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Robert Jenrick
Introduction Robert Jenrick is a well-known British politician. He belongs to the Conservative Party in the United Kingdom. Over the years, he has worked in many important government roles. He is especially known for his views on housing, immigration, and law. Some people support his ideas, while others criticize them, but there is no doubt that he is an important figure in modern British politics.
By Farhan Sayed18 days ago in Potent
The One Blue-specked Dot on a White Butterfly
Just yesterday I offered the workshop Wild Words Whisper: A Whimsical Garden Writing Ritual. In the moments after torrential thunderstorms and rain had passed, a small group of participants huddled around the Peace Garden’s firepit with journals in hand and wonder in heart. The sun emerged and sprinkled through the canopy of the garden’s botany of delights, illuminating the drips and drops of rain’s tenderness on leaves, flowers, stones, ourselves, and Oneness. Our group connected from our first inhales and exhales as we nestled into the coziness of conversation, ceremony, intuitive writing, wondering, wandering, and the spirit of each other and the Peace Garden.
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)3 months ago in Potent
The Descent and the Covenant
I was born into shadow, in the house of narcissism and alcohol. The air itself was thick with distortion — love twisted into control, tenderness fused with terror. My map was shattered before I could walk, and so I wandered blind into the red glow of the streets. I mistook danger for destiny. I called hunger devotion. I called harm love.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
Hieros Gamos
In a world divided by language, doctrine, and dogma, there remains a deeper current. It flows beneath temples, across deserts, through the bones of saints, the cracks in the earth, the silent corridors of monasteries, and the stillness of sages who have walked beyond time.
By THE HONED CRONE3 months ago in Potent
The Silence Between My Mother’s Words. AI-Generated.
The Silence Between My Mother’s Words My mother speaks in English like she’s walking on unfamiliar ground. Her words are careful, placed deliberately, like stones in a stream. In between them, there are silences—pregnant, loaded, shaped like the things she wants to say but doesn’t have the vocabulary for.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Potent
A Love Letter to the Night
Some moments in life don’t speak in words—they shimmer. They blink gently in the dark like fireflies weaving secret messages into the air. I’ve spent many nights sitting beneath the weight of silence, listening—not with my ears, but with my heart—waiting for the night to speak back. It always does. Softly. Slowly. Like a whisper. There’s something sacred about darkness when it’s not filled with noise. In a world that never seems to pause, nighttime feels like the earth’s way of catching its breath. And in that breath, I’ve found something precious: peace. Stillness. And occasionally, a flicker of gold dancing through the shadows. Fireflies. Tiny lights pulsing in the air, asking nothing of me except presence. They don’t blaze like streetlights. They don’t demand attention like city neon. Instead, they glow in silence, modest and patient—inviting you to slow down, to see, to feel. I think that’s what I’ve needed all along. Not more sound. Not more answers. Just stillness. Just a reason to remember that beauty doesn’t always roar—it often whispers. We live in a loud world. Our heads are full of opinions, expectations, unfinished conversations, and alarms that go off before dreams can even begin. But fireflies? They don’t live like that. They remind me that light doesn’t have to be blinding to be powerful. That softness is strength too. That presence—just being here, fully—is its own kind of glow. There was a night not long ago. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was tangled in everything unsaid, everything undone. So I stepped outside barefoot, letting the cool earth remind me I was still alive. I didn’t go far—just to the edge of a small patch of trees near my home. And there they were. Flickering, rising, falling. Not in a hurry. Not in fear. Just… existing. Lighting up the dark, not to shine forever, but to make that single moment matter. I watched in silence. That’s when I realized: the night isn’t empty. It’s full of unspoken stories. The fireflies aren’t just insects. They’re reminders. Of every small joy I’ve forgotten to feel. Of every quiet miracle I’ve brushed past. Of every time I needed healing and didn’t know how to ask for it. They whispered: "You are still here. And you are still light." It felt like a lullaby written just for me. Not sung aloud, but hummed inside my bones. Since that night, I’ve come to love darkness—not as a threat, but as a canvas. A space where the soul gets to glow without competition. A place where you remember who you are, without needing to be seen. So this is my love letter to the night. Thank you—for not rushing me. For holding my silence without asking questions. For the stars you tuck above me like a blanket. For the fireflies that teach me how to glow quietly. For the breath I forget to take during the day. For showing me that some things don’t need fixing—they just need feeling. And thank you, especially, for reminding me that light still lives in me, even when I forget how to find it. Because sometimes, when the world becomes too heavy to hold, all it takes is a single flicker in the dark to remind us—we were never alone.
By Shoaib Afridi7 months ago in Potent
Quitting Smoking Is Better Than All Anxiety Medications — A Detailed Look at Causes and Solutions
Anxiety is becoming more common in today’s busy, competitive, and stressful lives. Its causes can be many, including physical illnesses, hormonal changes, mental trauma, social pressure, and drug or alcohol abuse. Alcohol and smoking in particular have been recognized as major contributing factors in the development of anxiety.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Potent
You Are Not A Burden: Embrace Your Worth and Seek Support
In times of hardship, it's easy to feel like you are a burden to the people around you. Whether it is asking for assistance, working through difficult feelings, or going through a tough situation, you might feel like you are burdening others. But you are not a burden. You are a human being deserving of kindness, compassion, and aid, just as any other human being.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN 9 months ago in Potent
