“The dog ate my home work !” Students showing up without home work can get really creative with their excuses. Later in adult life you sometimes need an excuse for getting out of a situ…
Source: What excuses do you use when you don’t want to do something? – Salted Caramel
This exquisite beauty is an antique rose named SOUVENIR DE MALMAISON. Sadly she one of the roses we lost last year. We not sure why they perished, but it might have been the excessive spring rains of last spring. Whatever the reason, it was a sad occurrence and I miss this one. Althrough I’ve bought 14 new ones to replace what we lost, she’s a climber and we just didn’t have room for another climber.
All we have is all we need.
All we need is the awareness
of how blessed we really are.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach ~
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“So please, sing me another song.
Let me get lost in you.”
It was the way your voice varied on the wind. That mysterious timbre, sounding like it came from more than one person, singing in some strange harmony. It reminded me of wolves howling in the night and I felt a shiver travel down my spine. But it wasn’t from fear. It felt as though something deep within me awakened. And whatever part of me that was alive at last understood on some cellular level that your voice was the most beautiful thing is ever heard. I knew then. I’d never want to hear anything but the songs you could sing to me.
© Sarah Doughty
So please,
sing me another song.
Let me get lost
in you.
She is a Woman
In her silence there lies conviction and in her troubles there emerge a voice
In her will brings forth compassion and in her indictment there lies a protest for choice
And as calm as the sea on a midsummer day, know that big waves are coming in June
Written for kate’s Friday fun-waves https://aroused.blog/2019/06/08/friday-fun-waves/
Create space for feelings to flow. Emotions are neither good or bad. Only labeling makes it so. Don’t run from challenging emotions. Instead, lean in and ask: “What are you trying to tell me?…
Source: Your emotions have a message for you. – Thriving Under Pressure
There was a time when the imagination ran wild. The time of my childhood when I could look up to the sky and see a million images in the clouds. If I try I can bring back that fanciful way of thinking. I would look up in the sky and see a carriage drawn by four majestic horses or maybe it’s a huge ship sailing away to find the hidden treasures in far of oceans. Or are these pink fairies dancing in the garden. Or is that a golden palm giving shade in an oasis in the desert.
There is absolutely no limit to our imagination and as children we used to use our imagination to see the wondrous and the extraordinary in the most mundane and ordinary things.
Why and when do we stop using our imagination?
I suppose it’s the growing up…
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it was only supposed to be a broken heart– why can i feel it in my soul?
Source: empty – Chris Mc Geown
The Reluctant Poet 