A spiritual blog exploring emotional healing, soul journaling, self-inquiry, and the inner path of light through shadow. Between Silence and Flame is a place to reconnect with the truth of your soul, for seekers, sensitives and silent voices longing for light.

Category The Soul Journal

diary of everyday feelings and inner truth

14. I Have a Name. I Have a Life. But I Am Still Learning to Love Myself.

Sometimes life doesn’t hurt through screaming—
it whispers, “You’re not enough.”
And instead of fighting it, we go quiet.

This piece is for that moment.
For every soul that forgot how to smile at itself—
and is ready to remember. Gently. Without judgment.

13. Between the Lines and silence and flames

Not everything needs to be seen.
Some words are written not to explain — but to be found.
If you’re here, maybe something in you already remembers what I’ve never said out loud.

The Soul Journal – A Whispering Space

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The Soul Journal is a collection of raw, intimate reflections — each entry a whisper from the heart, healing through silence and sacred words.

WHY YOU MATTER EVEN NOW

a reminder for the days you feel invisible

There are days you wonder if your presence makes a difference.
If anyone would notice your absence.
If the world would just… keep spinning.

Letter to a Soul in the Dark

Your pain is valid.
Your existence is not a mistake.
You are not beyond repair.

12. Quiet Happiness Is Not Boring

Weekend Soul Spell

I do not chase peace. I remember that I am made of it.

11. For the Ones Who Still Wait in the Dark

But silence
has its own music.

10. The Day My Body Remembered It Was Never Alone

It no longer searches for friendship
or love on the outside,
because everything it longs for
is already within —
a full spectrum of feelings and colors,
the most beautiful one can dream of.

9. I Don’t Know What I Want – And That Too Is Sacred

Sometimes I wake up with the feeling that everything should already be clear. That since I’m walking the soul path, I should have a vision, a plan, a direction. But I don’t. I don’t know what I want.I don’t know… Continue Reading →

8. The Fog Inside

This morning, I didn’t rise like fire.
I didn’t feel light or sharp.
Instead, I woke up inside a fog.
A slow, heavy kind of silence.

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