Magma Star
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Geologist and poet, author of 5 poetry collections.
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The Price of Freedom and the Path Back to Myself
They say diamonds are created under incredible, crushing pressure, buried deep within the earth where no light can reach them. But nobody tells you how much that pressure hurts while it lasts. Nobody warns you about the darkness, the suffocation, and the agonizingly slow passage of time before the transformation finally happens.
By Magma Starabout 4 hours ago in Confessions
Geology of the Soul: Scars, Mines, and the Scent of Freedom
As a geologist, I spent my life studying rocks, the ancient layers of the earth, and the immense, unseen force with which nature shapes the world. I know how mountains are formed through violent collisions and how rivers carve valleys over millennia. But I learned the hardest, most profound geology on my own skin. I learned that the most valuable crystals are never found resting easily on the surface; they are formed deep in the dark, under a crushing pressure that would turn an ordinary stone to dust.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Humans
Malachite Soul: The Art of Dancing Through Life
If you ask me what stone I am, I will not tell you I am granite. Granite is hard, unchanging, and cold. I am malachite. My soul spills from a deep green forest into the celestial blue of the ocean. I am a stone that breathes, that adapts to light and people, carrying romance and softness, but also an indestructible structure. Like a fish in the sea, I do not trudge through life – I dance. My strength is no longer in banging my head against a wall, but in that elegant movement with which I bypass obstacles. My adaptability is not a weakness; it is my supreme intelligence of survival.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Wings of a Lioness: The Geology of Inherited Pride
People often ask me where I get the strength to pack my entire life into two suitcases and head into the unknown. Where do I get that step that never falters, neither in the cold Canadian North nor under the elegant skies of France? The answer doesn't lie in geographic maps, but in an old photo album, my mother's oversized ring, and that blue flight attendant's cap that is worth more to me than any crown. My courage is not my own doing – it is the dowry left to me by my mother, a woman who conquered heights with airplanes, and the earth beneath her feet with her unwavering character.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Families
The Geology of a Proud Step: How to Stay True to Yourself Abroad
They say that living in a foreign country is a process where you slowly lose yourself, until you become a shadow of what you once were. I say it is a geological process. We do not disappear; we merely settle into new layers, becoming harder, more resilient, and crystallizing under the pressure of unfamiliar streets.
By Magma Starabout 5 hours ago in Journal
23:00 at Snap Lake: Diamond Hunters and the Aurora Borealis
The Arctic does not offer its treasures easily. To find a diamond in the Northwest Territories is not a matter of luck; it is a matter of endurance, of staring through a microscope until your eyes burn, and of surviving a landscape that wants to push you out. As the clock on my wrist neared 23:00, I sat by the log fire and realized that I was no longer an outsider. I had become a silent witness to the earth’s most guarded secrets.
By Magma Star3 days ago in Journal
Strength Without Words
We have traveled a long road together through these stories—from the first encounter and the pain of betrayal to the maturity of middle-age love and the war between the heart and the mind. Now, we arrive at the most important destination: the sanctuary of the present moment. True strength isn't always found in loud victories or grand gestures. Sometimes, it is found in the quiet room where we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, knowing that we are watched over by a love that doesn't need words to be felt. This is my promise to myself and to the peace I have finally earned.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
The Accidental Meeting
Life has a strange way of testing our progress. Just when we think we have mastered the art of "choosing ourselves," the past reappears at a corner, unannounced. An accidental meeting can feel like a sudden earthquake, shaking the foundation of the strength we worked so hard to build. This poem captures that terrifying moment of standing face-to-face with a ghost who never said goodbye—and the difficult realization that to survive this time, I cannot be the person I was before.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
Meeting in the Middle of Life
Coming to terms with a love that arrives in the middle of life is a quiet revolution. It is a different kind of heartbeat—one that carries the weight of history, the faces of our children, and the scars of previous endings. After the illusions of youth fade, we are left with a simple, profound need for companionship that doesn't demand we erase who we were. In this part of my journey, I explore that delicate balance between the fulfillment found in my children and the specific, quiet yearning for a partner who understands the "middle" of the road.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
The Illusion of Love
Following the peace I found in "The Encounter," I had to face a harder truth. Love isn't always a lighthouse; sometimes, it’s a mirror that reflects our own willingness to settle for less than we deserve. We often stay silent not because we are weak, but because we are trying to hold onto a ghost. This poem is about that delicate, painful threshold—knowing the lie, feeling the betrayal, yet choosing to stay for one more heartbeat, until the soul finally decides it has had enough.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
The Encounter
There are mornings when the weight of the past feels like a thick fog. After everything I have survived—the battles with health, the quiet halls of loss, and the echoes of a life I had to leave behind—I found that my greatest fear wasn't the noise, but the silence. I was afraid that if I stopped talking, I would disappear.
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
