It’s weird… Some words may forever stay in my heart, locked inside. I wonder if there are words locked inside you too.
I am here again, in a very familiar place. Feeling something I’ve felt before. Wondering, hatin’ myself a little, why? Looks like I didn’t deal with it fully before. Too scared of second chances! I’m sure that if I need a third chance, I’ll get it too. It’s coming up again. Recognizing all the signs… Can I deal with it more readily? If this is growth, I’m just thankful, to be alive.
The problem is not that there are conflicts. It is expecting otherwise, and thinking that having issues is a problem. Am I making sense?
Denouement [dey-noo-mahn]: I must learn to love the fool in me who feels too much, thinks too much, takes too many chances. Wins sometimes, and loses more often. Falls easily on love! Hates, and gets hurt. Promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
Holding it together, when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, is true strength…
If I don’t make waves, nobody including myself will know that I am alive.
My surface may seem smooth
Underneath I dwell in confusion
In fear
In aloneness.
I was afraid to take off
Until I took
The gentle
Calming hand of serenity.
I took a step
With new strength
I’d never felt before
I kissed misery, “goodbye.”
I love harmony
So I asked my mind to love simplicity.
I love compassion
So I asked my mind to love forgiveness.
I love happiness
So I asked my mind to love sincerity.
I love peace
So I asked my mind to love serenity.
Hope swells
Dreams froth and spray
Serenity lingers
As I go on my way…
Anniversary Note: Today is exactly a year I opened this account. 488 posts → Pitter-pattering beats of my heart. Thank you so much to the 21 blogs following me, 51 blogs I follow, and to those sweet souls who subscribed to this blog on their own. You will always be a part of my rhapsodies. Come join me for another year or more, as we chase the unexpected beautiful intrusions of life. Thank you so much!
Garlicky Sweetpea Ribbonettes - I just sauteed all ingredients in roasted garlic and extra virgin olive oil. Voila! Ready to serve.
Roasted Chicken - Oppsie! Nah, I didn’t roast these awesome looking birds haha! I don’t have the time, the energy, and the willingness to roast anything now. Lol! I bought these at the nearest Rotisserie. Smells soooo good!
Dinner is served. Let’s eat!
A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, “I better open this one and see what it’s all about.” So he opened it and it read: “Dear God, I am a 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check.”
“Next Sunday is Mother’s Day, and I had invited my last two friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with.” “I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?” The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done. Mother’s Day came and went, and a few days later came another letter from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, “Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving bastards at the post office!”
SOURCE: http://inspireme.net/funny_stories/a-letter-to-god.htm
“Our bodies are our gardens – our wills are our gardeners.” I was so excited going home tonight, I cooked all these! Turkey burgers, and buttered corn & carrots. We have different ways of coping up with the “not so happy” circumstances in life… This is how I do it. I will always cook a lot and feed whoever’s hungry! Hahaha! I always go back to my 2nd love, cooking! Literature, being the 1st, that’s why it’s my major in college, and also the reason why I have tons of books. Sometimes, I dream of opening my own public library. They’re meant to be shared to everyone who loves to read! Maybe that’ll come true in the future. I wish I can make something for dessert, but due to time restraints, chocolates will do. I can’t think of anyone who’ll beg off for the hmmm, bitter-sweet comfort of yummy dark cocoa! Let’s eat!
