of water,summer spilling its warmth onto a shared blanket.
In spring and fall, I seek the open road,sunroof framing the vast sky above.Road trips stretch time —a moving canvas of possibility.
Winter calls for art and theatergalleries where the colors of other livesspill into mine, with the lure of new worlds.But home is where I snuggle into stillness.
I don’t watch much TV,but the rhythm of a cooking showstirs my own creations, spices dancing, the kitchen alive with intention.
Sedentary moments find me content:a game with friends, a book,or the creation of poetry,words spilling like water from a dam.
There is beauty in the tiny things:sunlight slicing through the blinds,songs belted out in joyful defiance of silence,the soft weight of freshly dried sheets.
I treasure deep laughter that spills into tears,conversations that stitch hearts together,the fleeting yet infinite bloomof split-second gratitude.
My life is created from the ordinary,and made extraordinary by living simply.In the moments walked, I find my bliss,a blessing held in what already is.

The Quiet Hum

The Quiet HumBy Annette Camp(Inspired by Lou)November 15, 2024
At this time in my life,I crave the quiet hum of the ordinary—a soft chair by the window,the sun laying its hands on my face,a life stitched togetherby moments so small they might be overlooked,yet they swell with the weight of fulfillment.
I want a life drawn by intention,where each act is a seed,its fruit ripened with meaning,where the thread of our connectionis spun with care, defining what follows,unfolding a story of purpose.
I yearn for a partner unafraidto leap into happiness,to love as if the hearthas never known fracture,to hold my hand not with possession,but with courage and wonder.
Together, may we uncover beautyin the cracks of the everyday,in the hush of morning dew,in the laugh lines of an evening shared.Let us speak truthsthat carry light to the shadowed places,our wordswarming like the first rays of dawn.
Aware that life comes only once,may we live as though we’ve just discoveredits fragile singularity—every morning a blessing,every walk a revelation.
Let us hold one another in that rare,fleeting moment where destiny pauses,and everything, for a breath,feels within reach.
I want the ordinary—soft and sweet, exhilarating and still,a canvas where love paints possibilityin strokes of gratitude, passion, and respect.
Each day beginswith the quiet promise I hold close:The best is yet to be.

Worth the Risk

Worth the RiskBy Annette CampNovember 3, 2024
Craving deep connectionsmeans stepping out on aledge, knowing the ground beneath might be uncertain. 
Yet, trusting that somesouls are worth the risk,because they feel like awarm, familiar blanket. 
Laughter comes easy,silence feels safe and thespaces between words arefilled with understanding. 
There is no need to rushin this dance of souls.Move with the grace ofintention and take your time.
Knowing that everystep forward brings younearer to the heart ofwhat you seek and long for.
Let each choice be deliberate,like selecting fruit at itsripest, knowing that trueconnections are the sweetest. 

Here I Lay

Here I LayBy Annette CampOctober 17, 2024
It runs deep.It's in mybones andthe core ofmy being.
It's on myface. It's in my hugs.Yet, I remainin silence.
I want to beat her sideas she movesthrough life, tohold her hand.
I wait tohear hervoice andsee her eyesonce again.
She's trappedin my head and my heart.She has toknow this.
But here Ilay with mylove for herunspoken. Yet, undenied.