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A soft check-in to share something small but important: Milliseconds with Lescott will now arrive every Thursday, 6 a.m. I’m choosing slowness — giving each episode more room to breathe. Maybe you need that too.
🌱 preview: gentle pace, soft update, emotional wellness, new schedule
A soft letter to anyone returning slowly to themselves.
Lescott returns gently, reminding you: you are not behind — you are becoming.
Milliseconds with Lescott is back with new soft episodes soon. This is part of our soft return. Expect more tender episodes soon — including series, midnight sessions, soft check-ins, bonus letters, and prayers.
in this Millisecond: just in case no one checked on you today —
this raw audio — a gentle check-in for when the world feels quiet and no one’s asked how you really are. A soft reminder: you are seen, you matter, and you are not alone.
*this one’s a little softer involume — best with headphones.
A gentle 3 a.m. note from Lescott about new adventures, quiet joys, and the soft lessons found in the spaces between. From British reality TV to the art of voice-over, and the quiet fulfilment of tutoring — this episode is a warm, personal update for anyone navigating their own in-between season..
tell me what's worrying you: https://tally.so/r/woaAWO
In This Millisecond —
It’s my birthday. And this moment, this whisper, is a soft goodbye. I share a second encounter with the girl who once made me my first-ever coffee — a quiet, meaningful presence. But mostly, this is a pause. A breath. A gift.
If you’ve been here, episode after episode, thank you. For listening. For staying. For making this space sacred. I’ll be away for a while. But I believe in divine timings. Our paths… they always find a way back.
🖤: If this felt like home, I’d love to send you more. —
https://lescottskywick.substack.com
But instead, she gave me presence. And I think that’s rarer than taste. As I watched her, I wondered what her story might be. Is she always that kind? Was she tired that day? Did she know she was making someone’s first coffee memory?
Maybe she was just doing her job. But maybe, just maybe, it was something more.
🌱🖤: If this felt like home, I’d love to send you more.
https://lescottskywick.substack.com
sometimes we leave. sometimes we come back. not because it’s easy — but because something inside us still believes. this episode is a quiet reflection on choosing again — not with desperation, but with softness. not with fear, but with faith.
🌱🖤: If this felt like home, I’d love to send you more.
https://lescottskywick.substack.com
Leave your feedback note here — safely, quietly: https://tally.so/r/woaAWO
Dear You…
If you’ve ever felt like you had to earn your worth, let me say this slowly — You don’t. You are already enough. Not when you heal. Not when you become “better.” Not when you finally get it all right. Now. Here.
This episode is part of the series: “Letters from a Quiet Soul” — a slow collection of monologues for the tender-hearted.
🌱🖤: Leave your feedback note here — safely, quietly: https://tally.so/r/woaAWO
I speak to you, I’m thinking of the listener who feels like they’ve been holding up the whole sky. If that’s you… this letter is for you. So tonight… let your shoulders drop. Let your eyes close. Let the sky hold you for once.
This episode is part of the series: “Letters from a Quiet Soul” — a slow collection of monologues for the tender-hearted.
🌱🖤: Leave your feedback note here — safely, quietly: https://tally.so/r/woaAWO
Dear You,
If your heart feels tired, it’s because you’ve been carrying too many goodbyes. You’ve been pouring your love into cups with cracks in them — hoping this time, it won’t spill.
This episode is part of the series: “Letters from a Quiet Soul” — a slow collection of monologues for the tender-hearted.
🌱🖤: Leave your feedback note here — safely, quietly: https://tally.so/r/woaAWO
From the publisher's feed
One midnight, I couldn’t journal with trembling hands. Needing someone to talk to, I sat in bed with teary eyes, grabbed my phone and voice-noted myself for hours until my lemon tea grew…
What began as audio letters to my younger self became a path of healing — carrying the heaviness of grief and speaking the words I longed to hear.
For quiet, introspective souls seeking healing from loss, navigating loneliness, and searching for hope — welcome home to slow monologues and audio letters, recorded to heal and comfort.
I am Lescott Skywick.
Just a little lad — healing, documenting life with a mic, a heavy heart, and mounting faith.