I felt a bit anxious yesterday and could physically feel how my muscles are tensing. The area around my eyes became tighter and I could feel the burning sensation in my eyes and a feeling of breathlessness.
I knew there was nothing I can do about the current situation which I was trying to find a solution for.
I felt a bit anxious yesterday and could physically feel how my muscles are tensing. The area around my eyes became tighter and I could feel the burning sensation in my eyes and a feeling of breathlessness. I knew there was nothing I can do about the current situation which I was trying to find
Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfection.
“A Month ago I switched on my notebook and it crashed. It asked me whether I would like to restore it to its former position. I tried a number of times but it could not restore itself to its old self.”
This morning whilst having my quiet coffee moment – I reflected on the the story of Jesus calling Peter to walk on water. The disciples were in the boat (which drifted out on the lake as there was a slight wind blowing) sleeping. On waking they saw an image on the water and at first sight they thought it’s a ghost/demon and was terrified at this sight.
Jesus asked them not to be afraid as it is, He. Peter called out; Jesus if it is you then call me to come to you. – Come to me.
I looked at the henna tattoos and asked her – are you able to cover this up for me please? She said: Never hide your scars as they remind you how far you have come on your Journey. Not the answer I wanted to hear as to me it looked unsightly. That was two years ago.
Everyone was leaving but I decided to stay behind to pack what was left in the cabinet next to his bedside. I recall standing with that see-through carrier bag, containing his hairbrush, spectacle case, and some other personal items, at the elevator. On the bag was a sticker. On it was written his name.
I stood there waiting for the elevator to reach the floor I’d been visiting daily. The words of the doctors saying: “Take care of her as she is the rock in your family and hearing my brother saying with pride: “she is like a mother to us”
I walk and am surrounded by Words. I wake and am surrounded by…Words. I have always been surrounded by Words.
When I was little I would watch the other kids play and I would form ..Words. Words became my friend. Books became my friend. My safe place when I felt not to speak to others. When I needed peace and quiet.
I soon had to learn to differentiate between what were my thoughts and what were “stories” meaning Words I give life to.
“You are like the salt for the human race. But if salt loses its saltiness, there is no way to make it salty again. It becomes worthless, so it is thrown out and people trample on it.” I remember hearing a story of how salt, that lost its saltiness during ancient times, were strewn on
“You are like the salt for the human race. But if salt loses its saltiness, there is no way to make it salty again. It becomes worthless, so it is thrown out and people trample on it.”
It was with irony that I noted that this pic of me below was taken on the day of Nelson Mandela’s 100th Birthday anniversary. Yesterday whilst digging up a pic of him the infamous quote came to mind: “As I walked out of the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I