Broken phones. One Hundred and Fifty Eight. I broke my phone the other day. I know, it seems like a strange enough reason – breaking a phone. But yet there it is. Or here it is. Whichever you may. I dropped my phone on the road and I’m pretty certain it was driven over by cars. A really nice guy on a bike rang my phone for me and delayed himself by a few minutes whilst waiting for me to find my phone. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Eight: Broken phones”
This is a reblog. Thank you Kate!!! I thought her poem tells us to pause, to be, which, although it wasn’t what she wrote, also means to recognise and live with the awesomeness of the world (like the chirping birds I hear right now, or when I’m up in the night). Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Seven: Blurring or pausing and being. (REBLOG)”
Reasons to live. A matter of mattering. You matter to someone, someday, somewhere.
Thank you mistermuse for sharing your reason here. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Six: A matter of mattering”
One Hundred and Fifty Five. I’ve about 2 minutes to write this and have to turn the laptop off. And have 25 hours with no laptop, no phone, and no writing. I was journaling today and yesterday! I’m so grateful that I was. For I haven’t been able to access my world in a while as it just wasn’t safe enough to do so. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Five: The ability to be mindful”
I’m not sure whether it’s a good idea or bad idea to post this. I wrote it as I wanted advice about how you know whether a therapist is good or not. I still do want thoughts and advice. Ended up ranting instead. Or not letting myself really rant as this isn’t the space for it. Argh. Confuzzling myself. Just posting it and hope I don’t regret it. Continue reading “Meeting a therapist – how’d you know?”
Love, hope, dreams. Sometimes I wonder if we’re all dreaming and hoping for the impossible. Sometimes I feel like we’re casting the fishing lines into the sea, when the fish will bite the lines and tug so strongly that they’ll tug us over the cliff and land us on the rocks in the sea below. I often wonder ‘is it possible‘. Sometimes I believe. Sometimes I keep on believing in hope, in love, in laughter, in light. In living a life beyond your/my wildest imaginations. One hundred and fifty four. You can find love. With others. With yourself. With the world. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Four: You can find love, yes, you (reblog)”
Someone just sent me the following message
Place your mouse on the E below and drag to the U.
Even though you can’t see him, god is there for yoU
Another post copied from eggshell therapy. Thank you Imy for allowing me to post your work here!
This post brought me to tears. It describes me and my life way too much. One of the reasons I love Imy’s posts is that they’re so accurate, and yet so positive and filled with possibility and hope. They describe why/how in positive and realistic ways. Explaining why we’re normal, and why no one is at fault for what they did to survive. Rather, the fact that you’re here today is amazing. You are amazing!!! As a friend of mine always responded when I was upset about wanting to go back to using painkillers, it was and is me trying to look after myself the ways I knew best how. Continue reading “Why do I feel nothing? (reblog)”
One Hundred and Fifty Two. I tried to write a 152nd reason. My original reason – the pictures of Masca which I can’t upload – can be viewed here (please do check it out and make the hour I spent making it look presentable worth it). 152. Keep trying. If at first you don’t succeed, blast off! The cliffs are, the cliffs. At a distance it’s difficult to see just how awesome and amazing they are. Especially because they look so small. When you come near you see how impossible it is to take a picture as they tower above you. There were a load of boats sailing (rowing/motoring?) along as we came near. A couple were pulled into the harbour. I wonder if there’s any way of seeing the beauty other than from sea.
So long as there’s life, there’s hope.
I came across this article by Sara Debbie Gutfreund. I’m reblogging this for my 151st reason. Hey, I love that number! It’s symmetrical. I love nature. I sat videoing the ocean for hours and would have continued if the tide wasn’t drenching me. Though I don’t think I’d ever do what what Cheryl Strayed did, and adventure alone in the wild. Continue reading “One hundred and Fifty One: Adventures in the wild, self discovery”
I watched this video. It brought me to tears. Thank you Shane Koyczan for posting this.
One Hundred and Thirty Nine. Life itself. I’m grateful to be here. I’m grateful that I’m grateful to be here. Continue reading “One Hundred and Thirty Nine: I’m grateful to be alive”
It’s the start of an entirely new year. A year I get to choose. I have the choices to make. The responsibility is mine. Looking back I see how often I refused to take responsibility. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Nine: 2019 – Taking ownership of my life”
Today is the last day I can date something as 2018. It’s the end of 2018 and nearly 2019. I was trying to think of a title for this reason. The end of a year. Living through a year. Reaching a new year. It’s all of it. Everything. It’s the end of another year. I find it weird to be here at the end of a year. The last day of 2018. The last day of a year. I find it hard to believe that an entire year has passed. Didn’t I just write my goals for 2018? Oh gosh, I just looked at that post to link it, and here’s what I wrote: Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward”
Last week at a mindfulness course we did the mountain meditation. I listened to it again this morning. It says to compare ourselves to a mountain. Life happens. Storms rage. Winds howl. The sun shines. Snow glitters. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Seven: Mountain mindfulness meditation”