In the changeable tides of Cancer season ✨
seen from Yemen
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Tunisia
In the changeable tides of Cancer season ✨
It always sparks something in me when I hear a voice or music in my dream. It actually makes the dream feel more real, like a waking moment in time.
Because my kids love the color purple
As the mind quiets, the heart is obvious—
Worn on my sleeve.
I cast the motion,
I produce the action.
Even in the fog,
The truth remains visible.
There are days I ache to create something poetically beautiful—
an offering to the larger pattern,
a release of what stirs within.
Words circle in my mind, forming constellations.
Colors bloom in the corners of vision,
gathering in the quiet like rain before it falls.
Sometimes it’s an exhale to the awakened forest,
a signature in the margins,
or a shared creation with the ones who walk beside me.
Each day, pieces of my heart drift into the air—
not only to be heard,
but more importantly, to be felt.
—CAB