“Search for the seed of good in every adversity.
Master that principle and you will own a precious shield
that will guard you well through all the darkest valleys you must traverse. Stars may be seen from the bottom of a deep well,
when they cannot be discerned from the mountaintop.
So will you learn things in adversity
that you would never have discovered without trouble.
There is always a seed of good. Find it and prosper.”
– Og Mandino ~
Text & image source: Rumi https://web.facebook.com/mevlana/
I am not old
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
At the end of a play
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness of existing
You think I’m waiting to die..
But I’m waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles
Are the imprint of my journey
Ask me anything
“I Am Not Old”
~ Samantha Reynolds
artist ~ RC Gorman
Text & image source: Woman https://web.facebook.com/fbpagewoman/
When I sat down to write, I couldn’t think of anything. As if my mind suddenly ran out of all it’s ideas. Just then, my mobile notified me of a new WhatsApp message. The message was simple, very simple indeed, just 2 words- “THANK YOU“. The point here is not what that person was thanking me for, but, that he made an attempt to Be Thankful.Okay.. So let us think to ourselves, how many times in a week (a day would probably result in ‘0’ ) are we thankful? Most of us would be rather surprised to see that the answer does not even account to being more than 5 at the most. Isn’t that a pretty low score? Or are we all so accustomed to the Candy Crush scores, that these ones don’t matter anymore?
Thanking isn’t just for your new gifts and surprises but about…
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Over at Discover, editor Mike Dang asked five bloggers to describe and take photographs of their writing spaces. Read their responses.
When you write, are you typing at your desktop computer in your home office? Drafting a blog post on your phone, right in the WordPress app? Or are you like Deborah, below, creating your desk for the day at your favorite coffee shop?
To write in, I like a cafe with wooden floors, high ceilings, and tables with ample space. Once committed, I make the place my own. I give myself over to a familiar wafting aroma. I order an Americano, no milk, no sugar please. I arrange my piping hot coffee and writing accoutrements on my “desk,” and then I take in the sounds around me. An espresso maker sputters and whirs to an undercurrent of percussion-driven electronic beats and the indiscernible vocalizations of a female singer. Voices murmur, mostly in…
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“What’s in the name? That which we call a rose, by another name would smell as sweet”- William Shakespeare
These immortal lines always get me thinking. Really! What’s in the name it is the essence of the soul that matters. But then again, I think we are all born nameless and are given a name at the time of our birth. Why is it so? Why are we given names? Are they not like labels? But, on the other hand, I love my name. It is my Identity. It is a part of who I am. I am not just a daughter, sister, friend and co-worker. I have a name and I am much more than that.
A name is a very complicated entity. It sort of becomes a part of you or rather it becomes you. Every name means something. For example, my name Shipra is actually spelt as…
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