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My Sacred Circle: My Pillars, My People

In a world where connections can be as fleeting as the wind, where relationships often shift like the tides, there exists a sacred circle—a chosen few who stand firm beside me, unwavering and true. These are not just friends; they are my medicine, my grounding, my kindred spirits who walk this path with me, through every season, every storm, and every moment of stillness in between.

Their presence is a fire in the night, a steady glow guiding me through the darkness. They offer safe space when the world feels too heavy, wisdom when my spirit is tangled in doubt, and warmth when the cold of loneliness creeps in. They remind me that I am not alone, that I am seen, heard, and held in the embrace of something greater than myself.

What makes them sacred is not just their love, but their consistency. They do not waver with the winds of circumstance. Whether the road is smooth or full of obstacles, whether my spirit is light or burdened, they remain—present, patient, and unwavering in their care.

Their belief in me strengthens my own. Their words breathe life into my weary bones. Their love reminds me that I am worthy, not just in my brightest moments, but in the depths of my struggles. They do not ask for perfection, only truth. And in their presence, I am free to be fully and unapologetically myself.

It is easy to get lost in the rush of life, to forget the blessing of such souls. But today, I sit in gratitude. I acknowledge them. I honour them.

To my sacred few—you know who you are—thank you. Thank you for walking this path with me, for seeing me when I cannot see myself, for holding space for my spirit even when it wavers. You are my roots, my foundation, my greatest treasures. I am blessed beyond words to have you in my circle, and for that, my heart overflows.

Thank you, Chi-miigwech & Niawen kó:wa

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