Meet Robenia

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Personality carries its posture and style through expression,
Evolving with energy, standards held high in succession,
White light and calmness, collected and firm in direction,
Speaking with clarity—each word a deliberate confession.

Animals guide me: the horse and the dog at my sides,
Companions who mirror the soul where my wild nature hides,
Teaching me loyalty, power, and trust as earth provides,
Moving beside me through darkness and light as life tides.

Spirit connects me to God and the ancestors’ knowing,
Accessed through prayer and through journaling, action, and showing,
Rooted in lineage, the wisdom of ages still flowing,
Substance is built when the practice becomes our own sowing.

Soul at the center requires our attention and care,
Needing artistic expression, a voice to declare,
Singing its truth into being, laid honestly bare,
Tended like gardens where depth is the fruit that I share.

Fountains of youth spring from positivity’s well,
Self-care and hydration, companionship’s gentle spell,
Drinking from sources where wellness and wonder both dwell,
Choosing the practices making my temple excel.

Earth is my mother, providing her space and her time,
Occupants dwelling in nature’s expansive design,
Grateful for beauty that borders on the divine,
Knowing appreciation weaves the sacred and mine.

Body—the temple, the vessel, the host of our days,
Water and moisturizer, nutrition in generous ways,
Resting when needed, attending to mind’s careful gaze,
Feeding on grains, fruits, and vegetables, mindfulness rays.

Voice is the throat where the truth finds its audible home,
Eucalyptus tea, honey, and breath as we roam,
Speaking with courage the things that I’ve privately known,
Breathing the wisdom I’ve carried but rarely have shown.

Love is the canal where attention must flow without end,
Water and time and a willing attendant to tend,
Opening spaces where vulnerability can transcend,
Welcoming all of the feelings I’ve learning to mend.

Here is the practice of peering through emotional glass,
Seeing in others what quietly, deeply will pass,
Watching essential humanity flicker and mass,
Knowing I’m witness to beauty they’ve yet to amass.

Going within is far better than most I have found,
Diving to depths where redundancy circles around—
All that I find there is love, the most generous sound,
Kindness I offer myself, the most hallowed of ground.

This is what lets me choose temperance over mere tolerance shown,
Living with standards that root me but never have flown,
These days I’m simply existing, my garden has grown—
Substance is built when the soul and the self are both known.

This is itsrobenia.
Welcome.