Saturday, April 30, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
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I was reading this http://familyshare.com/3488/parenting/the-important-thing-about-yelling
I know I'm far from being a parent but it really affected me. I want to be a person who thinks before I talk and considers the heart and the feelings of my loved ones before I speak. Yelling really does break communication and causes the work of learning/talking/progress to shut down. I so regret all the times I've yelled at people I love with all of my heart. I hope they can forgive me. <3
Monday, April 18, 2016
I want a peace that I can't fake
Bring the wind and bring the thunder, Bring the rain till I am tried
When it's over bring me stillness,
Let my face reflect the sky
And all the grace and all the wonder,
Of a peace that I can't fake
Wide open like a lake.
-sara groves
Sunday, April 17, 2016
excerpt not by me
it takes a night to make it dawn.
la la la la la la la - life is wonderful.
it takes no time to fall in love, but it takes you years to know what the love is. (jason mraz)
Friday, April 15, 2016
Life and love and death
There will always be struggle. You just have to choose who you want to struggle with.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
God rests in reason?
Sometimes it feels like there is no reason in the world. Teenagers are hanging themselves in their parents' garages, pups are dying, the entire city is in a fog when it was 75 degrees the day before. I heard a song this morning, though, and it made the lump in my throat a little bit smaller...
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Got some tea today, and...
It's called "Pukka tea"
.... Pukka (Hindi पक्का, Urdu پكّا pakkā) is a word of Hindi and Urdu origin, literally meaning"cooked, ripe" and figuratively "fully formed", "solid", "permanent", "for real" or "sure". In UK slang, it can mean "genuine" or simply "very good"; see also pukka sahib.
<3
Friday, April 8, 2016
Creation
We're two different types of people - Our own senses, our own paths, different ways of dealing. When I see a flower blooming in a garden, you remember how you felt the last time you were in this place. Your eyes are opened to the world and yet intricately connected with memories and emotion and thoughts (strung together tightly). My eyes are almost fixed outwardly with little (but strong...like steel) strings pulling at my heart and mind, so when the strings get jerked they cause great emotion and thoughts. I guess my strings are more intermittent, not as thickly woven between. They're just as greatly connected, fewer in number, but stronger for their size. Great emotions can be good or bad. I guess I'm trying to say that all the types of animals that can describe our personalities/tendencies don't mean our eyes and heart and thoughts aren't of equal, unmeasurable value.
Another way to say it-
Maybe one person's emotions and visual field are stitched together with a million fine strands that are brushed and jerked often. Another's emotions and visual field may be stitched only a thousand times but with a larger, rope-like strung connection. Just as much volume of connections, but less connection between the two areas of the mind. The million strands are more often contacted than the thousand stitches of rope, but one person's emotions or thoughts are not necessarily stronger. Both are still woven in to place with purpose and meaning.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Homie
Someday I want to live somewhere with a yard that closes me and my family in. No matter where we look, we're home. Our own little world with luscious plants to look out at, and our own piece of the sky when we look up.
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