Category: Lamplighter
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THE LITTLE THINGS – Cherishing Treasured Moments With My Older Children

Cherishing treasured moments with my older children
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5 Ways To Navigate Stressful Times – Compassionate Self Care

5 Ways To Navigate Stressful Times – Compassionate Self Care
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Compassionate Self Care – How to Navigate Stressful Times

Compassionate Self Care – How to Navigate Stressful Times
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Finding Serenity In A Busy World – Wisdom To Know The Difference

Finding serentity in a busy world. Having wisdom to know the difference.
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Different Friends for Different Things – The 6 Types of Friends Every Woman Needs In Her Friendship Circle

Different Friends for Different Things – The 6 Types of Friends Every Woman Needs In Her Friendship Circle
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Fall Into Autumn – A Poetic Tribute To The Autumn Season

A poetic tribute to the autumnal season that is Fall – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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6 Ways To Prepare For The Autumn Season At Home

6 Ways To Prepare For The Autumn Season At Home – PART OF THR LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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Mindful Habits To Be Intentionable About This Autumn Season

Mindful Habits To Be Intentionable About This Autumn Season – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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AUTUMN – Poetry to Welcome the Spirit of Fall & Seasonal Change

Autumn poetry to welcome the spirit of fall and seasonal change – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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LOST AND FOUND – How to Heal and Mindfully Rediscover Your True Self

How to heal and mindfully rediscover your true self with rest and compassion – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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FRIEND – A Poem for Kindred Spirits & Dreamers On Friendship and Homecoming

A Poem for Kindred Spirits & Dreamers On Friendship and Homecoming – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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POETRY – The Spring Is Over

It’s been a whileMy womb feels hollowNo matter!I was needed in the night. ConfirmationI am not fit for the season of spring.I am in August. The stubborn paunch can stayI like itThe stretch marks and varicose veinsBladder weakness, disfigured labiaStretched out breastsI don’t care. They remind me I am aliveYounger than I’ll ever beThan you’d…
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POETRY – Forty-Four

Forty-four. Dust on the floor. Stoke up the fire and lock the door. Bake your messages in a pie. Serve it up to passers by. © 2025 Juliette ProffittALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO SHARE UNALTERED POSTS ONLY…
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POETRY – Now And Then

Ever so occasionally,Now and then, just like you,I’ll feel a needTo wave a hand high in the air.Not the frantic wave of a shipwrecked soul,Nor quite the desperate, final plea to God“Do you see me? My Lord…I am sinking!” Instead, much more.Still a cry nonetheless,But infinitely louder. Stronger.Shrill but determined.Defying the black, chilling, watery depthsIn…
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POETRY – Disinclined

I thought I was lonely, butI found I just needed to be alone. Away.By myself.With my thoughts, in my van.Without peopleAnd their assumptions of me. Just me.My pen and my paper. The large, take away, coffee house cup,That allowed me to refil it to the brim line.When I needed to pee,But didn’t want to go…
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POETRY – Absent

I can sit alone in cafesCheck my phone & sip my teaRead a book, glance aroundSit back comfortably I might book tickets to the picturesAnd only take myselfWander around old walking parksAnd tend my mental health I can sit on benches or the trainVenture to the seaI can find my way back home againAnd wonder…
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POETRY – I Would Rather

I would rather have a tiny shoebox house with a blazing fire, candles adorning the table and the “outside-brought-in” to feel and smell. I would rather have over ambitious ideas of baking 100 mince pies and sleeping in til noon with baby arms draped around my neck or toddler bodies sprawled in heavy slumber across…




