I have been contemplating on writing a book for a very long time. Right when I was 14 when I started a quick feedback of my storytelling skills and had asked my classmates what they thought of the story I made. I didnt know I just started my first feasibilty study.
I read and researched and well didnt really have the main objective to my book yet. But I have a lot of stories to tell. On this day I almost died last year. The miracle of surviving with just stitches and some scars are my only proof of being under a catastrophe and survived. I will detail that in Chapter 10.
Today is my miracle day. I thank God immensely of giving me another life, to breathe through it with a smile and count every day as a blessed day.
As for my book, I will kee you posted 😉
This is my shot and if you can ignore the exit sign at the back, it will make me fell a lot better.
Getting to the mood, have you felt the floating feeling? The liberation of being free, sans regard as the French says, to do without regards. Fleeting with flow where the wave of current takes you. No use to struggle, why bother? Its nice to go along where life carries you. But then to where, there will be time this scene agrees with you then again there will be a stage when it does not. When doesn’t it agree with you, to be floating and carefree? I want that!
And I do have the answer. The stage when you dont want to be free and floating is when the tide brings you further away from your group, your family, friends and the community. The place that makes you YOU! It’s the place where you are already expressing yourself and the community knows you and loves you irregardless. So you say there’s limitation to your freedom, then take it in stages. There’s nothing big that couldn’t be broken if you started little 😉
So go float, float into unity. Fun begins in numbers!
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I was chatting with my best friend and was solicited with advice, with me feeling tired and melancholy, it hit home. The story goes, It was her birthday when she paid a visit to University of Sto. Thomas, her alma mater, to witness the visit of Pope Francis in the Philippines. She was moved by the whole experience, just by being there.
There was an encounter between Pope Francis and a child where the child asked why God let bad things happen to innocent children. Quoting his response from the heart came “Only when the heart is able to ask the question and weep can we understand something.”
Whenever something bad happens in our lives we seek advise, people who console us until we feel better or found justification to the mortifying feeling we are experiencing. There are tag replies to, say, a loss of a love one, e.g. ‘We are destined to be gone, its just time is the essence.’ For me, when I had lost my loved one, I cried not because they are gone but because I don’t know how to survive without them. I’ll be lost.
Learn how to weep, cry with your heart for after the tears all will be clear.
Snow had fallen heavy last night. The heaters are working hard keeping the rooms cozy. You open the window and gasp at the wondrous haven of immaculate serenity, untouched snow blanketing all what your eyes can see.
It is calmer today, more chilly than yesterday. While your breath fogs the window your thoughts drift on how to take advantage of that snow. Grab your wide-angle lens, shoot away? Pull on your reliable snow boots and trample away on the great white and make a snow angel or two? Maybe sit down with a warm coco and laze the day away?
The choices are endless, that is just for the snow. How about your taste? Your life? Your expression? How to silently cast your thoughts away?
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