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Dear Santa, I don't know what I want this Christmas. I rarely feel comfortable buying something unnecessarily, especially at Christmas time. Money, obligations, priorities, such an adult mindset. This is what happens when children grow up. I have two beautiful daughters of my own. They have enjoyed doing our daily advent, and prepping for your arrival. Buying gifts for them, this year, was a stresser. Unforgivingly, society defines happiness with materialistic. The constant advertising, promotion that money equals successful, and lack of government help eligibility haunts so many adults. Do I choice to buy a $300 Christmas and not cover rent or do I cover rent, and teach my children gratef...
The greatest of views can never be seen at the foot of a climb. Height is the best of accomplishments, firstly for the self, then to inspire others.
Deprived from the necessities as a young girl, Camelia spends her fortune on clean water efforts and food provision charities. She'll never forget from where she came.
#deprived #niva #WOW
Outside the heavens,
Lord calls me home.
" I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be. God's refining fire came and rescued me. It encompassed all that burdened thy, Released me anew, and set me free! " ~ Nova
Prompt inspired by Promptuarium via WordPress
I'm most thankful for the presence of Faith & Hope in every setback!
Every Passing Year
This year is like the last, and the one the year before.
Bittersweet acceptance that you're not coming through
Our hearts are so heavy, knowing you're not here,
It never gets easier, no matter which passing year.
We gather and we pray, giving thanks for those we love.
And request the faithful guidance from those up above.
Love brought you to us, and to love you have returned,
We're so blessed for the gift of which creates our yearn.
✨Dedicated to all of our angels this holiday season✨
Never allow your emotions to blur your boundaries of love. When you're in love , the truth can be so pretty when it's wrapped in vibrant and ambitious paper...... But what's inside doesn't change, whether it's wrapped or not; and what's inside is what matters.
So much in my heart and so little can be said.
This is so new, so foreign... It's not pain in a sense of loss
But of missing him. Doing what's best for someone else
Isn't always easy, oh how true that is.
He needs time, so he can cope with his recent changes.
I can't imagine the emotions he's going through.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Thankfully, this will too.
God, please just grant me patience.
Dear my heart :
I met you nearly two years ago, oblivious to how precious you'd become to me... How pivotal and necessary you are to my existence. I never thought I'd say that. I never thought, not for a moment, that I'd meet the one. You, not only, are everything I've pictured in my " ideal man", but also so, much more I didn't know I needed. You are inspiring, an outstanding father, and someone who is constantly pushing me to grow.
Most would say I'm too difficult to love, that you should stay away from me, and that I'm complex and complicated. A few would have my back from the beginning. They would say my genuine emotions and depth are what makes me, me. They would s...
Navajo Spirit Guide
She was a quiet girl, kept to herself. She smiled with her eyes, as if her expression bid the recipient Good Day!
When she wasn't working her afternoon shift, at the family casino (oh the wretched noise!!), she enjoyed quiet reading by the lake. She also enjoyed walks through the museum, exploring hidden caves on the land, and sitting in the trees, among the birds.
Nature provided her with such ease and joy.
It was within the Navajo blood to be one with the surroundings. She and her people used all parts of the earth to meet their needs.
On this particular Friday morning, her spirit felt extra light. Something wonderful was about to happen; she could feel it.
More than ever, Joe is determined to enjoy the small things in life. He had spent the better half of this year, in the hospital. When the doctors spoke with him about his treatment options, he declined all offers. There was no way to really enjoy life, laying in some semi personalized room, hooked to machines, being poked and prodded.
The trail to the lake was about a mile. Joe took his time, ensuring that he doesn't push himself too hard. The birds were singing; he could hear about six different kinds of them. The breeze sure felt wonderful, warm but cool at the same time. Joe got cold quickly these days, but he didn't allow that to keep him inside.
Finally, there it was, the lake with a...
A new month has arrived.
A new chance to make life great.
A fresh start to your story.
A blank slate.
An empty page.
And a wide selection of freshly unused colored ink..
Calling you by name✒️
I hope everyone had a safe and adventurous Halloween!
Walking the streets at night,
Prostitution, bar scene hopping,
Strung out, asking for a fight.
Riding the elevator,
Crossing the street,
Hosting a homeless stranger,
Everything has the slightest bit
Of unpreventable danger,
Happy Sunday to you all here in our Lettrs family!
I just need solitude,
A pen and some paper!
Let the music play;
The nonsense world just fade away!
Words flow, heart to page,
Talent rare in today’s day and age.
Thoughts and feelings,
All I need to say,
Flowing down the page.
" He ran for the bus and barely made it. He sat down and looked around. When his eyes met hers, she smiles...."
" Never before did love feel so real!" she thought.
" What the fuck's my name?" He asked himself.
"He's so handsome, with his professional attire and briefcase!" Her thoughts continued.
"How could she pay me any attention?" He asked himself.
"Because, you're nervously fidgeting, and it's incredibly adorable!" She answered, and stepped off the bus.
He sat there, with cheeks wearing every hue of red.
With a single bite,
Tenderly on her neck;
He visits his precious Graceland.
Delicately, but with pure intense pleasure, She
Legs weak with desire.
Oh what he does to her!
Her body feels like hot lava,
His fragrance is the oxygen
That fans the heat,
Dangerously, lushiously, deliciously.
In the single second he nibbles, anywhere and
everywhere... On any inch of her body, All the ordinary of the day Fades, and an extraordinary place awaits. When he ties the blindfold tight... She begs with
tenderness.. leaving her with heightened
sensations right from the start. He knows what a gift.. this Queen .. is to him. He delivers to her nothing Less than unspeaka...
11:00 pm (last night):
I'm up fighting my internet.
2:00 am (this morning):
My girls are full of life, in their bedroom.
They're still awake, or awake again, I don't know which.
I'm doubled over with stomach pain, nausea and finally going back to sleep.
Right now :
I've yet to feel connected to my life and register anything that's happened today.
My girls are deeply distracted with one another, imagination, and not fighting!!!
If I was capable of making time stand still in my life, I would feel the utmost panic. I briefly contemplated some super significant use of the ability, only to realize how that would only benefit me.
We all coexist. Every step we take, every word we speak, and every action we perform affects those who follow. The majority of the time, we don't think it matters, or we don't think about that at all. It is reality though, that humans coexist, and we all directly or indirectly impact each other.
For this reason, I wouldn't want to have time stand still. Should that happen, in just my life, how would that influence the lives of others? I believe that would alter their reality, maybe Even chang...
Aaaaaahhhhh, to be home again!!
It's one of the best feelings I've ever known.
I'm lucky, I realize. For some, home is a far off dream...for others, it's a piece of "the impossible".
When I hear the word home, I think about my boyfriend and our children. We're all in this life... We're all one family, despite the dynamics. We are a nontraditional unit, one father with six children, one mother with two. Among our eight babies, there's 2 who are almost 3, a 5, and 5.5 yr old, a 9 year old, then three in the double digits. How we've gotten here doesn't matter.
That's what brings me to my definition of home, a place where or simply with those who show love you. Distance, time, biology, r...
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🧡🧡