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She never meant to go down the hard roads that she did, it’s just how her life turned out. She didn’t choose her story.. Her story chose her. It’s been a tale of heartache and heartbreak, falls and failures, struggle and loss. But even more than that, her story is one of rising from the ashes, getting stronger with very mistake and becoming more beautiful after she was broken. They’ll call her…
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Easy to Love
“Am I easy to love? If someone asked me that, I wouldn’t know how to answer. Maybe some days I’m easier to love than others. I don’t think a person is easy to love 100% of the time. Everyone has good days and bad days. Everyone has their moments. Somedays I’m a whirlwind of emotions. The highs, the lows. Over thinking, over feeling, allowing thoughts & emotions to run wild in my mind. Questioning…
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And on the 7th day….
I wanted to find a lighthearted title for this week’s Substack. For the last week, I worked eight, nine, ten hours a day unmaking a world that I had …And on the 7th day….
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Do we create monsters???
As children we’re convinced That monsters hide beneath our beds But as adults we soon realise That they walk the streets instead It’s not their face that’s monstrous It’s their loathing and their lies For it isn’t how they look – The monster’s who they are inside And at first we tiptoe round them Terrified to make a noise But slowly, very surely We are bound to find our voice But as fear gives…
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Inner Strength
She isn’t strong because that’s what she wanted to be.. She didn’t choose her story- In fact, it chose her. She holds herself together with beautiful composure and magnificent courage.. For as the world thinks she has it all under control, she’s almost dying inside at every turn. But that’s what separates her from the rest- you’ll never see her break down, lose her cool or fall apart. The facade…
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The most beautiful gift
She’s not cold or distant, she’s anything but everything they would have you believe. No, she doesn’t let anyone take advantage of her and she won’t let just anyone past her walls..but she has her reasons. Everything that she is and everything that she has learned has come from a life of struggle and heartache.. even the battles she’s fought to become who she wanted to be. She’s made bad…
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Happy Birthday Jay, Janet, Mom, Grandma and……
It’s wonderful to be 87 because it is old in experience and not too to old to have time ahead! Besides, I will always be young at heart
« Little Janet Jewell from Gainesville, Georgia »
Aires/Peach/Little chicken and more ……
March 30, 1937
It all started and wow what a great lifetime!!!!! I feel very blessed.
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#actress#aging#America#beauty#changes#commentary#creativity#Family#home#law#life#lifeinfrance#lifestyles#observations#persistence#success#thoughts
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Love wins the Day
As children we’re convinced That monsters hide beneath our beds But as adults we soon realise That they walk the streets instead It’s not their face that’s monstrous It’s their loathing and their lies For it isn’t how they look – The monster’s who they are inside And at first we tiptoe round them Terrified to make a noise But slowly, very surely We are bound to find our voice But as fear gives…
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My Way🎶
Yes, I went down the wrong roads and made all the bad choices, I ended up in places I never should have been-in ways that tore my spirit apart. Truth be told, I don’t know how I got so down and out, Nor how I made it out intact and still whole. At the end of my rope and hating who I’d become, I hit rock bottom. Everyone counted me out and no one gave me a chance… Even I didn’t know how to dig…
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Words that are Important
I know that I have less to live than I have lived.I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating it, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.I have no time for endless lectures on public laws – nothing will change. And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age. And there’s no time to…
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Love concours All
Doing the work consciously and opening our minds and hearts to love and compassion is what heals.
Making the unconscious, conscious and allowing the flow of our emotions, thoughts and sensations is what heals.
Breathing through the need to understand and allowing the body’s consciousness to awaken and guide us back to earth, is what heals.
Accepting all versions of ourselves from the space…
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Another Sunday …….
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Hello February / Goodbye January
I am soooo glad to see January go! It is hard to get a new year started when everything is changing, and I am getting settled into my apartment after 5 months in a hospital! Finally!!!!
But I am snuggled in and happy to back.
And most of my friends are on the internet
I have had to let go people who now don’t fit into my life. It’s not an attitude of arrogance or pride, but of congruence,…
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I’m just thinking . ….
You start dying slowly ;
if you do not travel,if you do not read,If you do not listen to the sounds of life,If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly :When you kill your self-esteem,When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly ;If you become a slave of your habits,Walking everyday on the same paths…If you do not change your routine,If you…
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Sharing the words by another author
I asked a friend who has crossed 70 & is heading towards 80 what sort of changes he is feeling in himself? He sent me the following:
After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself.
I have realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.
I have stopped bargaining with vegetable & fruit vendors. A few pennies…
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Stop Gaps continues…..
I have been in Paris for 4 years and it has never been easy. A pandemic and 5 months in the hospital. I have just begun to think about how I think and feel! What is next?! I don’t know. Maybe I should get another apartment. I don’t have somewhere in mind yet.but I will think about it. Another country? Nooooo. What do you think?
Best, Jay
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Growing old…..
AGING…. You grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become distant, sad and lonely. I didn’t answer… I don’t get old, I get wise. I stopped being what others like me to become, but what I like to be. I stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself. I have left behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly. – No, I’m not getting old. I just become more selective with…
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