@ShashaSelflove 4/11/17 – Calm Your Storm

@ShashaSelflove

Somedays you ask for the storm to calm down, other days the storm is there to calm you down. Seems like all the noise we surround ourselves with provides a tail spin for us to become enclosed in, we can stop the spin or get knocked down by it.

It is hard some days because we give importance to thoughts that have no place of importance, yet somehow they infiltrate our thoughts or emotions and almost become obsessions. We concern ourselves with what people think of us, what people might know about us, what someone may have said in passing and it sinks subconscious somehow and it is all you can think about.

Or we worry about work, the dynamics are very very difficult at work because you do have a function to do but there are so many that want to get in your way or want or throw…

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#49 💜 How d’ya “like” that?!?

knitting with heart

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Hello & Welcome to my 49th episode of the KWH iPad Show! Today’s feature is a Sweetie♥Heart post that I hope you’ll like 🙂

Hey everyone 🙋😘😍 Well, a funny thing happened on my way back from last week’s “blog fog” post

But first, big THANKS for all your visits, comments, shares and likes to any of my posts ❤ Just checked the stats and my humble KWH blog has now passed 40k views… woohoo 🙂 Plus, it’s only the beginning of August and your collective likability has already exceeded the total number of “likes” from last year! Yup, a whole lotta liking going on—including last year’s “likes” blowing the top off the previous year’s “likes” 🙂 Wow… gotta say, I like what you did there 😉 You’re all on my rather lengthy shortlist of blogs to “like” ‘n LoL asap!

Okay, so getting back to my way back from…

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Undone

Elan Mudrow

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There is a letter hiding

Inside this envelope.

Addressed in handwriting

As if etched….on

A print I recognize…..

Familiar marks I wished, at times, I never knew

Other times, I wished I had known better.

So are our lives…..represented

By this letter……

A relationship of a paper receptacle

With its four corners, glued folds

A flap that awaits closure

With many words waiting to be

Understood

You have added, perhaps

A final voice inside this letter.

An ending I search for

Mixed with the anxiety for the loss

Of the sound your words make.

And the question is

If I open this letter

Will reading it stir up all those summers

heated in our veins, or

Will its therapy send a cool breeze

To pacify all the seasons we have invested

In? ….Surely, the wind is unpredictable.

If the breeze picks up,

As it has done many times

I run…

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Is Not Wasted

Take My Love

This day is not wasted.
There are clouds going by in a teal blue sky.
This day is not wasted.
There are birds overhead, soaring high.
This day is not wasted.

Ther’s a table set from whence to look afar of the blue skies and the deep blue seas beneath the horizon.

This day is not wasted.

There’s lots to see with a fresh coffee in my mug:-).
This day is not wasted.
Spent in wishful thinking
And solitude….
With me 🙂

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Close

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Shoutingfromthe top of her lungs,she aimed straight

forhis soul. Finally closing his eyesin fullembrace, he ingested

herflowingenergy. Herwords, puncturing through the cage that kept

hisheart prisonerand locked away.This was it, this was the moment he

would finally let her in. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. ‘For the longest time, I

thought youwere like the rest of them. Another soul to use me as a buffer

before finding something better. I never gave you a chance, but you never

stopped. You always stayed close, putting up with my ignorance. I need

you to knowthat, I’m finally listening. I needyou to know that, I’ll never

take us for granted again.’ Placing her fingers uponhis cheek, she swore

that she wouldn’t have ever givenup on themfor anything.


Photographer Unknown

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Suicidal

WaveringParisian

At the start of this summer I knew that I’d be going through hell if I stayed at home with my parents the entire time like I’ve always done. But I’m 18 now, I thought. I can make as many plans as I want and I can stay out of the house as much as possible.

So, that’s what I did. For 3 weeks straight I said yes to every plan proposed by my friends and I ensured that they all happened (for my sake). I was out almost everyday laughing and taking amazing photos – two of my favourite pastimes. It was bliss.

But then this coping mechanism of mine to stay out everyday with friends backfired. I felt suffocated by all this human interaction. It was nice at first but then it became too intense. I explored this in my previous post I’m tired of emotional attachments

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