Harriet Monsell’s life offers a countercultural freedom: the courage to love without needing results. A widowed woman who rebuilt her life at Clewer, she created sanctuary for those Victorian society discarded—not through programs or metrics, but through holy indifference, the spiritual practice of releasing outcomes to God. Her community loved without tiring, stayed without demanding transformation, and trusted God with what they could not fix. In an age obsessed with saving, measuring, and proving effectiveness, Monsell reminds us that faithfulness—not success—is the work. Love now; let God hold the rest.

Imagine asking a simple question: What is truth? At first, the answer seems obvious. Truth reflects reality. Facts are facts. The world is the world. But then the questions begin. Are there truths that exist no matter what humans believe? Are there truths shaped by culture, society, and geography? And if truth reflects reality, how much of that reality depends on our five senses—what we see, hear, smell, taste, and touch? Because if our senses shape our understanding of the world, then our perception might be shaping what we call truth. Which leads to an uncomfortable possibility: What if some of the truths we believe in are not universal at all… but simply the way we experience the world?

This poem is about my friends and siblings. Despite my depression and situation, I can always count on them to make my day as amazing as possible. Yet, I am still not doing well; fighting my demons so I don't lose them..

11:05 a.m. gov. class 10 minute poem "I dont wanna leave my friends.." This poem is inspired by my sister, ri rii. I remember on an old server, I was instantaneously friending everyone. During one summer day, she joined the server, and I was like "ur my bestie now!" Now, almost a year later, she's my forever older sister. She's cared for me since day one, and I hope to be her forever little brother.

11:28 a.m., Gov. Class "Idk random thoughts and im just so grateful for my friends i really dont want to leave my friends.."

This poem..is very personal. During the time of this writing, I was going to end it. I wrote this as a final goodbye to my angels. Looking back, I realized how much this might of hurt them. However, who am I to say that when I'm in the same trapped, helpless bubble..?

15:12. This poem is inspired by Julia Alexa's song, "PRETTY WHEN I CRY." The song means a lot to me, and so does my poem.

10:56, government class. If you want to know what is in my mind, you might as well be in Tartarus. Beneath of my happiness, my joy, there is a layer of hurt and sadness.

my teenage dream is a bit different from others. Instead of going to the movies with friends, I watch movies through a screen with them. Instead of meeting up with friends, I meet them in voice calls. Yet, I wouldn't trade any of my teenage-hood for anything else. x

unfinished poem. "it hurts to write this. me no wanna go..me..hurt you..." but what hurts the most, is that i'm back in the same, if not, worse situation.

Wrote this at 10:39 in Government class. When I wrote this poem, I wanted to capture the innocence and happiness of my imaginary friend. I wanted to have a whimsical tone, yet almost nostalgic.

Wrote this during band class at 13:56. During this time, I missed my old self. I missed being happy. How strange it is to be, once here again..

When will they announce that the Earth is no longer habitable and that they are hiring those who are still well enough to serve them to make them their rocket ships to the New World What will their speeches entail at that point? When will they tell the people they made poor, sick, and starving that they wish they could bring all of humanity to the New World but they unfortunately can’t because it would simply cost too much

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Cassandra is thrilled with her new friendship but if she mentions how she really feels is the foundation for it gonna fall!

a blog about my day and what happened in it, especially what frustrated me and what i am excited about for the future.

Heartbeats consume and ridicule my ears with the ever-ceasing, pounding message that life is present, yet haunting.

I have this innate desire to pour into people, to love with my entire nervous system and give my all to anyone that holds significance in my life. It’s a beautiful trait to have, it takes strength to keep your heart open and honor your sensitivity in a world that isn’t kind most of the time. On the downside it gets draining having such big feelings and no stable place to store them. Here I unpack the roots of this insatiable yearning that has been an ongoing theme of my adolescence and what it’s beginning to look like for me going into young adulthood.

MIND & METHOD · DB-FEP FIELD NOTES Why smart people stop thinking and how to start again. A herd of antelope is grazing peacefully. One bolts. Within seconds, every animal in the field is running — not one of them knows why. Tyler Thornton calls this a mind bind. And before you assume it only happens to antelopes, consider the last time you shared something outrageous without checking if it was true. The last time you agreed with someone was primarily because everyone around you agreed. The last time you felt pressure to believe something, it felt like a reason. That was a mind-bender.

The battle of the friends: a test to see who the real friend is or not. Anyways check this article and write down what you think.