Today the sunshine was in his bones, it's heat radiating outwards into the bright day. It was as if the people glowed, their aura so happy on these summer days. Manuel rested in the shade, his eyes on the foliage above, on each green leaf in that vast canopy. He watched a man reclined in that dappled shade, a book resting on his raised knees, his eyes following the text as if it were the soft call of a lover.Before he had quite chosen what to do, his feet have taken him under that same tree, perhaps they longed to feel the coolness of the grass around him. And as he read on, he dreamed and the moments stretched out into a medicinal ambiance, made all the stronger for the heat, the brilliant light and the blessing of such company.After a while, he decided to head back home. That was when Manuel observed that there was a kind of tiredness that needed a good night's sleep, and another that needed so much more. For him, one became the other, starting out as the "one night kind" until on
They were here was an explosion in her brain... the good sort... the type that carried more possibilities than she could be conscious of. But there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting her feet.Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there could be tears, but it was he adventure to take and so she smiled. The ideas would come, probably when she least expected it, so she laced her boots and took a step. She had never experienced what it was like planning a wedding for her child before.Especially now that she was the head queen. There was just so many things to do. So many influence the wedding would bring to her doorstep. Finally, her name would be heard all round the city. What greater joy could ever be compared to that? In good moods a writer may paint words that are fine wine and soft music; words that contain more healing medicine than all the drugs created by man. They a
I wonder if anyone noticed how pretty the sky was today, how the blue was bright and soft all at once. I wonder if they saw the serenity of the clouds that sailed by, gently passing on toward anyplace the wind wishes them to reach. I wonder if they let their eyes rest upon their white tops and follow the infinite greys that blend so harmoniously with one another, almost bluish. I wonder if they, as I did, imagined them to be Beluga whales swimming through a clean ocean, a happy family, singing, playing. If they did, I hope they felt at least a little of what I feel, a calm sense of awe as warm as sunny rays. If so, I hope they felt a tingle in their fingers and heightened senses, the heady aroma of blooms and the subtle movement of leaves, the way light reflects from both foliage and feathers. For when I tune in to these subtle and many pleasures, these everyday wonders, nature gives to me a quiet joy... and in that moment I am as happy as any queen or king has ever been. Doris smile
The master learner attains the high levels of mastery because they are humble enough within to learn. Thus masters are humble of spirit. Yet, student, they are the boss of you because they are the master! Confidence is not ego. Earned skill is not ego. Being of greater ability is not ego. Assuming you can become a master in such short time is ego. Become an apprentice so that one day your master will be proud that you exceeded them. That is what real mastery is.She was the kind of student that reputations of grand universities are built on yet rarely acknowledge, for the brilliance of her wit spurred on the rest of her cohort to higher heights.There he was, Nathan Anakin, a student ready for university, after so long as her boy. He was a man. A young man, admittedly, still needing her for little things, still looking to her to right his ship in the storms of new challenges. Any mother would be proud, and she certainly was.Nobody in his family had any real education, but he knew he w
IWe can reframe our hero and villain characters as apex nurturer-protector and apex predator respectively. Whether we are looking at Kong vs Godzilla or the character of Dominic Toretto in the "Fast and the Furious" franchise vs any of the villains his team faces, we see the same theme. Humanity is looking to run itself with apex nurturer-protectors rather than apex predators because this is the way to peace and sustainability.Character is not a set thing, yet can morph and change as we mature, as we learn to keep the 'good wolf' version of ourselves in command and the cold hearted 'evil wolf' self at bay. We are, after all, as the elder said, "Two Wolves."Lisa threw her head back and laughed. "Hypocrite? Ha! Yes, of course I'm a hypocrite, but then there are two of me. There's my subconscious mind with its high ideals and my conscious that just wants to ensure the survival of me and you. So yes, I want to fight global warming and I drive a car, I want animal rights and I buy meat, I
Evelyn loved stories like that, and so she read on. According to our sources, the shadow government can now run all of your writings and audios through an artificial intelligence computer. From the subcomponents of your language and word choices, from the metaphors you chose, they can determine your psychology completely and literally read all your private thoughts. If you have any online presence at all, especially in social media or creative writings, you have no secrets. They know who the criminals are, who the assholes are and who the meek are. You are all bagged and tagged in cyber space.Reason died so long ago that most are zombie to some degree or other, all seeking "brains to consume" - hence social media. The hordes are whores for ideas and have no capacity to make sense of them. They will support nonsense with as much force as sense. They will ask for explanations they have no capacity to comprehend... and then blame you, ridicule you, set others against you... unless you
This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening.If I ever cross my heart... if I ever betray my heart and anger it... then I hope to die. For in this life my heart is my pure heaven-ward guide. To those I love, to the world I love, to my true life mission and path... I must be faithful, protective and nurturing. I'd rather be dead than do deeds for the evil force. So, you see, I didn't sell my soul because it is already owned by my creator and in that commitment I feel safest and best.Love is our sun, night and day, our sixteen candles ever protected, ever safe and sound.Those rough hands were my medication, my heart-song and my light, for that is love. Love compacts the senses, and as when stardust so compacted in the universe, a new star is born with its own gravity and radiant light.Love is a quiet emotion that in time becomes part of the oxygen you need to breathe, and so though you
In your words I am safe because they aren't just words. You are there every day, every year. You are there in the good times and the bad. Even knowing my faults, of which there are many, you are there to listen, to defend, to love. You understand my anxieties, my triggers and the ghosts that haunt me, driving actions that are so illogical to others. In return I keep you safe with my words, my deeds. I am the one who will always be there for you, be honest with you, listen and care. I won't always have answers for you, you won't always have answers for me, but you will never be alone in your problems and neither will I. So today I will paint you a picture of my love with words, and then everyday I will prove they are true."A love that isn't considerate and kind is not love at all." Parker Ryan was saying to his daughter. "It is merely an emotional attachment. Bonds can be made for selfish reasons or simply fail to mature to real love. For love to be real each partner puts the other fir