Still seeing in the dark.

The night reminds us that rest is part of the work. Taking time to recharge doesn’t mean giving up—it means preparing to shine even brighter tomorrow. Even small moments of peace, reflection, or kindness at the end of the day can make a big difference in how we approach the next. Remember to honor your efforts and take care of yourself. #Empowerment #SelfCare #DisabilityAdvocacy 

✨ Colors in My World ✨ Even though I am blind and do not use my eyes in the way many people do, my inner world is still filled with color. Sometimes it’s bright orange humming all day. Other times, a burning, pure red drifts in suddenly, steady and strong. Often there are tiny floaters that look like little jets, strings, or even tiny birds moving across that backdrop. They don’t come from the outside world — they come from within me. I’ve noticed these colors and floaters show up when I open my eyes wide, when I blink quickly, or when my eyes jump because of the nerves that are still alive in them. When that happens, the colors seem to wake up too. Sometimes it feels like a glowing painting happening right behind my eyelids, moving and shifting in its own rhythm. There’s nothing negative about this for me — it’s a reminder that even without sight, light still dances inside. The bright backgrounds and floating shapes tell their own little story, almost like tiny birds soaring acro...

💛 Reflections on Today 💛 Today has been full of music, color, and a mix of joy and heartbreak. The colors I’ve been seeing were bright, fiery red like Elmo, with yellow floaters like Ernie drifting through—strong and alive, full of energy. My favorite music kept me company and made each moment feel meaningful. Dinner tonight was pizza and Greek salad, a comforting way to end the day. We also had some very sad news with a little family member we had just welcomed into our home. Our sweet cat Marley passed away, and it’s been heartbreaking because he brought so much love and joy in the short time he was with us. 💔 Even in the midst of sadness, I’m grateful for music, colors, and the small joys that surround us. Life is precious, and love—no matter how brief—makes it all meaningful.  

Today the colors are alive in a way that feels almost unshakable. The red is not soft or quiet—it is strong, bright, and burning, like fire that refuses to go out. It shines as boldly as Elmo, with yellow floaters like Ernie weaving through the brightness, sparks of joy moving through the flame. It began as a gentler orange, but as the hours passed, it deepened into something much stronger. Every laugh, every song, every conversation fed the glow until it became this radiant, powerful red. It’s the kind of color that doesn’t just sit quietly in the background—it demands to be seen, even through the darkness. This red is a reminder: strength can burn brightly, even when everything else feels quiet. It is a color that speaks of energy, persistence, and resilience. The yellow that floats through reminds me that even in the middle of fire and passion, there are sparks of lightness, joy, and hope. 

Reflections on 120 Posts and the Colors of My Inner World Today feels like a special day—not just because of the gentle peach glow I see in my inner world, but because I’ve reached 120 posts on my blog . Each post has been a window into my experiences, my advocacy, my dreams, and the vivid colors that shape how I perceive and feel the world. Over time, I’ve noticed patterns in my inner visual world, and each color seems to carry its own energy, meaning, and message. Reflecting on these colors helps me understand myself better, and also gives me a language to share my experiences with all of you. Here’s a guide to the colors I’ve been experiencing recently, and what each one symbolizes in my personal inner landscape: 1. Peach 🍑 This soft, warm color symbolizes calm, comfort, and balance . Peach shows up when my energy is peaceful, reflective, or gently restorative. It’s a color of rest and quiet optimism, reminding me that even soft moments are full of energy in their own way....

Yesterday was a day of fire. My inner world was ablaze with a bright red energy , shifting and glowing so intensely that it felt almost alive. At times, tiny sparks of yellow danced through it, creating movement and light, like sequins catching the sun. It reminded me of the dream I had last night—the first one I can remember in a long time—where a woman wore a red dress, white or yellow sparks catching and flashing across it as she moved. It passed through my mind quickly, almost like a burst of energy, and it stayed with me as I drifted off to sleep. Morning brought a gentle contrast. When I woke up, the burning red had softened. Now, the main color I see is caramel , with small bits of bright red floating slowly through it. Behind my eyes, there’s a darker reddish-brown , the same color I used to see whenever I closed my eyes before I went totally blind. Back then, with sight, the center of that reddish-brown would have a slight greenish hue—the part that “opens” when the eyes do. ...

Today has been full of color, with everything around me wrapped in a reddish form of orange that stayed with me all day. It started earlier in the afternoon, while I was writing posts and reflecting, with a cold strawberry daiquiri resting on my table. My stepdad brought it to me, and it felt like the perfect refreshment — sweet, smooth, and balancing the fiery orange-red that filled my inner world. Dinner tonight was a feast of flavors. We had a different style of spareribs served with rice and beans, green peas, and candied yams. I enjoyed every bite, and of course, finished with cake for dessert. Alongside the meal, I took some time to listen to I Love Lucy — one of those shows that continues to bring me laughter and comfort, no matter how many times I watch it. Later, I went out on the porch to spend time with my mom, two of my sisters, and my sister Kiana’s girlfriend Anna. It was one of those simple but meaningful moments, filled with conversation and laughter, where you’re re...

Another Day in Orange This morning began quietly, with a soft peachy beige glow greeting me as I woke up. The colors felt gentle, almost like a whisper easing me into the day. But just like it did on Wednesday, that soft glow didn’t stay for long. Slowly, it began to shift and deepen, and before I knew it, I was surrounded once again by this bright, burning orange that has been with me all throughout the day. The orange feels alive—warm, bold, and unshakable. It’s not just a color, it’s almost an energy, a reminder that even without physical sight, I’m still seeing. These colors have a way of showing up at just the right time, painting my inner world with strength, passion, and sometimes even a sense of urgency. Every shade tells its own story. The peach and beige are calm, steady, and reassuring, while the fiery orange is loud, determined, and full of life. Together, they remind me that even in stillness, there’s movement. Even in blindness, there’s vision. So here I am—resting, r...

Today, my inner world is glowing with a burning hot pink, just like it was on Labor Day. It started as a soft pink this morning during my usual coffee and music time with my stepdad. We shared our usual talks, laughter, and stories, and my family joined us with my baby nephew, Zaire. The pink feels warm, vibrant, and alive — a color that seems to carry energy and joy straight into my spirit. Even without eyes, I can feel its presence and the way it interacts with the calm of the morning, the music, the coffee, and the love of family around me. It’s amazing to watch how these colors shift and change throughout the day, reflecting moments, moods, and connections in my life. Today, the burning hot pink reminds me of warmth, happiness, and the little joys that fill my mornings. 💖  

Last week, I had a dream that caught me off guard. In the dream, Pam came to me. She was wearing a white top with white shorts, and she looked just like she does now. I don’t remember where we were, but I heard her voice loud and clear — so clear that it startled me and woke me up immediately. I haven’t told anyone about this dream, not even my family. But it stayed with me. Dreams have a way of doing that — they can bring people from our past right back into our hearts and minds, even when we’ve already closed the chapter in real life. Sometimes, I think dreams aren’t really about the people themselves, but about the memories and lessons we still carry with us. They remind us of the joy, the hurt, the learning, and the growth that those relationships gave us. For me, this dream reminded me that friendships, even the ones that don’t last forever, still leave their mark. They help shape who we are, and they leave behind lessons and memories that can resurface when we least expect it....

 This morning started with a bright, clear white — soft, glassy, and calm. As the minutes passed, it gradually shifted into a gentle light yellow hue. Then, during our coffee and music time with my stepdad, the orange began to appear, light at first, and then burning bright, filling the room and my spirit with warmth. This shining orange has stayed with me all morning and into the afternoon, carrying me along with its steady, comforting glow. It’s funny how these colors seem to follow me — all this week it has been orange, except for Monday when the day was entirely purple-hot pink. I don’t know exactly why this happens, especially since I have no eyes, but it feels like my spirit is painting the days for me, reminding me to notice the beauty and joy around me. Even more special today has been connecting with friends and family. I received emails from my best friend, Jenna Hildebrand, who asked to be added to my grandma’s Bible and prayer phone list. It warms my heart to see her ...

This morning, I was talking with my mom about something that’s been on my mind. Even though I’ve closed the chapter with Just People and all the memories that came with it, Pam keeps crossing my mind. It feels almost as if nothing ever happened between us that night of June 29. My mom explained to me why. She reminded me that when you’ve been friends with someone for a long time, they’ll always cross your mind from time to time. Memories don’t disappear, and the bond you once had doesn’t just vanish, even if the friendship itself has ended. She also shared something that really stayed with me: friends are often in our lives for a season. Their purpose isn’t always forever. Sometimes, they’re there so you can experience joy, learn new things, and grow. And looking back, that’s exactly what my time with Just People was about. I had so much fun, and I learned so much from the experience. I laughed, I enjoyed myself, and I got to see parts of Georgia I might never have explored otherw...

🟠💛 Afternoon Glow, Food, and Family Moments This afternoon, the orange is still here, blending with yellow and turning into a lighter yellowish-orange that feels warm and alive. Even though I’m not feeling my best, the colors remind me there’s still comfort and light surrounding me. Yesterday evening, my baby sister — Zaire’s mom — made spicy honey-glazed salmon for dinner. This morning, I enjoyed leftover noodles with hamburger for brunch, a simple pleasure that made me feel cozy and nourished. As usual, my morning and afternoon have been filled with coffee, music, my stepdad, talks, and laughter. Those little routines, small yet meaningful, are the threads that keep the day together. Even on days when my body feels a little off, these moments — colors, food, music, family love — remind me that joy and warmth are always present. Orange and yellow are not just colors; they are proof that light, love, and connection continue to shine, even in the ordinary moments of everyday life....

 🟠💛 Afternoon Glow and Small Joys This afternoon, the orange is still here, blending with yellow and turning into a lighter yellowish-orange that feels warm, bright, and alive. Even though my body isn’t feeling perfect, the colors remind me that there’s always something steady and comforting to hold onto. I’ve been noticing the little joys — leftover noodles from last night, a quiet sip of coffee, and the gentle rhythm of music in the background. Each small moment is like a tiny spark of light, reminding me that even when I feel yucky or tired, there’s still beauty around me. Family moments continue to fill the day with love. My grandma’s presence, a few laughs with my baby nephew, and the thoughtfulness of my mom earlier this week all remind me that support and care are never far away. Even in discomfort, even when my body protests, I can still step into the day, notice the warmth of color, and feel gratitude for these small yet meaningful experiences. Orange and yellow aren...

All day yesterday, the world felt like it was wrapped in a purple-hot pink glow. Even though my cramps were starting, my spirit felt joyful and alive. The color wasn’t coming from my eyes — I don’t have any — but it seemed to surround me, like it was coming from the world itself, touching me in a way I can feel but not see in the usual sense. Part of why yesterday felt so special was my mom. She came into my room and fixed my closet for me while she was cleaning downstairs. Now I have my entire upstairs closet filled with just my clothes, and I truly appreciate her thoughtfulness and effort. Small acts like this remind me that love can be expressed in practical ways, and it fills my heart even when my body is aching. I don’t know exactly where the purple-hot pink was coming from, but I loved it. It felt like a reflection of my happiness, a color that carried my spirit, and a gentle reminder that even on days when discomfort shows up, joy can still shine through.  

Our coffee and music time was a little shorter today. My stepdad didn’t sleep at all last night, and he needed some rest. Even so, those few minutes we shared still held so much beauty. It’s not always about how long something lasts. Sometimes it’s just about showing up, being present, and sharing even a small piece of the morning together. A few sips of coffee, a little quiet music, and the feeling of love in the room were enough. These mornings remind me that connection isn’t measured in hours, but in the heart we bring to them.  

 Our coffee and music time was a little shorter today. My stepdad didn’t sleep at all last night, and he needed some rest. Even so, those few minutes we shared still held so much beauty. It’s not always about how long something lasts. Sometimes it’s just about showing up, being present, and sharing even a small piece of the morning together. A few sips of coffee, a little quiet music, and the feeling of love in the room were enough. These mornings remind me that connection isn’t measured in hours, but in the heart we bring to them.

The colors are still glowing around me — a steady orange, warmed by gentle touches of yellow. They’ve been here since last night and carried me into this morning. There’s something about them that feels like being wrapped in a soft blanket of peace. Orange and yellow remind me of comfort, of warmth, of light that doesn’t leave even when life feels heavy or uncertain. They hold me steady when my body aches, when I feel tired, or when the day doesn’t unfold the way I planned. These colors are a reminder that beauty isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it’s quiet, steady, and soft — always there if we take a moment to notice.