marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
Ode to the Beat-Up Thermos, Marriage, and the Cycle of Life
I can’t even think of the word thermos without thinking about this one couple who used to go out with us on our crew’s annual pack trip into the high country each August. Chuck and Dottie Banks were some of our annual regulars, and they were always toting the same banged-up green thermos each year.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans
Capture, Then Release
There is something in the water. Mara only knows this because sunlight coruscates on its surface as it bobs, flashing the bank and surrounding trees like a makeshift strobe light. She spots the pattern this light makes on the bark of a silver gum and stands still for a moment, transfixed, while curiosity builds like an expanding balloon in her chest.
By Shaye Easton5 years ago in Humans
Before You Get Married
My blog entries are always based around two outlets of information. The first being what I have learnt from the likes of other motivational speakers and personal development training courses, whilst the second outlet of information is based on personal experience. Both are equally important in being able to help, motivate, and support, others in their respective journeys in life, whilst assisting them to better control their mindset, emotional control, and thought process. I make it a daily priority to engage in personal development, which includes watching short motivational videos, and lately I have come across so many clips in which I have resonated with, because I have experienced those emotions, feelings, thoughts, and circumstances, that were portrayed in the scenes by the various actors and actresses. What I talk about today is a very sensitive issue for me, because it revolves around what has been the driving factor behind the adversity and depression I have been dealing with, over these past couple of months. Irrespective of the emotions and feelings I am dealing with currently, I believe today's topic is so important for people to absorb the information, plus gain a bit more understanding into dealing with the mental side of relationships and marriage. This one particular short video I watched the other day indeed revolved around weddings and marriage, and it had me thinking about the high number of people who marry for the wrong reasons, or at least do so without a decent comprehension of what marriage is all about.
By David Stidston5 years ago in Humans
How My Ex-Wife Taught Me to Walk Through Open Doors. Second Place in Women Who Inspire Challenge.
It all started with ayahuasca about ten years ago. The choice to take this psychedelic plant medicine in the jungles of Peru eventually lead me to my ex-wife, Jenevieve. Almost a decade later and we’re faced with a divorce in the midst of a pandemic.
By Everett Fitch5 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum5 years ago in Humans
Belly
Belly and Elise walked aimlessly around Greenville Public Library. Belly thought his wife might enjoy the outing on a slow Saturday morning, but she was less inclined to the aisles of books he found interesting. Elise found herself drifting towards the windows, dragging her fingers across the dust covered tables that seemingly hadn’t been touched in years. At the end of the row, nestled into a cold corner, a little black notebook sat on a table. Looking around for the owner, Elise could only see her husband in the stacks. Picking up the book, she felt its weight in her hands, running her fingers over the smooth black face.
By Rheagan Kearney5 years ago in Humans
To Doris
Dear Doris, It has been fifty-seven years since I tried to reach you. I know that we didn’t part well. But you would be surprised by how many things have made me think of you over the years; seagulls at the docks, Sunday matinees, red nail polish, poems I’m not sure I understand.
By Alexandra Kelter5 years ago in Humans
I Know You’re In There
The fresh ink from the ballpoint pen traced over the faded lines that he had drawn on his ring finger many times over. Sometimes it was a design, sometimes just scribbled lines to darken the circumference of his finger where it meets his hand. Today he was in a hurry, so it lended itself towards the latter. His task complete, he tossed the pen into a metal cup on his desk, grabbed his beaded lanyard with his key on it, and walked out of his cell. He locked the door behind him.
By Chris Battle5 years ago in Humans
Miserable Elephant
"Are you married?", Ernest Hemingway asked the bartender as he poured him another double bourbon. The famous middle-aged novelist had been sitting there alone opposite this fresh-faced twenty-something for about ten minutes, and the two men, both at very different stages in their lives, were sharing the quiet ambience and soft amber lighting of the lobby bar inside the Sherry-Netherland hotel.
By Kire Tosevski5 years ago in Humans
