how i wish i could just see you,
in a snap,
in a blink,
in a heartbeat.
but the distance put between us
never stops the cliché butterflies
filling my stomach,
and lungs, maybe —
that every time i’d hear your voice,
i need to catch my breath,
as if you’ve snatched it
peace finds me
knowing that you’re here
in a snap,
in a blink,
in a heartbeat.
faster than a bullet train,
quicker than the lightning trail
i may not see you with my eyes
but i know, i will, someday
even if tomorrow seems so far away
weekly learnings
- a big leap could be achieved with small steps
- communication really is the KEY
- when anxiety attacks, fight back
- it wont hurt if you’ll ask
- prayer CHANGES everything
- plan, plan, PLAN
- practice, practice, PRACTICE
- help yourself to have a healthy lifestyle
- the first thing after thinking is DOING
new boat
somebody said, “everything you want is on the other side of fear.”
afraid, still, i decided to ride the boat than to miss it - in search for a deeper purpose than living. a leap of faith or maybe a voluntary deep in the water – either could not be done inside the safe harbor.
despite the uncertainties that run inside my head, the feeling was familiar. it’s as if you’re on a trip going to a place you’ve never been. a mixture of fear that you might not like it there and the jitters of excitement of hoping that maybe, just maybe, that’s where you’d find you.
so yaaaay!
here’s to my first week at WBF
first week away home
all i wanted is to be the person who will least disappoint you but why do i keep on being the best at it
“My world became a hideout for trespassers. Always considering me a place to cover ugly memories—a keeper of subtle things. My delicate walls stood until its last breath just to keep people out from their floods and storms. And when the sunshine peeks on the steady horizon, they escort themselves on their way out—forgetting the mess they scattered on the floor. I had always been like this. An unfaltering refuge they could run to but not once they stood still with me until sunset after knowing i was afraid of evenings. Nobody did. Needing me became their addiction because they know I don’t need anything from them. So all I heard were exit doors slamming. All i heard were favors after saying my name. Not a laughter I could overhear for hours, or a tap on back to lighten my loads. They love who they need. They need me because they know I have lots of love to give. So they take and take and take and take and leave.”
“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”— Courtney C. Stevens; The Lies About Truth
“And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.”— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
(via books-n-quotes)
When God Created Mothers”
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands…. no way.”
It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” God remarked, “it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
God,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”
I can’t,” said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
But tough!” said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
Can it think?”
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”
It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”
What’s it for?”
It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
You are a genius, ” said the angel.
Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.
— Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers (via coral)
