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When the sweetest aroma floats around you, close your eyes and feel the memory.
When a little light shines in the darkened street, open your heart to the lesson of hope.
When you hear the cry of that sweet precious child, close your arms around him/her... Hold him/her safely.
When you take the first sip of the perfect morning cup of coffee, open your mind to all the possibilities of the day.
When the sun touches the earth, and you gaze up at your moon, don't forget to watch for shooting stars, listen to the dreams whispered into the heavens, taste all the Wonder of yet to be, feel the freedom rush through your veins, and smell the crisp scent winds of change bring.
This world is yours🧡🧡
The year is almost over. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Moments that were excruciatingly painful have passed. You kept hope, sought truths, and never gave in. That's courageous. That's strength you didn't know you had.
In addition to strength, you've rediscovered capabilities and faith you've long since forgotten. Trials have lessons for a reason. In the storms , you forced yourself to find those reasons... And to use them for the better of tomorrow.
You should be so proud of yourself. You've grown intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually. You've faced fears that once stopped you from trying. You've overcome challenges that you never dreamed you could.
Skylark Challenge #160
King Philip sat in solitude within the musty cold air. He was still in dismay from the early morning bombing.
When did his country become so evil? How has his citizens forgotten that only love sustains life? The questions tore at his weakened heart.
"Surely there were signs of such a vicious attack!", he said to himself. “How did I not see them? How could I have failed my people, so?” He could barely finish his thought.
The kingdom, that once thrived in glory and riches, was now a pitiful and shameful pile of rubble and regrets.
This faith he once had also demolished with the building structures. Piece by piece, the recognizable tumbled down, and broke into countles...
He wanted nothing more than her love. To just hold her and love her...
Unfortunately for him, he simply can't hold too tight. Blown up can result in deflation if things get too rough. She doesn't come with a warranty!
" Well Shit " he grumbled frustratingly
She gathered up her luggage and took one last look around.
Years she spent in this place, investing mentally, physically, financially,emotionally, and spiritually.
Even now, she goes breathless when she recalls the disgraceful disservice of her employer, and the shades of death she endured from her ex husband.
She couldn't stay in that memory bank long ; her therapist has worked hard to help her control the traumatic aftermath.
Today, was it...
The new beginning she'd been sitting, wishing, hoping, and praying for, for such a long time. She has been offered a Newspaper Editor position in Miami, FL, and she accepted it.
Florida was miles and miles away from Amsterdam, but Gretchen cou...
To be loved is to never feel it necessary to prove anything to someone. Your behavior will say plenty, and love extends forgiveness.
Everyday, around 3:15, my younger daughter and I arrive at the school in which Zivah attends. Typically, I'll take Sweet Pea(Calandra) to the school playground, because she loves interacting with the other kids and playing on the slide.
Today was no different. We arrived a bit earlier so I could check on Zivah. I believe she's been having a tough time with severe separation anxiety and uncomfortable pain from ingrowning molars. She's spent the end of last week and much of this week, this far, crying :( I wish I knew what's the solution. I am trying to piece this situation apart so I know exactly the issue to tackle. It's truly disheartening.
A few minutes be...
that moment when you look at someone and completely
question everything that you thought made sense.
that moment when you question your life because this
feeling of being complete has settled on you.
that moment when you ache to please someone else, and
their happiness becomes your focus.
that moment when you undoubtedly trust your heart in
someone else's hands.
that moment when you realize you...
Dear Beautiful Being:
I don't know you; and when you read this, you won't know me, either.
I can guarantee two things though,
* We have experienced similar things.
* We are both humans, and we hurt.
Right now, know that you are fabulous, no matter what anyone says!
You’ve made it through every single day, and you’re amazing.
You are capable of whatever you wish to pursue.
You can do anything you want to master.
You will succeed if you set your mind to it.
Although you don’t know me, you can rest assure I believe in you. I have faith in what you are meant to be!
Always have that within yourself!
Yours Truly ~
Another Strong Woman
Adaline walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm sun upon her face. The light felt so refreshing, and the breeze made the temperature comfortable. As she passed the coffee shop window, Adaline caught a glimpse of a man , on one knee, with a black box resting in the center of his fingers. Across from him, sat a dark skinned, giddish fella, hands over his heart, and tears flowing. Time changes things, but what Adaline loved the most is the forever evolutionary component of a "happy ending". She smiled from ear to ear; her heart warm with love for their moment.
As she continued her walk, she passed an adorable second hand mother's thrift store front window. The bear was brown, a chocolate...
The clouds cry soft and salty tears.
Mother Earth grieves for the condition it is in.
Our mistake is carelessly treating it as though we're granted another.
The trees liberate the oxygen they can.
The bees struggle to stay alive.
The deer wonder onto front lawns, and
Squirrels can't decide which side of the street.
The night hours are no longer safe,
Doors can't be kept unlocked.
Our land is polluted with laziness
And our oceans are giant animal traps.
What must happen before this chapter ends, and
We learn to be one again.
The biggest mistake I've ever made is feeling contentment in my comfortable. That stagnicity and idleness is musty. It's a life colored with dull and boring, waiting for death. I can't handle that consequence. Life is far too vast, knowledge far too much, feelings far too deep, and experience far too liberating for a small box.
The mother did the best she could, with two young children in the cart.
One was screaming for candy, and the little guy had tears streaming down his sweet pinkish cheeks. If one were to see him, he or she would guess easily, this cutie was going through a painful teething spell.
Snacks, binkies, blankets, diaper bag... Momma is expected to have it all. The short-term needs of her family, her reliability she prides herself... But, it's difficult. Her mind is pulled into too many directions. She feels, at this very moment, her eyes fill with tears. She wants to abruptly hault her life and meltdown too.
Instead, she grabs the wheat bread from the shelf, and continues towards the peanut butte...
There's no way to see invisibility.
The pain a heart carries.
The brokeness a soul feels.
Secrets locked in a dark corner
Of a person's memory.
There's no way to see the future.
The moment when she cries
Again and again, and the moment
He took his last breath.
There's no way to see silence.
When she's smiling.
When it's raining,
And she's home, alone.
There's lots we can't see..
But there's one thing that we
That can work miracles.
It's the kindness of a hug
And the comfort of good words.
Our stories have parts no one sees..
But, love unifies, restores, and heals.
Always choose kindness.
Together, we share life.
We fight with passion, and
We forgive hard.
We laugh, listen, and love
In every moment we share.
Together, we heal, and break
We talk and mend.
We are a place in time, when love defied all odds...
And our love defined us.
Together we’re stronger, the
Support team in our battles
We’re indefinite, our possibilities are endless.
We are growing.
Together, we complete the puzzle and stop time.
We see all the invisible, hear the unspoken, and face
Together, we’re one..
Together we’re home😘
There within every man lies a purpose, a reason for his/her presence in this life. It's up to us to seek after it. The passion, dedication, and desire to fulfill his/her destiny is the oxygen, waiting to flare the flame. We have this one chance. It's up to us, how we choose to live it. Life is a unique experience. We all have been granted something so extraordinary. Let us all awaken ourselves to our greater purpose, and may we conduct ourselves for the benefit of many future generations. For not a thing we do won't influence one another. Like the drop that gently falls into the water, our choices create ripples. The good will produce fruit. The bad will seek and destroy. Our destinies awai...
Cold along his back,
Carefully the metal laid,
A danger to anyone to
Didn’t know how the street
Game is played.
Heavy at the waist, this tool
Kept him alive.
The old wounds, the deadly
Nights, violence was how he strived.
When daytime fell, and the street lights came on..
He packed heavily and set out
To face and seize till dawn.
Words to be Used:
She danced on clouds, light on her toes, weightlessly down golden streets of heaven. These past 3 years have been excruciatingly painful: Chemo therapy, phenomena, lots of vomiting and trembling. She wore layers in the summer, despite the naturally humid South Dakota rays. When the temperatures drop below 60, the hospital would heat her private room. Nothing felt good anymore. When she laid alone , she cried until she fell asleep.. Night after night after night.
She knew this day was coming. She long awaited for it, feeling neither destined to see these past 23 years, nor the day she’d get married. Cancer i...
I am shocked that it's been over a month since I've posted on my fridge. Sadly, I lost inspiration here. Life seemed to go from hell high waters to smooth sailing, and I didn't know "what to write about". I'm sure we've all been there, writer's dry spells can be annoying.
I'm sad to hear other writers say they're having trouble with the app, along with me having my own. I've wanted to reply with a personal letter to a pen pal and can't because of the active timing. Why change what isn't broken? I'll never understand.
Anyway, I am now a pretty established blogger, gaining follows by the day. It's a project I never dreamed I'd have, nor a project I'd keep up... But, I ...
Let's play a game:
Will you please join me?
I'm going to list simple directions
you follow them, and record your answers
It really is; I hope some of you join me.
1. Tell me something green within your sight.
2. Look directly behind you and tell me the first thing you see.
3. What model car do you drive?
4. If you take 6 steps forward, 2 to your left, 2 steps backwards, then 8 steps forward, where do you end up?
5. When you hear the word squishy, what comes to mind?
6. The room to your right is what?
7. What's the nearest loud object to you?
8. Are you at work, home, or out in Public?
9. What time is it there?
10. Did you have fun doing this?...
I am drowning, though I put on a brave face.
I constantly tell myself I don’t need you. I don’t want you... I don’t miss you...
Firmly, I can declare such facts...
But, why do I suffer? How do I struggle to hold on, and to reduce my anxiety? What’s going on that I feel so drained of energy, in such a short time, that I could pass out. Why do I feel sometimes, that this is the biggest anxiety attack I’ve ever felt , and it won’t loosen its grip on me?
None of this makes sense. Maybe it’s my hormones. Maybe I’m still working through the chemistry in my thought process that restructures normal in the new. And adaptation with the sudden.
I know so much I don’t miss.. So much of which you ...
I may not agree with
What our country is doing,
I will always love this land.
My heart is grateful for the service of the men, women, and animals that have sacrificed their all. My freedom is a blessing, and today, I celebrate that.