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Saturday, 29 August 2026
On this day of your life
I believe God wants you to know ...
... that the mode in which the inevitable comes to pass
is through effort.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said that, and he was right.
While God is there to help us every step along the way,
there is no free pass in life, and what occurs occurs as
a result of the energy you give it.
That is true in all ways. It is true about physical energy,
mental energy, emotional energy, and spiritual energy.
Where are you putting your energy right now?
You will not have to think but a second to know
exactly why you received this message today.
Stretch Deeply With Slow-Flow Yoga (OM)
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The Addiction of Love with a Pisces.
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“I admit I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things inside of her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others. She was the ocean and I was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.” ~ Christopher Poindexter
The love of a Pisces is one from which there is no return.
Even if we part ways from our gentle Pisces, they will always be there in the back of our heads as the one that got away. They will be the sun warm upon our bare skin, the drops of rain catching in our eyelashes, and the smell of the first snow covering the barren ground.
The most mysterious part of a Pisces’ love is the way in which it winds itself not just around our lover, but into their very soul.
Pisces are one of the most mysterious and romantic of all the signs. We also are the ones who not only confuse, but at the same time terrify our lovers. We are bittersweet, because although the love of a Pisces is intoxicating, it’s one that can be overwhelming as well.
Yet no matter how hard it is to love a Pisces, it’s next to impossible to not love us.
Pisces are known for our deep eyes. All of our emotions are readily available in our eyes, and not only can we tell our lovers that we love them in a blink of an eye—the depths to which a lover will fall when they gaze into our soul truly are unfathomable.
Pisces are the old souls of the zodiac—we are those who have walked this earth before. We carry the knowledge of a thousand stars within the breath of our hearts, and we will understand our lovers on a level differently than they have ever experienced before.
The ability to be understood by a Pisces, without having to explain yourself—that is one of the first addictions of this type of love. After being so completely understood and accepted unconditionally, any other type of love seems listless in comparison.
When a Pisces loves, there is no half way.
A Pisces’ love is the complete opening of their heart to another—we are late night tumblers of whiskey spilling into Sunday morning pancakes sticky with syrup.
Pisces are the quiet dreams of what our lovers have always desired—but never thought they would actually get. Pisces are shy smiles and seductive kisses. Pisces are romantic and dreamy by nature; it’s not a difficult step to join us in the fantasy world that we not only create, but live in most of the time. And after spending time with a Pisces in the dream-world that we reside in, it will be impossible to be satisfied by the mundane existence that most enjoy.
For it seems no matter what a Pisces is doing, it simply seems magical.
One of the most intoxicating parts of a Pisces is the way we will kiss our lovers’ souls from their bodies. Pisces loves to please, and we take great satisfaction in giving our lovers pleasure.
We see sex as not just a destination, but a journey as well.
Pisces are after tasting and exploring each part of our lover’s bodies—we want to see them orgasm multiple times, until the only word left upon their lips is our name.
The Pisces symbol is the fish swimming in opposite directions—and it is this contradiction that continually ripples just below the surface. There is no boxing in of a true Pisces, they are intellectually stimulating yet silly, they are extreme sex appeal yet loyal to a fault, they are independent, yet love to care for others.
A Pisces always surprising their lover is what will slowly drive them to ruin. Every day is a new adventure with a Pisces on your arm, because each day we will be different than the one before.
Pisces don’t just talk about our dreams and what we want to accomplish—we actually do it.
We understand that anything worth having is also worth waiting for. We are the most patient and understanding of all the signs, and it is this comfort that will continually bring our lovers back for more.
No matter how crazy we spin our dreams at times, once the sparks of our eyes have gotten beneath the skin of our lover—they will forever be addicted.
It’s an addiction that is based in the soul, and lived from the heart. It’s one that holds a gentle smile upon our lover’s lips in the knowledge that they hold what many others may covet.
It’s the feeling of sinking into the deepest bluest ocean, simply enjoying the feel of the waves and learning that the only way to live with the love a Pisces is to simply let go.
Author: Kate Rose
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photos: Robynlou Kavanagh/Flickr
What Dolly Parton Taught us About Life, Love, & What to Do with the Scraps.
{Editor’s Note: We’re all a little heartbroken. RIP Dolly. If you have something you’d like to share about her life, her wisdom, or how she impacted your mindful path, please consider submitting an article for editorial review.}
As we learn to live in a world without Dolly, her life reminds us that the pieces others dismiss can become the very things that make us whole.
As a child, I remember overhearing adults talk about Dolly Parton.
They talked about her hair, her makeup, her clothes, her breasts, and her body shape. Sometimes they laughed. There was judgement in their voices, although I was probably too young to name it as that.
But what they were saying did not match what I saw or felt about her.
I saw colour, warmth, and cheekiness.
I saw a woman who seemed completely alive.
When Dolly sang, I heard a voice that could carry sadness without being swallowed by it. When she spoke, she was clever, funny, and kind. And those colourful long nails were the best plectrum I ever saw!
The adults saw too much hair, too much makeup, and too much woman.
I saw Dolly.
Children often notice the person beneath the commentary.
At that young age I did not yet understand why a woman’s appearance gave people permission to dismiss her. I only knew they were getting her wrong.
Those overheard comments became some of the scraps I carried from childhood. I did not stitch them into my view of Dolly. I stitched them into my understanding of judgement.
They taught me how quickly a woman can be reduced to her body. They also left me with a tenderness for amazing women who refuse to become smaller simply to make other people comfortable.
Her first coat of many colours
Long before the rhinestones and platinum hair, Dolly wore a coat her mother made from scraps of fabric.
Her family had little money. The coat was created from what was available, and other children teased her for wearing it. Dolly loved it because she knew what it contained. Her mother had sewn love into every piece.
That coat became one of her most beloved songs. It also offers a way to understand the life she went on to create.
Dolly took what was available to her, a childhood marked by poverty, a remarkable voice, a gift for storytelling, deep faith, fierce ambition, and a sharp sense of humour, and made something the world had never seen before.
She did not try to disguise where she came from. She carried it with her. The little girl in the handmade coat was always there beneath the sequins.
Now, like so many people, I am trying to understand that Dolly Parton is no longer in the world.
She died peacefully in Nashville on August 25, 2026, aged 80. Writing that feels strange. Some public people become so woven into our lives that we assume they will always be somewhere in the world, still singing, laughing, and being gloriously themselves.
We did not know Dolly individually, and yet many of us grew up with her.
Her songs marked moments in our lives. Her films made us laugh. Her voice could return us to people, places, and versions of ourselves we had almost forgotten.
Now she exists through the work she left, the lives she changed and the memories people carry.
Through the tears, we remember.
Dolly never handed other people the needle
The world formed plenty of opinions about Dolly Parton.
It called her artificial while she remained remarkably authentic. It treated her as a joke while she built an extraordinary career and became a highly successful businesswoman. It focused on her body while she wrote songs that reached deeply into human longing, grief, and love.
Dolly heard the judgements. She simply did not allow them to tell her who she was.
She understood the difference between how she presented herself and who she actually was. The hair, clothes, and makeup were playful, deliberate, and entirely hers. She was in on the joke, which meant the joke was never really on her.
There is a lesson in that for anyone who has been misread.
Other people will hand us their opinions as if they belong to us. Some of those opinions arrive early and come from people whose voices carry weight. If we are not careful, we can spend years stitching their scraps into our identity.
Dolly did something else.
She kept hold of the needle.
She decided what belonged in her story.
She knew love and leaving could sit together
When Dolly left “The Porter Wagoner Show” to pursue her solo career, the separation was difficult. Porter had played an important part in her success, but Dolly knew it was time to step beyond the partnership.
She wrote the hit “I Will Always Love You” as her farewell.
The song holds a truth many of us struggle to accept: loving someone does not always mean staying.
A relationship can matter deeply and still reach its end. Gratitude does not create a lifelong obligation to remain in a place we have outgrown. Leaving does not require us to turn the other person into a villain.
Dolly honoured what the relationship had given her while choosing her own future.
That takes a particular kind of courage. And class. It is easier to leave relationships in anger because anger cuts the threads for us. It is harder to leave with love still present.
Dolly showed us that boundaries can be loving. She also showed us that walking towards your own life is not betrayal.
She kept some love for herself
For all her fame, Dolly protected her marriage to Carl Dean.
They were married for nearly 60 years, yet he remained almost completely outside her public world. Their relationship did not become another product for public consumption.
In an age when people are expected to display their happiness to prove it is real, there is something beautiful about the privacy they maintained.
Some love grows best away from an audience.
It lives in ordinary conversations, familiar habits, private jokes, and the comfort of being known when nobody else is watching.
When Carl died in March 2025, Dolly wrote a song of gratitude for the life they had shared. His death must have left a tear no thread could completely mend.
Yet even in grief, her instinct was to honour love rather than claim ownership of it.
She made something useful from what was missing
Dolly’s father could not read or write. She believed this prevented a very intelligent man from fulfilling some of his dreams.
She could not go back and change his childhood, but she could do something with the hurt it left.
In 1995, she created the Imagination Library. It began by sending free books to young children in her home county and grew into an international literacy program. Today, it sends more than three million books each month to children across five countries.
That tells us more about Dolly than any rhinestone costume ever could. I can’t think about that without getting teary.
She noticed what had been missing from her father’s life and made sure other children received it.
Many of us carry something that was missing.
Encouragement. Safety. Education. A mentor. A person who listened. Someone who believed our dreams were worth taking seriously.
We cannot place those things into our own childhood hands. We can, however, recognise the need when it appears in someone else.
Pain does not always arrive carrying a lesson. Sometimes it simply hurts. But over time, some of it can be used. A painful scrap can become part of something that keeps another person warm.
What did I do with the scraps?
I have thought again about those childhood conversations. What did I do with the comments I heard about Dolly’s hair, makeup, and body? I think they helped me learn to look twice.
When the world reduces someone to a label, an appearance, or a first impression, I want to know what has been overlooked.
When a woman is described as too loud, too ambitious, too emotional, too glamorous, or simply too much, I wonder who benefits from her becoming less.
When warmth is mistaken for a lack of intelligence, I recognise the old pattern.
The adults talking about Dolly saw excess. I experienced generosity.
They saw artifice. I saw a woman exercising choice.
They thought her appearance told them who she was. I saw that it told me very little about the depth of the woman beneath it.
That may be one of the reasons her death feels personal to people who never met her. Dolly gave us permission to hold together parts of ourselves that the world likes to separate.
Strength and softness.
Ambition and kindness.
Faith and fun.
Grief and joy.
She made room for all of it.
Now we carry the pieces
The world feels less colourful today. Less glittery too.
We are learning to live in a world where Dolly Parton no longer exists in physical form. We will find her now in the opening notes of a song, an old film, a flash of rhinestones, or a child opening a book addressed especially to them. I am so grateful my own children and granddaughters lived in a world where she was.
We will find her in women who refuse to shrink.
We will find her when someone leaves with love rather than bitterness.
We will find her whenever pain is turned into something that helps another person.
A life leaves pieces behind.
A line from a song. A moment of courage. A memory. A way of seeing the world that becomes part of how someone else sees it too.
Dolly’s coat of many colours was never really about the coat. It was about recognising the love held within what others dismissed as worthless.
Her life carried the same message:
Use what you have; know what it is worth; do not let other people decide which pieces of you are beautiful.
And when you have enough warmth, share it.
Vale, Dolly.
Through the tears, we remember.
The world gave you scraps, and you showed us how much love they could hold.
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Editor’s Note: Take a mindful moment and listen to the classic song referenced above. RIP Dolly. May you always have your coat, and your crown:
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Missing Dolly? Us too. In 2020, the ever-human Stephen Colbert represented us all in a bittersweet moment with Dolly. His eyes leaked live on camera. Now, in 2026, our eyes are all leaking. You might like to watch this bittersweet (and funny!) video next:
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