Nowadays I c an't write. No time. Must prepare, pack... (move my butt in a quick way just like a splash lightning blinding eyes) ANYTIME. Nothing to wear because I can't control weight since I love eating is exactly the same as a jaguar eats meat harshly. Have to do report cards. Need to start cooking. Have to finish laundry. Must start a new business. Have to make some ideas in engaging my kids so we have precious time together. Need to finish my students pas. Must clean bathrooms. Positively have to pay bills. Have to take one daughter and the other one to different school, music courses and many places. Sometimes they ask something different that I can't handle at once. Need to call and communicate le hubby who works in Tanjungpinang (Thanks Mark Z. you have already made my life worthwhile since you created Meta Platforms). Sometimes le hubby and I talk in particular on the phone and most of them we do a sleep call and make the phone's died by itself. Need to make ar...
My intention with this blog is to talk about things important to me and share some of what I have learned from mistakes, negative life experiences as well as good choices and positive experiences. I want to share life with whoever would like to share theirs. This is my first blog so if it isn’t perfect that’s ok. Bear with me and we can learn together from and with each other. I am just a person like you looking for meaning and purpose in a chaotic world. I chose lemons as my topic because no matter how hard we try to make our lives what we want somehow lemons show up. We all get lemons at some time or another in life, right? Some lemons suck more than others, but no matter how you cut them they are still lemons (fruit you didn't intend to harvest in life). What matters isn't the exact kind of lemon you get or how big or sour it is compared to someone else’s (it is what we choose to do with that lemon that creates meaning in our life). What can we do with the lemons ...
Have you ever wished you could travel back in time? After being so deeply connected to my dear departed Great-Aunt yesterday through the fragrance of roses, it got me thinking about the number of times a smell or an odour has transported me to another time or place. Scent can be a powerful memory trigger. No need for a fancy device to take you places. Sense of smell is a tool I often use in my creative writing to help make my imagined world more real and three-dimensional. The smell of the ocean – that good, clean briny smell – always relaxes me and makes me happy. It reminds me of my grandfather, who often took us sailing. The smell of spicy rum reminds me of him too. Lavender reminds me of my Grandma. When I was little and couldn’t sleep she would sprinkle a little lavender water on my pillow, and give me some on a hanky as well. Even now, when I have trouble sleeping, I reach for the lavender oil and am reminded of my Grandma’s love and kindness. Lavender also reminds me of fa...
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