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"And today, I write this to you
Not to express regret
Or blame the fate
Of the unjust or the sorrow
But to be thankful
Of having been provided
With a chance
to let go of the grief"
All of us at some point in our lives, witness a time when we see something disheartening, when we have to face a situation where there doesn't seem to be any hope left, with darkness all around. Loss of a loved one, not being able to express oneself-- the heart craves for an opportunity to unburden the weight seems to be much more than any physical power.
I heard a story about a place where people believe that the only way to end grief of loss is to save a life. If someone is murdered, a year of mourning ends with a ritual called "the drowning man trial". The killer is tied and thrown into the water and the family of deceased is given the opportunity to let the killer drown or swim out and save him. They believe that if the family let's the killer drown, they'll have justice but spend the rest of their life in mourning. But if they save him, they admit that life isn't always fair and the very act can take away their sorrow.
I feel that most of us while grieving are in search of this opportunity to know and face the cause (which may not be just a person but also an ideology) of the grief and be provided with the freedom to hold on to or let go of it. Whether we choose to let go or not may be regarded as right or wrong, but perhaps what matters is that do we provide ourselves with this choice?
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I’m starting today with a clear heart.
I’m living my life as if everything is rigged in my favour.
♥️If you owe me, don’t worry about it.
♥️If you’ve wronged me, it’s all good. Lesson learnt.
♥️If you are angry with me, you’ve won. I’ve let it go.
♥️If we aren’t speaking, it’s cool. I truly wish you well.
♥️If you feel I’ve wronged you, I apologise. It wasn’t intentional.
Life is too short for grudges, resentment and pent-up anger. If I hang on to them, I block the life of blessings I’m destined for.
Forgiving and forgetting open the door to the deluge of blessings with my name on it. Bring it on!
This is one of the steps in the Emotional Intelligence Skillset. ♥️
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You’re not dumb, and I never said you lacked intelligence, you don’t. You just don’t quite have the intellect that matches mine. When I’m with you, I’m happy, you make me happy. But I can’t shake the feeling that you don’t see me, or that one day we’ll wake up and have nothing to talk about. Because you consistently intellectually under-stimulate me. a whole part of me remains unexpressed, because I feel like you will dismiss it, or you’ll fail comprehend what I say with intellect. And I wonder if that’s the way things are meant to be, because they’re simpler with you. My whole world is reduced to simplicity when I’m around you. I don’t need to think about how correct things are, I don’t have to challenge every sentence spoken, I don’t have to interrogate every thought I think. I just have to sit there and feel special. Every word I say is taken as insight, you always ask for my opinion on things but never do you ever challenge them, play around with them, put them to the test. Sometimes I wonder, if I stay around you long enough, will I too give up questioning? Will I too, start to take things at face value? Or is this who I am forever? Are you balancing me out or are you dulling my sparkle? The crazy thing is, I have no fucking idea.
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Songtext
For Island Fires And Family"
How it must feel to be a bird
Roam lonely over sea air
How it must feel to be a bird
London, Paris under me
I'll wait on my own here
I couldn't tell you enough that I'm sorry
And no, you couldn't tell me enough that you loved me
She's bringing the moon and the stars to me
Damn permanent revery
And even though this life, this love is brief
I've got some people who carry me
Wasn't it love as soon as we knew each other properly?
Living 'bout half right, until a certain person got to me
Nothing is secret, everything's sacred
How it ought to be
Under the moonlight
On a clear night
On rooftops is where I want to be
Some times I'm like a child
It's something I can't release
Dreams of her coming home, sweet home
I'm telling you home's so sweet
Said you reminded me of the summer times
I still mean that
In a full room I'm the only one she's smiling at
Wouldn't you let me know if you were thinking less of me?
That's what she asked me what was promised what we both agreed
Truthfully if you ever go, you'll drop me straight to Hell's 7th circle
And I was talking with you earlier
We were open and vulnerable, it was wonderful
I, I used to dream that you would talk to me
I used to dream that you would talk to me
I couldn't tell you enough that I'm sorry
And no, you couldn't tell me enough that you loved me
She's bringing the moon and the stars to me
Damn permanent revery
And even though this life, this love is brief
I've got some people who carry me
Know that feeling when you think your heart is gonna come right out through your shirt?
I get it a couple times a year but I've been getting it more often with her
When I'm face to face with death I'll grab his throat
And ask him, "how does it hurt?"
In those golden moments growing old too quickly
Was he thinking of her?
She's bringing the moon and the stars to me
Damn permanent revery
And even though this life, this love is brief
I've got some people who carry me
Writer(s): Dermot Joseph Kennedy
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