More Amazing Street Art — Mitch Teemley #192

Street art #192.

The awesomeness of this. I loved Mitch’s post sharing this work because it really is amazing!! We look around us and see so much awesomeness, sometimes it’s natural, sometimes it’s manmade.

Temporary, permanent, sweet, shocking, whimsical, thoughtful… Art can be anything, I think, except boring. And while a picture may be worth a thousand words, it is much more than mere information. It speaks to a different part of our selves. Art is more of a waking dream than a speech, and it should never be […]

via More Amazing Street Art — Mitch Teemley

So long as there is life, there is hope.

Love, light and glitter

Eliza

Speck of Hope 191

Speck of Hope –

Hello, from Tamara!

Today was an especially rough day for me, emotionally. My bad day began from something that happened to me yesterday, and the day before that, as well. This something opened up old wounds that I thought had thoroughly healed through my reasoning skills. 

As an emotional person, sometimes reasoning skills go out the window when triggers seep in through my protection barrier.

Today was no better, but actually worse than even the two days I had just experienced. So then, everything suddenly began triggering me simply because I was already so miserable.

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Is giving up an option? — Rinum’s blog #190

We struggle. We fall. We fail. We think giving up is the best option. I know I definitely do! Giving up is way way easier than continuing on. I was actually just responding to a comment here saying exactly that. That suicide is easier than continuing to live. Yet, giving up keeps us broken. Rather than whole. Another post I wrote on my JTL blog is that maybe the tough things are there to let us choose to access the strength and courage we never knew we possessed.

Lets them tap into their unknown strength, which if they didn’t need it, they would never have found it. Never have known just how courageous and strong and beautiful they are.

Maybe it is what the tough times are there for. Is giving up an option? I wanted to reblog this on my blog Journey through Life, then realised that it’s a perfect reason to live. Thank you Rinum for sharing and letting me reblog this. 

Every time I’m at the verge of giving up, my mom slaps sense into me. Literally. Her hand is so heavy that she could send me back to Pakistan with the flick of her finger. But every time I say, “I can’t do this.” She makes that face where she clenches her jaw and her […]

Queen Saleena being brutally wounded and hurt fled from the battlefield and ran into the deadly forest. There she sat under a tree and tended to her wounds. She couldn’t believe what had happened. How could someone a strong as her, be subjected to such weakness. The Queen wanted to give up, so she decided to leave Halacin and settle down in the mountains of Alani.

But as soon as she rose to her feet to flee, she saw a little bird with a broken wing, sitting on a tree branch, with a lion cub lingering beneath it.[…]

The eleventh time the bird tried to escape she flew as high as she could, even though she squeaked because of the pain that her wing was causing her. But her flight didn’t last, and she was slowly descending to the ground. The cub saw the opportunity and leaped into the air to eat the bird. This time the bird didn’t run away, instead, she came down with force and slammed her beak into the cub’s eye with such intensity that the cub started bleeding. The cub became blind in one eye and ran away, disappearing into the forest.[…]

via Is giving up an option? — Rinum’s blog. Her entire post is awesome. Check it out on her blog.

So long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Love, light and glitter

Eliza

Finding a parking space #189

Parking. People who know me know that parking is one of the biggest bugbears of my life. I know, my last reason was driving. One of my last reasons, since I’ve just found this in my draft folder. Sometimes I drive, and I’m looking for a parking space, and hey presto, there’s a space just there. Sitting and waiting. Just for me! I seriously feel that way. That the spaces are waiting for me. That they’re there because I need them. I like driving through better than parking. The other day I was reversing into a space (if I reverse into a space I don’t have to then reverse out. Reversing into a space feels safer for there is less risk of cars or people that I can’t see. I hate reversing. Well, parking, reversing, all of it which isn’t actual driving.) and, somehow, miraculously, I landed directly into the space! Like, perfectly! My car was even straight. It was in between the two lines. Was far back enough. And I was exactly IN THE SPACE. I say landed, since it had nothing to do with my parking skill. The other day, the day prior to this miracle parking, I drove through 2 spaces and parked on a slant. My friend who was with me commented on my ability to have such an easy space and yet always remain at a slant.

Parking. Sometimes I find it easier to park, other times harder, I’m always grateful for those random strangers who direct me and help me with parking, especially when I’m reversing. Who wait for me to finish with no fuss at all, no matter that they’re waiting…

Finding a parking space. Finding an easy parking space. The people who help me to get my car into the parking space. I’m grateful for them all.

So long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Love, light and glitter

Getting my site back #188

I’m grateful to have access to my site. I’m grateful that it’s back up. Even though I’m not really using it much nowadays or doing with it what I would love to do with it (continue posting reasons).

#188 having my site back. I’m grateful to the awesome person who did this for me.

So long as there’s life, there’s hope

Love, light and glitter

Eliza

I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself

I’m rescheduling/reblogging what I wrote because, it’s applicable today. I wish I had the words.

A 16 year old girl in my community committed suicide the other day. I wish I could have spoken to her. I’m not sure if I’d know what to tell her. I’m not sure that there’s anything to say.

Dear ____ . Scrap the dear.

Hi.

If you’re reading this I’m guessing you’re suicidal. Have thought, are thinking of, suicide as a viable option. I know that place. Where the only option is to end your life in order to end the pain. It isn’t about ending your life I know. It’s about stopping the world. Getting off from a world you didn’t ask to be part of. Maybe that’s just how I see it. The train moving way too fast on the tracks, the tracks ending at a cliff, the train is going to hurtle down the cliff and you’re going to be shattered to pieces at the bottom. Or you can just get off the train of life. Continue reading “I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself”

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Dialogue with myself (TW – SH) — Journey to life #186

I’m grateful. I’m grateful that I can journal through dialogue. I’m grateful that I learn what’s going on for myself. I’m grateful for how much putting it down calms me.

Dialogue journaling – #186

Why did you buy cocodamol?
I want it. (Stamps imaginary foot in head)
You’re allowed to want it
I’m not.
You’re allowed to want everything Eliza.
Literally everything.
I’m not
Eliza, you’re allowed to want everything.
I can’t.
What can’t you?
Be.
Okay. You can though.
Not.
Am I going to change your mind?
You can’t. It’s […]

via Dialogue with myself (Trigger warning – self harm) — Journey to life

 

 

LTM: 12th July ’19

Dear Eliza

It is shabbat soon. Nearly time for the meal (after which you won’t be online or writing). You’re overwhelmed. And you’re okay. You know you haven’t been journaling enough. I know you’re tired. Of trying so hard. And you’re okay. You’re really okay.

I love you Eliza. I love all of you. The good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly.

Darkness is the absence of light. Fill the world with light. Fill your world with light. You’re worth it, it’s worth it, and the world is worth it.

I love you and I’m with you. God is with you too. Every single step of the way.

When the going gets tough, just hold on. Hold on to hope. Remember why you’re doing this. Coz it’s awesome. Coz the world is filled with beauty. Coz you’re getting to chart a path, to chart your path, to create a life for yourself, a life beyond your wildest dreams.

It’s a journey. One I, god, and so many others are with you on. People can care about you Eliza. And people can stay.

Always and forever,

Eliza

Not Alone, Reason 183

Not Alone, Reason 183

Hi, this is Tamara, and when I feel despair in life, it gives me hope in knowing that I do not go at it alone; in fact, I am never alone! This is reason to fight onward with my fellow brothers and sisters!

Not Alone

No exceptions are given to anyone from the terrible suffering in which we all experience in our fallen world. However, there is comfort in knowing that we are never alone in whatever pains befall us.

Illusions of isolation and aloneness during our misery tend to heighten our despair, and thicken the dreadful sludge of gloom in which we must drag ourselves during these bleak times.

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Child’s Eyes, Reason 182

Child’s Eyes,

Reason 182

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This is Tamara!

Doses of shimmering colors and soft, pastel shades can be seen in greater richness and vibrancy when viewed through the healing touch of a child’s eyes. This is reason  to find great joy and wonder in life!

Looking Through A Child’s Eyes, Poetry

If I could glimpse through a child’s eyes

at all the wondrous beauty that they see,

My eyes would drink in so much joy,

and these captivating feasts

would satisfy me!

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I would see the sun glossing a sugar-pink rose,

and a turquoise river flowing wild and free;

There would be rainbows on every corner,
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