The Unseen Ripple Effect of Authenticity

You never know who you may be inspiring or encouraging to tap back into latent or new talents just by being you. Sometimes we forget that people may not always speak on how you inspire them, but yet they are, and it helps them to smile more or be their authentic selves.

Today, a former schoolmate expressed how my return to blogging inspired her. I was truly shocked because I was impressed with her recently shared writings and agreed with so many of her viewpoints. That’s the beauty of creativity and the arts; you can express yourself and inadvertently inspire others. It’s the same way with acts of kindness too. One small act can be the catalyst for other acts of kindness, compassion, and consideration.

When you share pieces of yourself for your own self-satisfaction rather than for applause, you often reach a broader and more sincere audience. You will often also position yourself to be poured back into by people who admire your transparency and find commonalities among your expressions and experiences. If only we lived in a world where more people honored the beauty of someone living in their authenticity and being free to be open, honest, and vulnerable without making themselves prey to someone’s judgment and condescension.

Write without constraints

Writing is so freeing, but you have to do it with the understanding that some won’t like or respect what you have to say. It’s a good thing I don’t do it for the applause but to free myself of the thoughts and ideas that burden, excite, and even incite me. So, if you’re considering writing or think no one will care what you have to say, do it anyway. You’d be surprised who you might inspire or who may fan your flames of inspiration even higher!~micaiah

Embrace Your Own Truth


Life often feels less like a smooth path and more like a winding, sometimes treacherous, journey.

We’ve all been there—stumbling, our vision blurred by past hurts and present uncertainties. It’s easy to get knocked off course, to let our dreams gather dust, and to lose focus in the face of what feels like “foolishness and hocus pocus.”


My poem, “My own truth,” beautifully captures this struggle:

My Own Truth

Walking, no, more like stumbling through life
Vision blurred by all that’s occurred
Not staying on course has my dreams deferred
Allowed myself to lose focus
Due to foolishness and hocus pocus
Let comparison rob me of objectivity
had me forgetting about the blessings just for me
Doubt had me believing delayed had turned into denied
Had me trusting in worry and anxieties lies
Had to get regrounded and regroup
Had to familiarize myself again with my own truth
Had to remind myself of whose child I was
And that my gifts are truly a blessing from above
There is no timeframe or race
Just continue on and keep the pace
With renewed faith, my vision cleared
And once again I’m ready to tackle all I once feared.~MY


It’s a powerful reminder that comparison can be a thief of joy, blinding us to the unique blessings tailor-made just for us. Doubt can whisper lies, convincing us that delays are denials, and pulling us into the trap of worry and anxiety.


But the poem also offers the profound solution: we must reground and regroup, and most importantly, familiarize ourselves again with our own truth.

This means remembering our inherent worth, acknowledging the unique gifts that are truly blessings, and understanding that our journey isn’t a race against anyone else.


With renewed faith, our vision clears, and we find the courage to confront the very things we once feared.

So, if you’re feeling lost or off-kilter, take a moment to reflect. What is your truth? What blessings have you overlooked? And what fears are you ready to conquer with newfound clarity?
Embrace your journey, trust your pace, and let your own truth light your way.
~micaiah

A Shortage of Sheep

It seems there must be a shortage on sheep, because I can’t find a single one to count myself to sleep.

It seems the older I become the more insomnia becomes my best friend.

The life and mind of a procrastinating creative, ha. I lie in bed thinking of all the things I could be doing, writing or creating, while at the same time doing nothing at all.

It’s the hamster wheel of thoughts that play in a loop that makes sleep seemingly impossible; yet you don’t want to rev up your engines too much because it’s counterproductive to becoming sleepy.

Are you just as frustrated reading this as I am feeling it?

Good, at least I’m not alone.

Melatonin only seems to work, when it’s time to wake up, then my body wants to relax and drift off into slumber. And yes, I’m aware that using electronics or blue light counteracts the Melatonin kicking in your natural circadian rhythm.

However, there’s only so much laying in the dark thinking about sleep I can do before my mind requires more.
It’s great when ideas come during the cloak of night, except when your alarm is set for 6 in the morning. Yet more often than not, my ideas strike at the most inopportune time. Instead of zzz’s, I have glowing embers from my thoughts and ideas.

Oh, how I envy my sister and daughter, who think the word sleep and then fall into blissful slumber as soon as their head hits the pillow. What type of sleep sorcery do they possess? I have yet to ascertain their magic formula. Nor is the sandman a friend of mine. The sandman tends to avoid me worse than a friend that owes you money they never plan to pay back.

Meditation works while I’m in the midst of it and then when the metaphorical tone sounds, denoting the end of the meditation, it never fails that my relaxed state ebbs away and I’m left to my thoughts, dreams and aspirations.

Reading doesn‘t work either, because I love to read and often have to force myself to put a book down and go to bed.

I guess I truly shouldn’t complain because being awake tonight did allow me to write this post, so maybe I should be thankful that just like Little Bo Peep, I’ve lost my sheep and don’t know where to find them. But I’m going to try real hard to wrangle up a few and catch a few zzz’s.

~Micaiah

Divine Conversations

Restless nights

the tired body

of an overworked mind

racing thoughts

subconscious longings

alone in bed

ideas take root in my head

clarity comes

revealing itself slowly

like a dawn breaking the horizon

when slumber is fleeting

I obtain the peace I seek

‘fore if I quiet my mind

and listen closely

I hear God speak

~micaiah

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