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He's never seen anything like it before. People, in the most vibrant colors, were coupled everywhere. Men were lovingly embracing the waist of his lover. Women were gliding through the huge crowd, with their love in hand. The cheers and screaming of the parade erupted moments ago. There was no prevention of affection. There was no condemned picketing signs or arrests. There was simply a community, unified by pride, celebrating their individuality. It was so surreal, he had tears running down his cheeks.
" It's painful the judgement of what others don't understand. " He thought, reflecting back to his own horrific coming out to his parents.
" This is the most magical place I've ever seen. "...
Thank you Drew, for sending me such a beautiful stamp! I love the message it carriers; and, I, too, marvel at the design we resemble embodied. There's amazing things that happen under our skin, and we should all me mindful to treat such with care and love.
When I'm physically exhausted, I'm usually mentally drained, as well. It's not a wonder how our mental state affects our physical wellbeing. During those times, I retreat to peaceful nature areas but water. The sound of the creek or stream flowing instantly replaces my stress with peace. When I'm sitting by a lake, I feel it's so vast that all of my troubles can float away, never to return.
Sitting by the lake, here in Cleveland, we'r...
" The sun will always shine and the moon will always glow, she said while staring into the distance. He smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder. As she turns around, he says
" Julia, dear, I have something I need to tell you." His face went flushed, as if he was just hit with the flu.
"Roger, what is it? You look as if you've just seen a ghost." Julia t responded.
"Come, sit next to me."
"Roger, what on earth is the matter?" Julia said in utmost concern.
" I don't know how to tell you this; I really didn't know how to accept it myself. " He added.
" Well, whatever it is, I'm certain we can get through it together!" She reassred Roger.
" But you see," He began," it won't...
The Footsteps of the mind
Are tracks of her mistakes. The choices she was free to make, All the roads that were dead ends. They're the turns that hid the wrong turn signs, and every Tear she ever cried. She walks those steps, Reminding herself, How strong she is. What brought her here, Who she used to be… Then she takes his hand, And they ride off into the sunset.
The Letterist Pooja sent me this beautiful stamp.
It's amazing how much can be said in just a few words.
I love you.
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Here, the power is in two beautiful word: Be Yourself.
I love this stamp because it's a great reminder that I was handcrafted from a blueprint unlike anyone else. When I was born, I possessed a unique combination of character traits, talents, gifts, and abilities. They are " me", and my originality should always be celebrated!
Thank you Pooja, for this wonderful reminder.
I hope it inspires you readers, as well.
The mother knew of baby A;
Was 7 months along, before baby B.
Her children doubled in one pregnancy.
She tried hard; but, her hands were too full.
Momma left them with the neighbor and left.
Five kids in the system.
The father grieves his loss.
Gliding in the porch chair, he anxiously
relives the minutes of hell.
He can't sleep a wink.
The screaming of his family haunts him.
The spikes were hidden,
That night his life stopped.
Pieces of his soul died, forever gone.
Just a second in time.
Once upon a time,
Where now endless tears fall.
The moans, taste of passion
Now that bitter taste of pain.
The bed lays cold,
There they created
Spoke of dreams,
Learning one another.
There they build a future,
A family, togetherness.
Yesterday’s fragrance made her
Sick, but his betrayal
Tortured her soul.
Turn around my friend,
The past offers no advice.
You're moving forward,
Working through your plight.
Yesterday is gone, my friend,
Nothing you can change,
The future is in your hands,
Dream and create your own way.
Her beauty was breathtaking
Her confidence and charm, arousing.
She was a powerhouse, a driving force.
She shook the business industry with passion and diligence.
She contributed to society,
Exemplified integrity & Grace.
She illuminated a hopeful smile, and extended a kindness of her own.
She lived, she dreamed, she did, she believed.
My body is so weird! I have super sensitive ears. When I was growing up, I cried often so my sinuses remained flushed. As I got older and attended college, I realized I have vertigo.
Now, I can count on a day -2 days from the moment I clean my ears, feeling horrible. I'll have a fever and a headache. I'll have no appetite and a nauseous stomach. I'm be super sleepy and irritability.
Before modern day civilization, there was a different process for existing.
It's the concept of codependency.
The natural cycles of seasons, photosynthesis, life, exc happened with every living thing depending on the next to survive. No one species thought, we should advance this mundane routine and change.
When humans decided "advancement equals better", the endangered species list grew.
Since, humans have only added problems to our ecosystem, atmosphere, and animal kingdoms.
Forrest Conservation preserves the natural environment for countless creatures. It contributes to better air quality, and the overall experience for all of us.
We coexist with wildlife.
They were here first. I...
The treasures untold hide in the slumber of yesterday.
Neglected, forgotten, washed away with tears.
Tapped off, closed & sealed, the moments of which forbidden to speak.
Oh contrare, the wisdom it brings forth.
Calling others to light, bringing about clarity.
Stories aren't meant to be unwritten.
The constant change, the Science of gravity, an explanation about magnetic force, and the discovery of motion.
Nothing defines the moments when you cuddle me close, knowing we need not worry about a title or definition to what we are... Just that we're in that moment. The two of us. Just the two of us. Listening to your heartbeating, eases my sorrow tears.
We need not to worry the next hour, yesterday's pain or tomorrow's challenges.
In each other's arms, comfort and peace rest our souls and we peacefully sleep.
Wrapped in deep scars,
heartbroken tears, a painful look,
"Sure, life would be deliciously pleasing if I had a boo. " Amelia thought to herself.
"But, that's not to say it's less wonderful as an independent woman." She said aloud.
She was alone, in her one bedroom upscale townhouse. When she moved to New York City in 2015, she desired a place right in the heart of downtown. Most called her mad for wishing such chaos into her life; but Amelia felt so lucky to have the opportunity that she wanted to experience it to the fullest.
She had just come in the door from a twelve hour day at the office. She's the District Manager of Job and Family Services, Child Protection Services in the area.
Since she was young, herself, she's had a passion for th...
Their embrace felt like home.
Though oceans apart, their love
Endured every challenge.
The tiny drips of water began to fall. With no visibility where they will land, the young droplets fear not. Life simply wouldn't birth their being just to be forever gone to a sepulcher. Down down they go, gaining shape, points and sparkle. They all developed differently, beautifully. Tiny water droplets grow into snowflakes, with no effort of their own. One amazing example of nature's wonders! All drops unique in design.
FILL IN THE BLANKS
OPEN LETTER 2019
1. This year I want more laughter, peace, success, and memories with loved ones. I want less calories, clutter, crying, and confusion.
2. If I had to choose one word to focus on this year, it would be HOPE.
3. I want to stop doing days with insecurities, school days with anxiety, and nights with restless sleep. I want to start teaching my girls necessary life skills: cooking, cleaning, money management.
I want to continue establishing better structure at home, consistent routine, and improving our lifestyle.
4. My greatest worry or concern this year is in God's hands.
5. This year I will embrace my peace of mind. It's the greate...
Harriet was an imaginative and free-spirited 21 year old. Despite her prestige background and family royalty, she always had a hankering for adventure.
One particular afternoon, she sat mesmerized by her endless rows of vibrant flowers. The columbine blooms and coralbells have made their annual appearance, not any less spectacular than the year before. The bees balms and, of course, daisies, also greeted her every morning. Her Hollyhocks and Bellflowers were planted along the east side of the cottage and won’t bloom until last spring- early Summer.
It has been a wild transitioned from Winter to Spring, and her imagination needed fresh air. In...
Dear Nova ❤️,
You're one of the most amazing mothers in this world. I always admire the way you love your girls. Merry Christmas to you, Zivah and Calandra:) May the Lord bless all of you abundantly. Stay blessed!
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...