Nicole Daedone

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The writings and musings of Nicole Daedone

Love is born of the constant vigilance we need to prevent us from fabricating the other. It is a courageous act.

Perhaps part of this is my awakening that I am not alone. There are people without dust in their eyes who see.

True power is the sustained capacity to uplift and raise things into their realized form.

In a forest, the roots of one tree do not steal from another—they intertwine, exchanging nutrients, strengthening the soil. The more life flourishes, the more life can flourish. The same is true for human endeavor.

Change isn’t a spectator sport—it hums through us all, a restless current.

The question is not just what we are fighting against but what we are building—what we are willing to stand for, no matter the conditions.

We can get mad that we are not being listened to but it is still a child’s political mind that will not take responsibility for being heard, for making it attractive to the listener.

The fundamental fear that governs human existence is not death, but exile. Death, to most, is a long anesthetic sleep. But to be cast out, to be erased from the human circle, is a slow and public undoing. We are social animals; we survive through connection.