Shalini’s Your Inner Compass feels like a quiet conversation with a wise friend who sees you clearly. Her words don’t preach they gently nudge, reminding us that our intuition isn’t some mystical force, but a deeply personal guide that’s always been there, waiting to be heard. The rose metaphor is tender and true: beauty often comes with risk, and rushing toward it without care can hurt. But Shalini doesn’t shame us for getting pricked she simply invites us to listen more closely next time. Her writing is soft, soulful, and full of grace. It’s not just a poem it’s a moment of stillness, asking us to trust ourselves again.
Shalini’s Your Inner Compass feels like a quiet conversation with a wise friend who sees you clearly. Her words don’t preach they gently nudge, reminding us that our intuition isn’t some mystical force, but a deeply personal guide that’s always been there, waiting to be heard. The rose metaphor is tender and true: beauty often comes with risk, and rushing toward it without care can hurt. But Shalini doesn’t shame us for getting pricked she simply invites us to listen more closely next time. Her writing is soft, soulful, and full of grace. It’s not just a poem it’s a moment of stillness, asking us to trust ourselves again.
Thank you Adriao for your gentle thoughtful and encouraging words. I appreciate it very much!
Nice Shalini!
Thank you Lily
Thank you Mary for restacking my post