RN Figaro

RN Figaro She is a small town girl who loves art and tacos. She writes poetry, fiction and uplifting thoughts.

Hi Dear Friends,I’m convinced that August in Texas is its own atmosphere. When the world gets this hot and still, walkin...
08/25/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
I’m convinced that August in Texas is its own atmosphere. When the world gets this hot and still, walking outside barefoot and feeling the sharp summer grass under my feet grounds me in the memories woven right into the dirt and the shade. This season is slowly winding down but the previous summers linger.

May the last dregs of summer remind you of all the good things that came before and the good things still in store for you.
Sending love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,Sometimes you just have to stop looking for an outside light and trust God and your own resilience to fi...
08/24/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
Sometimes you just have to stop looking for an outside light and trust God and your own resilience to find it. This piece started blindly—just trying to capture the physical, quiet gravity of a dark night and the feeling of standing barefoot on the earth. It is about that moment when everything outside feels absent, and the only choice left is to let the stillness settle beneath your ribs until something inside finally shifts.

May you feel resilience billow beneath your ribs when you need it most. May the new week be kind to you.
Sending love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,August heat always feels a bit relentless. It’s that heavy, stifling kind of afternoon where the sun jus...
08/23/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
August heat always feels a bit relentless. It’s that heavy, stifling kind of afternoon where the sun just saps your energy and you can feel the heat deep in your bones.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much that weather feels like sudden, overwhelming stress. When anxiety kicks in, it’s not just a mental thing—it feels entirely physical, like a fever pulsing through you while your mind starts racing.

But I kept noticing the daisies outside. When the heat gets to be too much, they droop and bow their heads. It’s easy to look at them and think they’re dying or giving up. But they aren’t. It’s actually how they survive. They bow to protect themselves from the worst of the sun. They’re just resting.

I wrote this piece as a reminder to myself that when things get out of control, our breath is still our own. Pausing to decompress or bending under the weight of a heavy day isn’t a sign of weakness. Like the daisy, we can bow our heads, rest through the heat, and trust that we can bend without breaking.

May you always give yourself the grace to pause, to decompress and to bend when the stress gets to be too heavy. It’s a sign of self care, and adapting. It’s not a weakness. Have a blessed Sunday!
Sending Love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,I wrote the first draft of this piece when I was fifteen years old and edited it this morning. Back then...
08/22/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
I wrote the first draft of this piece when I was fifteen years old and edited it this morning. Back then, I thought a good writer had to describe the vastness of the sea. I spent forever trying to capture the ocean, but my eyes kept falling to the shore. I could only ever truly see the sand. Looking at it again all these years later, I realize that the smallest things are often the ones carrying the heaviest weight. We spend our lives fighting the tides that try to drown us and the winds that blow us around, trying to protect the quiet warmth we hold inside. Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t surviving the storm—it’s how unnoticed you feel when you are standing alone in the middle of it.

Wherever you are today, may you feel the warmth inside your bones and know that you are never truly alone. Have a blessed day!
Sending you love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,Almost a year later and some days the grief is still a free show for anyone watching. Some mornings the ...
08/21/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
Almost a year later and some days the grief is still a free show for anyone watching. Some mornings the world is just too loud, people are too far away in their own heads, and the empty space left behind hurts just as plain and sharp as it did on day one. I took my tangled thoughts out into the Sam Houston pines this morning. This poem is what came out of the wind.

May your weekend be truly blessed in every way.
Sending love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,I posted earlier this poem earlier this morning and deleted that post as it got tagged as AI because I u...
08/20/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
I posted earlier this poem earlier this morning and deleted that post as it got tagged as AI because I used a photo from Canva. I wrote this today as I was processing the world. Please forgive this caption as I’m a little flustered. I am going to be rethinking my image strategy over the next week and sadly you may end up with more of my photography going forwards.

May your day be blessed in all the very best ways no matter what unexpected things come to your door.
Sending love and light,
Raine

Hi Dear Friends,This morning’s piece is again me just processing my world. Texas in summer is a thing to behold. There i...
08/20/2026

Hi Dear Friends,
This morning’s piece is again me just processing my world. Texas in summer is a thing to behold. There is a specific stillness to an August morning where the heat doesn’t just surround you—it feels alive, rising straight out of the dirt to meet the heavy air. That transition from the quiet dawn to the oppressive midday sun changes the environment entirely, pushing past your skin until the season feels completely internal. It is a fleeting, heavy snapshot of summer right before the wind shifts and carries the quiet away.

May you take the time to breathe in the morning and find the quiet in the space in which you live. Have a blessed day.
Sending love and light,
Raine

Dear Friends,There is a specific kind of suffocation that happens when you try to shrink yourself to fit into the molds ...
08/19/2026

Dear Friends,

There is a specific kind of suffocation that happens when you try to shrink yourself to fit into the molds people build for you. You look up one day and realize you can’t tell the difference between their hopes for your life and your own actual dreams. Writing this piece was my way of processing the quiet, heavy battle of taking my identity back. Healing isn’t a neat, pretty line—it’s a fierce reclamation of your own soul. It means choosing to be raw and bruised for a while so you can finally start fresh with the acceptance that who you are in the root of yourself is good enough.

May you never lose your connection to who you are in the noise of who other people want you to be. Your worth isn’t dependent on the value that you create or give to other people.
Sending you love and light,
Raine

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