literature
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Bring Love Into Your Life
So many people are complaining about the lack of love in their life. They act as if some stranger decided one day to take away the love out of their lives. They hold on to lovers already gone since eternity, or they dream about a partner coming into their life to give them everything they are not able to give themselves. They balance between hope and desperation. They look for love outside themselves and believe one day a charming prince on a white horse will knock at the door and take them away to live for ever happy in a castle for away from reality.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated3 years ago in Families
Whale Spotting
Monterey Bay, California is famous for a lot of things. This is due in part to novelist John Steinbeck, who immortalized the streets when he published Cannery Row. I found it overwhelming trying to keep track of the historical totems that litter the walkways of the district. Each intersection is the scene of some famous book or celebrity rendezvous.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Families
Learn How to Say No to Say Yes to a Much Improved Life
Learn How to Say No to Say Yes to a Much Improved Life The act of refusing something is one that frequently puts people in an awkward position. You should make it a priority to assist as many of your close friends, members of your family, and coworkers as you can. But others will view you as a doormat if you constantly give in to other people's demands and say yes to everything they ask of you.
By Estalontech3 years ago in Families
One Year Without Mom
I lost everything in an instant, and it reshaped my life. This is an anniversary I was not prepared to acknowledge, nor will I ever be. The cold silence of the concrete stone of the ages that is your loss. I learned how to love by following your pattern. I lost you a year ago today, on October 26, 2021. I wish that we had a head start, some warning signs. A head start to treatment (before Stage 3 of an aggressive breast cancer), better doctors, and a fair chance for survival. More than what was given to you under the circumstances that reared their ugly head. Your presence steadied me, and acted as a safety net in a world of uncertainty. No one is prepared to close the door on a chapter of their existence. And I cannot leave you behind. You were too sweet for this world and the suffering you endured the final 10 months of your life. I wanted to be here to take accountability and be your voice in case you lost yours. I wanted to make certain that you did not have to stumble in the darkness alone, but be the bridge to make a safe path. The silence cuts through like the winds of the Arctic. Still, cold, lonely. And I have never heard such a deafening sound as the one when the phone doesn't ring anymore. Your sweet, soft, semi-low voice on the other end. You would chat with me for hours, always beginning with the wild and wacky current events of the world, local happenings, politics. I never tired of your calls. Your bubbly personality was infectious. And wry wit at times sharp, often calling out the nonsense and folly. And I listened to your hearty laugh and searing, yet good-natured sense of humor. And we would find ourselves hours in, sharing laughs, meal planning, secrets, and making memories.
By Stephanie Marley McMechan3 years ago in Families
Letter to mother Dear Mother!
Letter to mother Dear Mother! I, first of all, might want to get a statement as follows: "Man can move to the highest point of high standing, yet can't live lengthy there". I realize that you put your faith in me, trust that you will continuously be the best kid, I feel for your temperament and trust that I can resemble a carp transforming into a mythical serpent, there is a mother in this world. Who doesn't believe that their kids should become superb youngsters? Yet, today I need to tell you, if it's not too much trouble, pardon me that I can't generally be the best kid.
By dream seeker3 years ago in Families
Eleven Principles of Quantum Touch Therapy
For decades, physicians and psychologists have praised the amazing benefits and importance of touch. Studies have shown that untouched babies don't grow as fast as babies who are often held in your arms. In addition to growing slowly, these babies often have fragile immune systems and are prone to illness. Babies who are unable to meet their touch needs can also experience severe emotional impairment and even violent behavior. Psychological studies have also confirmed the severe consequences of a lack of touch from experiments that separate baby monkeys from mother monkeys.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Sometimes late at night, the air has a familiarity to it. Like some type of time portal blowing in the wind. Everything becomes so raw in the middle of the night. This familiarity the wind carries reminds me of feeling uneasy… tense…numb…confused. The taste of whiskey brings me to my knees. The taste that lingers, tastes just like you. As I play with the thoughts in my head, the memories… as they dance around… that last one to dance is the whiskey on your breath. Silence doesn’t bother me. It’s the only way I can listen for your voice… whispering with the wind through the trees. This is the only time that time stands still. Listen… I need to say that every once in awhile, I’m not okay. Going through the familiarity leaves me feeling empty. That’s why I can only come visit every once in awhile. The familiarity brings darkness. It’s a dangerous highway. It could swallow me whole. So I must not stay too long…
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
It had been about eight long months since Cody left us. Eight long months of being a terrible, drunk, grief stricken mother. My kids and I had began to settle into our new lives with just us four. Eight months ago I had a beautiful family. We were on our way to bigger and better things. Now we were broken. Fragile. Lost. For me, it hurt to see other families together doing family things. It hurt to see dads with their kids. It hurt my kids to see dads with their kids. And it especially hurt on Fathers Day when you see kids doing things with their daddy’s but my kids got that taken from them. To this day, it hurts to see that. It actually makes me cry just typing it. Its not fair… and I’m not sure if I’ll ever see it any different.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The following months were a blur. I spent all of my days either in my bed, driving around, or out getting drunk. I completely lost myself. This is the part of my story where it gets rough. You will probably cast judgement on me or be disappointed in me. This is the way grief works. If you’re currently going through grief, you understand. The important thing is, I made it through this alive and healthy and I became a better person through this storm.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The weather was rainy, cold, and foggy. I parked behind the hearse at the church. I really didn’t want to go inside. I really didn’t want to face this cold, harsh, heartbreaking reality. What I really wanted to do was go back to my bed, under the covers, and cry so hard that my face turns inside out. Walking into the church there’s poster boards full of Codys life. I’m trying to stuff my feelings down so I can get through today so I don’t spend too much time looking at those. I glance past the poster boards beyond the double doors down the aisle where the alter is. With the most heaviest of hearts I started to slowly walk down the aisle… like a wedding. I have my Jordan by my side. I look up at this giant canvas of Codys face in the middle of other big canvases of my little family. His urn was in front of the giant canvas picture. I locked eyes with the eyes in Codys picture and just broke down. I couldn’t be there much longer or it would draw attention. I just didn’t like to break down in front of other people. I left before anyone could come comfort me.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Waking up was like waking up into a completely different life. A dark, shattered, lonely life. Yesterday my life was great! I was happy! I was in a good place. Life was just starting to go smooth for us. That all just disappeared over night. In one second. The world is now in slow motion. The voices around me are all muffled. Exactly how they make it out in the movies. Distant. Detached. Just. My kids didn’t know about what had happened. I had told them that daddy is at work. They were too young to question why we weren’t staying at home. As soon as I came out of the bedroom at my parents house, I knew reality had to be faced today. The news of Codys death had circulated over night and my phone was blowing up with notifications on social media and sympathy texts. Loving people that were friends of mine and Codys wanted to help in any way they could.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
