In that moment, she saw it.
The brightest, most beautiful shooting star.
She closed her eyes; whispered her wish.
She gently kissed her cupped hand;
Rose them high; setting them free.
In that moment, she saw it.
The brightest, most beautiful shooting star.
She closed her eyes; whispered her wish.
She gently kissed her cupped hand;
Rose them high; setting them free.
Good Morning ~ Happy Tuesday! I’m sipping my coffee ( Seattle’s Best Port Blend is my favorite!!)
This image really caught my attention! My fears are just as aggressive and dangerously inhibiting as these alligators! I’m sure you can relate.
Thankfully, when we recognize the alligators in the swamp, we can hold on to faith and hope to keep us. I personally believe I would literally lose my mind if not for my faith.
What are these ideas anyway?
Hope is believing in what can’t be seen.
Faith is believing the unseen to come to being!
They’re might might ideas… and they’re for everyone. Spiritual, religious, atheist or whatever.
If we all practiced putting hope in situations and faith into ourselves, I know we’d build self confidence and overcome. I know we’d be victorious and feel proud.
Maybe it’s worth a try? Maybe the possibility is worth another chance? I know you’re worth having faith. I know you’re worth keeping hope!
The universal alignment showed me this as soon as I opened Pinterest. Is it a sign? I’d like to believe so. The saying goes,
” It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
So this evening, as I say farwell to one of the hardest weekends I’ve been through, I look forward to these coming days of healing.
How about all of you? Does anyone feel a sense of transition in the midst? Anyone feel a sense of change in a situation? I pray that healing patches up all the hurt you carry. I pray that you recognize the light shining and allow yourself the new opportunities your future is meant to have.
Namastè Sweet Souls
After a blast of play in the water from the hose, we’re settling down for French toast and yogurt covered rainsens! These two are my reason for living!!
This is how I spent this holiday ; my self care choice. I’ve lived in this same apartment for four and a half years. This is the very first time I’ve had the space and flowers to plant! By no means is it home and garden magazine material but I sure do love it!! 🌷🌼🌸
Have you ever felt a low that just silences your entire existence?
The one that says “Is this you again, complaining about your woes and dreds? No one cares, especially since today’s a national holiday, remembering those who sacrificed hella lot more than you have… So stop your bitching!”
No? Oh… That’s good! I wouldn’t wish that for you, because it doesn’t feel good.
This spiritual war, the good verses the evil that coexists… Is EXHAUSTING for hsps. As soon as I feel I’m on the upside, a wave of utter disbelief will challenge my foundation of stability.
Right now, I’ve had more doors slammed in my face in the past two weeks than I can remember of a lifetime. The most unthinkable hurtful things I never dreamed of happening are actually happening. The injustice and mistreatment is thick with people’s problems that of which they blame me.
Sure, I accept that when I’m doing well, evil will be a stronger force to reckon with, but so much at once leaves a person shaking with Anxiety. This has for me.
I’m typically super strong. I’m typically the hand that’s lifting others up… Right now, I’m angry and I’m tired. Tired of fighting to justify myself. I’m tired of fighting to get ahead and financially secure. I’m tired of repeating myself. I’m tired of who expecting “loved ones” to treat me like family. I’m tired of questioning myself if I’m a fuck up with something seriously wrong. I’m tired of being the strong one all the time. I’m tired of all this coming at me at once. I’m just tired.
Yes, of course I know this will pass. Things will change. Things will get better. I know I need to apply some self care. I know prayer will help. Right now, in this moment… I just hear my mind saying you have no family. You don’t have any closer friends to visit you. Your complicated love life is because you don’t deserve something normal. You’re not meant to get financially ahead but rather always struggle… And you just suck and no one likes you.
And if I don’t post about my “stuff”, or tag anyone in tweets… I’m invisible. No one asks.. Maybe it’s assumed I’m just ok.
We remember. We will always remember. My daddy served in the Navy & Air Force. My brother served in the Air Force.
— Read on mynamaste365online.blog/2018/05/29/memorial-day-2018/
Song that best defines Memorial Day, in my opinion:
Song with war in the title:
Soundtrack song in a movie with a War Theme:
This was shared with me on Facebook. It’s a bittersweet reminder of life’s preciousness! On this holiday weekend, during this mental health awareness month, may we remember all those we’ve lost, and all those left to carry on.
A battle can be on enemy turf or the forefront of someone’s mind. It can be the edges of dusty deserts or disgusted rosy checks on smiling faces. We never know.
“If I had my life to live over…
Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything.
My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind.
If I had my life to live over again I would have waxed less and listened more.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the “good” living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored.
I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television … and more while watching real life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted.
I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for a day.
I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical/wouldn’t show soil/ guaranteed to last a lifetime.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more I love you’s … more I’m sorry’s … more I’m listening’s … but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it … look at it and really see it … try it on … live it … exhaust it … and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.”
WE MUST LIVE LIKE WE’RE NOT GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE.. BECAUSE WE’RE NOT.
Suicide, mental health, and it’s impact on men!
3 Years – A letter to Jay ‹ Missing My Husband ‹ Reader — WordPress.com
— Read on wordpress.com/read/blogs/114463822/posts/671
Dear Men, I Hear You ‹ mumfromtheburbs.com ‹ Reader — WordPress.com
— Read on wordpress.com/read/blogs/146628009/posts/259
Bryony Gordon, Alastair Campbell and Sue Perkins are among the subjects writing their feelings on their faces
— Read on www.theguardian.com/society/2018/sep/30/brave-words-a-photographic-project-is-helping-people-with-mental-health-issues-express-how-they-truly-feel
Thank you so much you guys 💜💛🧡💖!! I’m so humbled and look forward to seeing what’s to come!!
I wanted to ask if any of you would be willing to write up a testimony about your thoughts regarding my blog and me. I value all feedback and would be honored to have a few entries to display. If you choose to write one, would you please leave me a comment, letting me know?!
You know who this is?
If you know anything about sports, you know this face. He’s notorious for his infamous ” The Malice at The Palace” moment. What you may NOT know, he’s taken control of his mental health and had recieved therapy! This short fused hothead now speaks about his days since… Including thanking his psychiatrist after his 2010 NBA winning shot against the Celtics.
Men struggle with mental health too. It doesn’t mean they’re weak and any less masculine! Guys, I can’t empathize this enough. It’s OK TO NOT BE OK!! It’s ok to verbalize, even recognize, what you’re feeling! You must believe that because you’re just as human as is females. Sports players, celebrity musicians, and many more influential people feel the same.
I feel this particular angle of Mental Health needs awareness. If any of you see any recent articles similar to this, please tag me.
A CBT look at Maslows ‘characteristics of self-actualizers’ … – Veronica Walsh’s CBT Blog Dublin, Ireland
— Read on iveronicawalsh.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/a-cbt-look-at-maslows-extended-hierarchy-of-needs/amp/
I adore art, of most kind! The freedom to express oneself is such a gift. I simply can’t imagine a life, limited to how I can say what I lack with words!
These ballerinas are such a sweet attraction to this area. They’re a piece by the Polish artist Malgorzata Chodakowska.
You can read more about her unique art here 🙂
Go ahead, laugh your butt off🍑🍑😂😂 Little jiggle wiggle giggle for your Saturday morning 😀
John created this super cool, and pretty unique, challenge. Thank you for bringing it to my attention so that I may participate!
Emotional Girl~ Terri Clark
Sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I do both,
& I don’t know why!
….. just as the song says😉
I’m usually such a positive and free spirited soul. I flow where the wind takes me. When my spirits are high, I am more interested in everything… And trying new things.
She woke this morning, her phone resonating his ringtone. He sent her a sweet kiss emoji face and a thoughtful text that’d assist her with improving her future. Those little gestures warm the dark places in her heart.. The places where self doubt and pain feast.. When others, those who are biologically related, dismiss her without a blink.
She was thankful that she felt the warmth, because the unchained heart is that of healing.
The girls were able to sleep in. The previous day was exhausting; and they went to bed much later than usual. It was a stressful start to their Thursday; but, they made it through. By afternoon, momma was feeling much more like herself, and needed to get a few tasks finished.
(Here’s the arrangement, for the moment)
Once the coffee was made (oh the yummiest smooth blend of Deliciousness!), she jumped on the tasks of her phone. The extra effort, walking, clipping coupons, taking surveys, scanning barcodes, has been well worth it when she’s needed to rewards. In addition to such tasks, she spent time adding some positivity to social media. There’s to much negativity.
The list of To Do is a mile high :
Dishes need done.
Laundry needs washed.
Floors need mopped.
There’s home improvement projects to finish.
Right now, though, the breeze is blowing and the temperature perfectly comfortable. The girls are content and occupied. So much feels so good right now…
And for that she is abundantly thankful!
Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… Just be my friend.
~ Albert Cumus
It does that. Mind of it’s own; telling my whole heart the ugliest of truths. Going to bed, heartbroken.
I see you
When you’re smile like there’s nothing wrong.
I hear you
When you’re laughing, and saying ” I’m alright”.
I see you
When you’re out with friends and the talk of the table.
I hear you
When you close your eyes; and your dreams speak.
Between the lines that others read,
Is a story all of it’s own.
It’s not hidden, it’s just unrecognizable to most.
But I see it; and I hear it.
It’s not comfortable, it’s distributing to say the least.
But I’ve seen it, and I’ve heard it before…
Because I’ve been there.
I was you.
I was selected by the lovely Brenda, aka ghostmmnc, to participate the Quote Me Challenge.
The theme for the quotes is Expression.
It’s okay to disagree with the thoughts or opinions expressed by other people. That doesn’t give you the right to deny any sense they might make. Nor does it give you a right to accuse someone of poorly expressing their beliefs just because you don’t like what they are saying. Learn to recognize good writing when you read it, even if it means overcoming your pride and opening your mind beyond what is comfortable.
~ Ashly Lorenzana
She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air — in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one.
On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat — semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her — none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality — so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged.
Charlotte Brontë, Shirley
I’m going to leave this nomination for whomever wishes to participate 🙂
If you don’t persist, and work through every step, in the proper order, you will eventually end up in that loop (hole) you tried so hard to avoid.
Here’s the simple recipe 🙂 You lovelies, who’ve never had one, can make a batch of 5 dozen, with this set of instructions. Enjoy 🥜🍫
These Buckeye candies are not hard to make at all and can be used for festive Christmas gifts! Buckeyes are peanut butter balls that are dipped in chocolate a bite sized treat that is absolutely delicious, the chocolate and peanut butter melt in…
— Read on hubpages.com/food/How-to-make-buck-eyes
Here’s why you should live in Ohio:
Buckeyes (the chocolate peanut butter eye rollin yummy goodness)
Buckeyes / Browns (Huge Football Fans State)
Autumn is a beautiful mixture of luscious colors.
Cities are close to natural wildlife areas.
We are without scorpions.
Our Winters aren’t too terribly cold.
The Spring blooms are gorgeous!!
Rainbows!! (More so because we are boarding Lake Erie.)
John Legand came from Ohio.
We don’t often have major natural catastrophic events like Earthquakes, Forrest Fires, Dust Storms, Flooding, Droughts, Tornadoes.
We have hills, rather than mountains; therefore, we are without the insanity of bears, mountain lions, exc showin up for dinner.
We have beaches for the leisure beach hums.
We have a Northern area full of Amish goods and services.
We have an amusement park for the adrenaline junkie.
Ohio has the biggest candy store in North America.
We have some great shopping malls.
There’s so much talent here!
I live here 😂😂😂😂
Just incase you were thinking about moving here lol.
Hey Beautiful Souls=) I dearly hope you’re healthy and well, happy and excited about life. I hope you’ve taken time to love on yourself and have met your own needs. You deserve to have that. You master just as much as every one else in this world.
How have I been you might be asking yourself? Well thank you for thinking of me. I’m grateful for the consideration. Physically, I’ve been exhausted. The three of us have all suffered with allergies from the Spring blooms. It’s been so bad up here. I’ve been quite frustrated by it. Calandra had a high fever last week. I thought she was going to end up in the ER. She did end up in my bed… So mommy hasn’t slept much lately.
Emotionally, I’m a windchime in a thunder storm: drastically thrown in all directions and making my presence known. My sister’s wedding is in July and I’ve only known about it for a short time. The way I found out was pretty hurtful. I doubt I’ll have any money saved for a ticket. I wouldn’t know who’d watch my girls either.
Business is going well. This past Saturday was day one in the field. It was insightful to say the least. His knowledge on this subject astonishes me!! I love listening to and learning from him. He motivates me in ways he’ll never know.
Life post having turtles had felt really odd. They’ve laid in their pool, right across from my bedroom door, for months. I would check on them, as I walked past. Sometimes I’d stop and talk to them. If just feels so odd they’re no longer here.
I’m really thankful for those of you on Twitter. It’s so great to have access to likeminded individuals instantaneously! There’s nearly daily threads, and constant updates from other bloggers. I, again, encourage you who don’t have an account to consider creating one. Kristian, Sunny, IrishGirl, Andrew, The Wellness Blogger, and Romani, are already on there and keeping me company.
This allergies stuff has had me so drowsy. I do apologize for not completing challenges and posting much. I promise to be back into my swing of things as soon as possible!
For now, be blessed. Speak love. Live your truth and spread kindness.
As the day breaks,
And time they take,
to sip coffee, they make,
By the refreshing lake.
Content with the destined fate.
It breaks my heart that this illness wins as often as it does! We’re human, and we all fight hard… Pushing forward
Past the lies that are layed at our feet
Past the labels we carry on our skin
Past the fear of others criticism and judgment
Past the anxiety that comes with expectations
But, we’re only human…
This is why Mental Health Check ups are important. Seeing a psychiatrist, visiting a friend, talking with a Pastor or Spiritual Leader… Please don’t give up on yourself. Please don’t give up on those you love.
Columbine survivor Austin Eubanks found dead at 37 – CNN
— Read on amp.cnn.com/cnn/2019/05/18/us/columbine-survivor-found-dead/index.html
My beloved turtles have passed away. I’m so heartbroken! I got so attached to them!
I’m legitimately really upset:(
Not long ago, I started what’s called a Traveling Blog Journal. You can read my original post about it here. Thus far, our journal had travel to Maryland to visit Kristian. Next, it traveled to Minnesota to visit Joy. From there, the journal ended up in Massachusetts with Heather! You can read about each destination on the page widget I’ve placed in my profile.
” Each person who is tagged, please tag someone to do the next post, and create a pingback to the original post ” (link in the “here” above)
I decided I’m going to go next, since there was a stop in the route.
I’m a BORN – N – RAISED Ohioian:) The hospital where I was born no longer has a NICU unit. The small town of which I was raised is called Bellaire ( just like Fresh Prince). It’s a super small industrial town, lining the Ohio River.
I now live in Cleveland, OH.
I never thought I’d live here… Or have ANY reason to stay here… Time most certainly changed that.
Some of my favorite things about home:
Restaurants of all kinds, from mom and pop stops to a variety of cuisine!
Cleveland is full of amazingly designed interior and exterior buildings.
There’s pleasantly just as wildlife as there is city life to enjoy!
Thank you for stopping by! I’m sending this traveling Blog Journal to its next lucky visitor, Julie!!
Sing to my soul,
The songs of your dreams
Take my hand, and let me
Fill your heart with my love,
Lead us to the sweet taste
Of yesterday memories
And sit with me as the
Sunsets paint the sky,
My love… Let’s do
Life Together 🌼
In dedication to the man I love ❣️
~💚~ Welcome to Mental Mingling ~💚~ Mental Health Awareness Month Meet & Greet! ~ Week #3 ~ May 17, 2019 💚
~💚~ Welcome to Mental Mingling ~💚~ Mental Health Awareness Month Meet & Greet! ~ Week #3 ~ May 17, 2019 💚 ***Update*** Important Notice ***
— Read on beckiesmentalmess.blog/2019/05/17/💚-welcome-to-mental-mingling-💚-mental-health-awareness-month-meet-greet-week-3-may-17-2019-💚/
(I’m playing catch up)
Silently, sit with yourself, in the middle of nowhere. The world around you wants to teach you about notable miracles and profound magic.
Before you can tell me who you are not, you must know who you are.
Where to begin?
The order of events of my life never cease to astound me. I realize what I never do in storms, is this:
“Why me?! I’ve been through enough. Why is this happening to me.”
I also rarely stay in this mindset:
“God, here I am again. When something goes wrong, the chain of events in the same follow. Why can’t something go right.”
I know there’s an intended purpose for every occurrence I face. I know the occurrence is either teaching me a lesson of my past, or preparing me for my future. Nothing occurs for us to remain complacent and comfortable.
I’m thankful I realize I don’t need to be or remain idle.
I found this and it seems to be the significant message that Repeating itself on social media lately.
Hiya everyone! Just wanted to say Good Morning. We made through another Monday; let’s bring on the rest of the week. How did everyone sleep? I don’t feel rested at all. I sure hope this magic of coffee kicks in soon. My youngest daughter still isn’t feeling well. Our allergies have been a bit crazy due to the seasonal blooms. I hope you all are feeling joy and happiness today.
Enjoy your day!
I’ve been on both sides of this coin. I’ve earned my place to speak on the subject… And I’ve been given my right to speak up about the hellish nightmare it creates.
For those in pain, like David was, I understand you want the pain to stop… But, it won’t until you choose to live through, heal, and past it. Like David, you have access to a hotline… Individuals who WILL listen. You have access to complete strangers here, who DO care! You have access to legalized Weed in the event of unbearable physical pain. There’s resources available.
But, what’s not going to happen is your pain stopping if you choose to take your life! Let me repeat that, your pain WILL NOT stop just because you choose to take your life… It won’t. Accept it… Face it… Repeat it… Do whatever necessary for you to get it… Your pain, this immense pain and grief that you feel… That’s haunting you and robbing you of sleep… That’s stealing your joy and happiness… That’s sucking the life out of you… That pain… Will just be placed on the shoulders of those you leave behind… You’re choosing to throw the batton at them… When they’re even not in the race. You’re handing over your pain, expecting them to breathe and smile… And live and work and parent and be… When you weren’t responsible enough to do that.
I was 28… with an 18month old baby. He wasn’t thinking about OUR daughter… or the HELP THAT IS AVAILABLE! He overdosed… abandoning My Zivah! Suicide IS selfish! It doesn’t stop the dead’s pain but passes it on to the Living!…
If you hurt this much, do something about it! There’s options for you. No one else can make you, and no one else can change you… No one else can decide this for you, and no one else should….
He abandoned his daughter! Every single day I’m excessively protective Of MY ZIVAH… and I couldn’t even keep this away from her. See the “survivors guilt” and “hurt pain and suffering”…. It’s hell. Don’t do this to those you say you love… Because suicide solves NOTHING!!!!
You can find this unique challenge on Ronavons blog, here 🙂
Slip & tip
Coffee drip, drip, drip.
Two in a row! I truly have been #blessed!!
I was able to send in a rebate for a free smart watch, take a two solid hours nap, and visit the zoo with Zivah!! Sure it was drizzling BUT it was so much fun!!
I was earning money walking anyway, so I was all for it!
Now, we’re home relaxing and watching Dumbo🐘 We saw them, Dingos, Mini Ponies, the Cockatoo, Lionesses, Lion, and Flamingos.
Here’s some photos from the zoo.
Renard casts a positive vibe cast upon our WordPress Community! New bloggers, you’ll enjoy this 🌼🌼
7 Things That Great Bloggers Have In Common
This is being created to fulfill the Freedom of Expression Challenge, weekly chosen prompt “photograph”. You can read more about this unique challenge here 🙂
My first form of interpretation is my all-time favorite form of expression: music!
My next form of expression is through laughter! Here’s a few photographs that’ll leave you in stitches: