Fear of abandonment became her core belief because of events outside of her control when she was just a child. There were ways to fix and counter that, ways to teach one how to have healthy anxiety-free relationships. She remembered what a distant friend of hers used to say: have great core values. You believe in good things and you have a hero heart, get well and come join our team, little one, we need good people such as yourself. She smiled at the thought. "That inner critic is a bit loud today, huh? It wants to save you from making mistakes but it's creating anxiety, doubt and misplaced shame. I think you need a dose of self compassion. Be as sweet to yourself as you are to others. Being kind should radiate inwards as-well as into the world beyond." Tori's eyes were heavily fixated on Anne, her firmed friend. "Honey, we all mess up. Once in a while we mess up real bad. Then we learn from that mistake, we make amends if that's required, we move on to become a better person. Liter
"The blizzard removes the illusion of my eyes. With sight I am not alone, I am one of many in the world and the world is full of interesting things to see, to touch to feel, to keep my mind anchored in time and space. But as the white flakes whirl around me in an angry vortex I am as alone as I would be in the bleakness of space and cold, so cold. I reach out with gloved hand to guide my way but it is swallowed before it has gone even a few inches. To save my eyes from the blinding white I must narrow them until they are almost shut, and all the while the wind rages without end, only reducing its ferocity long enough to gather the strength for another attack. All my heart can do is beat warm blood around my veins in a hope that the storm will end, all my mind can do is plan the most logical path to warmth, safety and to something more tangible than light and snow.It's that day of drowning, here again, the cold wash only I can feel. I don't want to get up. I don't want to move at all. A
✩★✩"Lemme tell you something, drug abuse statistics count shattered souls like dollars. Each digit is a person, a family, a tragedy. People aren't wired to make good choices about tragedies with mathematics, we need to engage with people on a human scale, make eye contact, touch, hug, empathize. The more in trouble the person is the more love they need, the more support they are crying out for. In this world there are many sensitive souls that need help to thrive. We need to see them as fellows of our kind, ones with gifts from the divine as much as ourselves. When it is most challenging to give love we should be taking that as a signal to give more. Wounds are healed by love, compassion, caring, genuine support. Do that and your addict will find it easier to cast away the drugs." Kevin was telling a friend. He had been though there and just wanted to try his best to see if he could help, and why not? If there was anyone to give greater advise, it would be him. His life had been pret
The night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.Stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home. No matter the years that passed, Nathan saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew him would see his eyes smile and his breathing deepen just a little.As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Shay always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we are. He wondered, if we were nocturnal would we feel m
Isla was the first to speak. "I am part of you, am I not? Why would you still hide things from me?" With arms akimbo and a tough frown on her face, she paced around the room. Nathan had been meaning to speak with his wife regarding a message he received, then paused as he remembered Isla still being present. It was a normal Friday and she had been sent by Trevor to visit in case she would get lucky finding any news from them. She visited quite often like that for the same reason. Nathan shared an awkward glance with Doris, both of them wondering whether they could fully trust her. Surely she had promised to fully take their side in the long war that ran between Nathan and her father's people, the Dragons. But still, he couldn't really test her too easily. He needed some kind of test. "Well, how about we try this." Nathan said and both women in the room stared at him with undivided attention. "Were um," it was at that moment that he braced himself. He wasn't certain he trusted her
Isla's mind raced on vast varieties of doubts. She wondered what Nathan had meant when she had asked why they hadn't trusted her. How was any of that her fault!She tried hard just to come through for him, and what did he do in return? He bailed on her. Again, because of his so-called wife!"Calm down, Isla," heaving in a deep sigh, it seemed to calm her a little. There was a knock from her and the door flung open like he had been expecting her. "Hello Trevor, I've got some good news." Trevor frowned. "H-how did you know my place?" "Not important," she said blankly, then began to grin wildly, "as the news I've got today." "IJ smiling like this, wow this is a whole new level." Remarked Trevor. "Well, come on in." He said, gesturing she entered.She strode in, taking a moment to observe his house. The living room was not as large as theirs, but it was larger than that of most Ettavile households—Nathan and Evelyn's home not excluded. It had a fine warm touch of cream color mixed with
Evelyn dressed up that morning, putting on her best outfit. She needed to look her best after all. The weather seemed to be a nice trigger for her next plan, although she began to rethink the entire scheme. Nobody knew her before. They didn't want her, they never cared about her, nor were they interested in her likes and passions. And now suddenly because she was all bold and powerful, she was suddenly important. She was still thinking about what her next move would be when he entered. "Oh Owen, thank goodness you're around." She said as soon as she saw him, "what do you think? Look at me--hey!" Before she could finish talking, he had already walked out on her. It wasn't like it was something he didn't always do. She was partially used to it. For some reason, he seemed to hate her. He always hated her, but it was always temporary, and then they would settle. But that time it, it felt like it had been forever!She sighed. There was no time to waste. She needed to speak to her son, a
Doris and her husband sat opposite to each other in the living room, and that was when the idea popped up on Nathan's mind. "Hey, Doris?" he called and she brought her head up to take a look at him. She had been engrossed on her phone all morning that it was starting to make Nathan worry. He decided to ask what was going on later, after he had spoken his mind first. "Actually, I've been thinking of our plan, and I thought maybe it's only just a dream, you know?" There was a way he laughed that showed a very vivid image of his heart being crumbled in fear. What if it didn't work and all of his enemies--since there were quite a lot of them--all just work together again and defeat him, just like the old times? Worse, what if his defeat became permanent that time? He could not risk getting his wife and their child hurt! "Nathan, calm down. I understand you and it gets really overwhelming too. I know that," Doris said, her voice soothing and relaxing. "But this is what is right, and th