@uLindaKheswa ```»July 2026 was Cape Town’s driest July in 68 years, with only 14.4mm recorded.
»We urgently need rain, or water restrictions could return this summer```
allow what is removing itself from you to gently exit, without chasing it down the road, without offering discounts on your worth to make it stay. what is meant for you will never need convincing and what is aligned with you will never make you audition for a place you already deserved.
Your Android says storage full. You delete everything. Still full.
It is not your photos. Android has been quietly hiding gigabytes of junk you never see.
23GB cleared yesterday without deleting a single thing that mattered.
Here is where it is hiding:
Anxiety isn’t just in your head.
It’s stored in your nervous system.
Here are 9 body-based ways to release it (without medication) 🧵
1. Cold water on your face.
february, funnel what is meant for me in my direction and filter out anything that asks me to abandon my peace. anchor me in alignment when temptation invites me backward and remind me why i chose myself the first time. allow me to stay loyal to my growth, without guilt.
even misalignment is alignment. some things end so you can see the possibility of a new beginning, some things shift so you can see what wasn’t meant to stay, some things leave so you can remember the path that leads back to yourself.
december, strip away every expectation that never belonged to me and return me to myself in every way i went missing this year. create spaces of forgiveness for versions of myself that forgot how to float as i rediscovered how to swim in my self-worth. create healthier timelines.
Diane Keaton broke the mold. She changed what a movie star could be. She wasn't an ingenue or a bombshell or a vixen. She was just a normal human woman. She was so natural you never felt like she was acting. Always felt like she could be your bestie or your mom. RIP. 🌟
Rest in peace, Jane Goodall.
You taught us that kindness is a form of strength and that respect for life in all its forms is the truest measure of humanity. You will be dearly missed. 💔
october, magnetize my intentions and repel anything that blurs the vision of where i’m headed. deepen trust in my own timing and keep me patient as seeds i planted take root. hold my heart softly if doubt ever visits and remind me that in every quiet season there is still growth.