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.

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6. The Hidden Seasons Within Us

Some days we blossom — wide open to the sun, radiant and fearless.
Some days we fall inward — closing our petals, shedding layers, returning to the silent root.

15. The Tale of the Empty Body

There once was a Body.
It had no name. No age.
It was perfect — built of atoms, structures, cells.
But inside… it was empty.

12. What Do I Truly Need to Feel Alive?

🌿 Today, I asked myself — not from the mind, but from the soul: What do I truly need right now to feel alive?(Not what I “should” do. Not what I “must” do. But what truly nourishes me from within?)… Continue Reading →

The Watcher I

The one who saw what others refused to see. Now your voice awakens the light.

13. The Home That Remembers Me

This home wasn’t built of bricks.
It was woven from the memory of the soul.
From moments that never found words, so they hid—deep in the body, in the breath, in the gaze.

Introducing: Soul lineage

A new project is being woven. This space is not empty.It’s sacred. It’s waiting.And something is coming — something unlike anything I’ve created before. I’m working on a deep, intuitive journey — into past lives, ancestral echoes, and the soul’s… Continue Reading →

12. Cracked Like a Sculpture – A Whisper for the Wounded

You’ve been told you’re too much. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too afraid.
But you are simply tuned in to what others have numbed.

2. Today I walk the land within me.

There is a mountain in me.
It is old and quiet. It has watched me for years, saying nothing.
I used to think it was stone, but now I know it’s made of silence that chose to hold rather than break.

9. My Safe House – A Letter to the One Who Built It

You didn’t build it for applause.
You built it because your soul needed a place
where it could sit down and exhale.

7. Meeting the Mirror

I opened something that looked like simple words.
But inside—there was a mirror.

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