SO, uh… hi.
Haven’t posted this month.
A lot has been going on.
I read something this morning.
“I am currently under construction. Thank you for your patience.”
This is great.
It is me.
So, you’re doomed for a post with a bunch of quotes.
I don’t even know if that was grammatical.
And all of the quotes are unknown.
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“be careful how you react – spills can be wiped up, dishes and furniture can be replaced, but it takes a long time to fix a broken heart”
“stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be”
“if you get tired, learn to rest, not quit”
“look in the mirror. that’s your competition”
“there is no shortcut. it takes time to build a better, stronger version of yourself”
“anything that costs you your peace is too expensive”
“you cannot pour from an empty cup. take care of yourself first.”
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I am feeling quiet inside today.
As if a peacefulness has unrolled its yoga mat inside me and got to work.
It’s a calmness.
It allows me to remember all the sweetness, while acknowledging the scars.
Remember, just because there is darkness inside of you, doesn’t mean that darkness is all you have to offer to the world.
Darkness can teach us.
We grow stronger.
Scars are a sign of strength.
Darkness is a way for us to strengthen.
Aren’t scars kind of beautiful?
There’s also a pain inside my chest.
It keeps speaking up.
I’m okay with it.
The pain isn’t all there is, inside me.
By Daphne Shadows
I wish my life was as peaceful as this lotus flower makes me feel.
This lotus flower knows what’s up.
The gal that took this photo (source found here) knows how to capture bliss, serenity, peace.
And screw finding this peace in my life.
I wish I had the peace inside myself that this lotus flower makes me feel.
It starts inside and oozes out of you, into your life.
What makes you feel peaceful?
Jeeze – what makes me feel peaceful?
“I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.”
– Sade Andria Zabala
I crawl back in
And beg for peace
It’s how I survive
Even while I’m not living
And for a split second
For a single moment
I can breathe
I can see
Because I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know how to exist
For more than moments at a time
Instead of raking my claws
Into another’s skin
Instead of breaking the surface
And sliding on in
Distract me from the pain
Such a strange way to live
Because disgusted I remain
With the boiling of my blood
The unspoken on my tongue
It is not so depressing
It’s an expression of madness
It is not so despairing
It’s a release of the pressure
So hope can be found
by Daphne Shadows