Although occasional muscle spasms are normal, a persistent one can spell trouble. Here’s what’s going on, and when to seek a doctor’s help.
Source: What Muscle Spasms Reveal About Your Health | The Healthy
Day: January 20, 2022
11 Best Vegetables For Weight Loss and How to Eat Them | The healthy
Vegetables are an important part of any eating plan. If your goal is to lose weight, these are the best vegetables for weight loss.
Source: 11 Best Vegetables For Weight Loss and How to Eat Them | The healthy
Your Kitchen Sponge Is the Filthiest Thing in Your Entire House—and Cleaning It Doesn’t Matter | The Healthy
If you cringe at the thought of eating your chicken meatloaf off a toilet seat, we guarantee this will absolutely petrify your inner germaphobe.
NO REGRETS
There are little regrets
The kind I feel I must remember
For next time
Like next time I’ll buy not rent
And then there are the big ones
Like what did I ever see in them
And I have such a bad memory
I left the cheese out last night
I really liked that cheese
He left me on the grass… drove away
I thought I liked that guy
So many regrets
Ring me up
Cash me out
I have a few more purchases
To make today
God forbid I live a moment
With no regrets
In your arms
I'm in your arms but i'm thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don't even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it's not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.
Kiss Me
From the first I knew I'd kiss you a peck to neck, my car my bed your cherry blossoms engulf chemical racing straight to my head so kiss me like nothing matters restore a heart in shatters, my heart bleeds a trial of poetry streaming out like wine, which I'm sure will only stop when your sweet lips meet mine. In your memory I delight as I write poetry tonight. so kiss me as you do like in the world theres only me and you kiss me, replenish me like water kiss me, put an end to this slaughter.
My eyes adored you…
My eyes adored you…
I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if? Haunt them in the quiet of the midnight hours.
I found in an old journal, an old poem written in 1978 and I read the words.
“Beautiful Andrea…
I adore you my Bella, I adore you my dearest Andrea. You befriended me and made me feel worthwhile. My eyes adored you and I remember. Our slow dancing at the High School dances, stealing sweet kisses and talking till we could not. I want to fall into those beautiful eyes and to tell you. I love you. I was chasing war and you were chasing rainbows. I tried to find you and you had left to seek your dreams. I knew I was a careless man. I should…
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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Love
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
Edgar Allan Poe, who was born on this day in 1809, left us this poignant narrative poem about love… and death. This 2022, may we spread the kind of love that neither the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons down under can destroy it.
WEDNESDAY: Work Up the Courage To Do Something You’re Afraid Of
MAKE IT TO ME- Sam Smith
There are so many things in this life that I’d love to do, but feel so shy to do, scared to do, timid to do. Little by little I have broken through small hurdles.. and today, I wanna try to jump over another one.
All my life, I have loved singing. I would sing karaoke through the night, as long as I thought no one could hear me. As soon as I heard a door creak, my throat would close, and I couldn’t get a note out. I would say, the only person that has heard me sing at the top of my lungs is my partner. Thank goodness, 🙏 he allows me to sing through all the road trips, through all the cleaning days without judging me, without complaining that I’m an ear sore 😝.
He make me feel so comfortable to be…
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Far From Home
I am far from the home
where I lived as a child
both time and experiences
make me a stranger there.
Could I go back to that
life of long ago? How is
it that a foreign land seems
more like home now, though
I don’t “fit-in” here either.
Where, on this Earth are
kindred souls, a home
I can call my own?
Yet, I know that home comes
from the heart thus can live
anywhere, finding peace within
and kindred souls
wherever there is love.
The Reluctant Poet 