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Blessing The Journey, after Lucille Clifton. may barren journeyscradle you into new purpose.as the stillness of the shores,soothe and cease from upswelling.and you find serenity in stillness.as the tide now becomes subdued. may fear be arid;droughted and dearth.as an oasis of confidence upsurge around you;dousing all you seek.and the veil of anxiety lay bare.as certitude
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1 May the Lord answer you when you are in distress; may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.2 May he send you help from the sanctuary and grant you support from Zion.3 May he remember all your sacrifices and accept your burnt offerings.[b]4 May he give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed.5 May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up
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Psalm 100 (KJV) 1 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. 2 Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. 3 Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his
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WHAT IS POWER? Power Skills (A Masterclass for Women in Body Language and Communication) puts the concept of power into the best perspective. It is ‘confidence (that) at the same time (creates) feeling of ease and calm. The objective of the book is to help women communicate through their body language. It teaches us that
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Normally, I do not read self help books. After all, we all have the answers to solving our life problems. Why do I need a book to tell me something I already know or can figure out myself. Right? Wrong. Self help books save you the time so you can channel the effort to make
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WORDS (My Taste For Rain Has Changed): my taste for rain has changedI no longer cry storms.my taste for thunder begun,when my feet vowed to return. my taste for rain on arid soil,the dawn begunand with the weather I was overi vowed my storm will return. Under the faint sky,my taste for rain evolved.Grew into
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hello and welcome to the bud and bloom meditation series. today we meditate on psalm one which encourages us to meditate on the word of the lord day and night. to start meditation, let’s begin with opening prayer in three parts which is to give thanks, pray for forgiveness and the pray with the Lord’s
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What is Bullet Journalling? Bullet Journalling is a fun, therapeutic way to customise how you organise your time and interests. For those who do not know, it is a diary/ journal that you build for yourself using your own unique themes and keys. What do you need for Bullet Journalling? To start a bullet journal,
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There is always a negative connotation attached to unhappiness. Yet, unhappiness that warrants reflection can often lead to change. Does that mean that unhappiness can be changed always? Not neccessarily, however, the mindset can be transformed. The secret to transforming your mindset resides in the acronym of happiness. Here is how to use ‘HAPPINESS’ to
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WORDS:clearing out the truths in my closeti find another.amidst the chaos and the calm,there drapes the dark woollen coat.persistently promising to always be in vogue.its length smiles at my older selfits warmth laughs at my latter daysits style larks at the former selfits size beams in my early agetelling me its elegance is graspedat a
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she asks herself and asks again. as her voice breaks like floral porcelains, she picks up the pieces. it hurts, it takes time. for the little pieces perforates and sinks into the hands like the painful memories. there she pulls the shards and plaster the wound. silence reminds her that she has been here before
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WORDS:A lucid mirageFaint elusive memoriesReason redundant.
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WORDS:A book never used,Left untouched gathering dust.Potential wasted.
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Hello all, As 2020 is now approaching, we begin to think more about our goals and our accomplishment. For those of us who loves vision boards and planning resources, I have designed a simple package for us to reflect, plan and record our goals for 2020.
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WORDS:A hand that neverlabour. Yet clings to prayer,asks for starvation.
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WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint on wooden windowsthe flames upraising like an anthem and we asked our bloodshot eyes to stop chantingwith smoke engraved in our parched coughingwe watch the arid commodities burn with the heat.red spices and brown sugar
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WORDS: A stolen laughter, Becomes broken bitternessSeized from sincere souls.
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WORDS:Echoed voice dancing,On the tepid mouth of speech.Borders are now mute.
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WORDS: a shame is coming, lurking over the horizon. it hisses, coughs and laughs.wanting its presence known. brewing in hatred for reputation refusing to revere character. on its arrival they tried to fleebillowing into the distance
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Poem When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this. The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow –It felt like the warningOf what I feel now.Thy vows are all broken,And light is thy fame;I hear thy name spoken,And share
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WORDS: Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper;as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the seconds.cocooning into an origami of the things it strives fortill it calls into the calmest crane.forgetting a thousand cranes brings luckbut this one is troubled; creased by a thousandyet it doesn’t sink in its despondence
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This blog post will provide you with a free Excel worksheet that allows you to organise your creative opportunities in one place. You can see the status, deadline, priority, level of progress, requirements and notes all in one place. This fully functional worksheet is a free download. This worksheet has four main tabs which are:
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****Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide**** We’ve been doing this for the past four years, ever since we read it in Goodbye magazine. It was the ‘7 Pacts You Should Make To Honour Your Friendship’ article which suggested that friends should allocate the time to see each other regularly. So, we decided that every last
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i. my word is a heron trying to swallow its fishbut the bare bones spike against the bitter bills. across the hill over the black lake drowns the words that i cannot say. ii. so i find solace in echoes of the skybut do not seek the lineage callfor the clouds swallow softlywhen they bellow
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Callous feet walked through Fire. A searing flame steaming Souls. Flames of desire
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the opulent ivory door laments for the two pulsating hearts denying rational thoughts as silence slays the hopeof going back to sleep whole. no longer wadingits presence satiates the room and consciously it slices the truthleaving scratches on the marble tops with residues of tea in the porcelain cups
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A sombre season Where light fades and dark brightens There silver strands align. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel
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Investing in my skin used to be something I thought of as vain or shallow, not because of the benefits and the healthiness of the skin but because of the ways products are promoted to make us feel younger and prettier. It wasn’t until recently that I started to see skincare as part of wellbeing.
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Waterfall (Haiku) A soft staccato Smoothly singing southwards Rapid droplets dance.
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Theresa Lola’s effortless ability to weave family and faith and explore the nexus of the familiar and distant in the Nigerian culture makes this collection one that I can resonate with . In Search of Equilibrium transpires its names from an almost circle-of-life likeness where when one life passes on, another is ‘wailed’ into existence.
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Carrying maps we movethrough battlegrounds and trails,roadways, displays andmuseums built of alabasteron swamps in cities marked withEuropean names Following blue lines, red circlesstreet signs and highway markerscompass points and scalemeasuring distance between placesand distant constellationsthat will one day disappear Slipping into another formcatching glimpses of the futurecherished and held inour collective past, pressedbetween magnetic pagesreframed
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For some people, smartphones are more like a distraction than a blessing. If you are running a business, you might find yourself trying to update your social media accounts and spending hours every day viewing videos that are not even related to your industry. There are, however, some positive aspects of using smartphones and technology
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if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could contemplate a dreamand have a labour that dawns it into realityi would dream for me. if i could say a word and have courage that never relents i would speak for me. if i could
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Seaside (Haiku) When the weeping waves Hides its tears in bitter sands Pebbles mediate. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
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a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of honey and milk a shadow tattered in light with sight dark as void a sinister compassionate misled the feet promising a land of honey and milk a shape stirred in sorrow with tears dripping as
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Your boat is moored on the black canal and the woman is playing the cello for you, long low notes the colour of crows’ wings. You are a sound-box, air vibrates inside your bones as each note elongates, a dark expanse –are you under her protection, or is it a baffle she draws around you,
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Sunrise (Haiku) The silent sunrise Sits softly on the lake’s ripples, Without permission. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
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When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the youth. The feet walks casually imprinting its mark. Yet, no one remembers the hand that adorned the feet nor the language that taught it how to walk. An inscription stronger than titanium and more permanent
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The mind, body and soul are key areas of focus when it comes to self care. This is because they intersect. I find self-care to be an important message that people need to remind themselves each day. It cannot be shared enough. I see a lot of inspirational content on Instagram, Twitter and even here
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Eye Level is a short poetry collection written by Jenny Xie published this year. When reading any poetry collection, I am always curious to find out how the title formalised and look for links between the poetry and the title. This intersection was revealed in the poem Ongoing which states “She had trained herself to look
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building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts ask the fragmented hope to forget thy not and rejoice to remember thee not as a song, not as prayer but it rises in that similitude above the firmament and encircling the sky it asks
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Rain (Haiku) When the clouds are crying, Land absorbs with apathy. Whilst the sea dances. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
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When emotions are excessive and the mind cannot cope. Close the eyes and imagine each strand. Dangling like chandelier pieces. A glistening ray of hope beacons. A festivity of light dances in the mind. Hold the light. Hold the hope. Let it fizzle the fear. Can you hear the crystals chorus and the diamond note.
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Autumn (Haiku) Autumn sings golden, eulogy probing summer , |on its stolen leaves. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
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The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The scarlet paints on the clear canvas of the skin, forming across the ankle a cerise daisy chain. When the red soil sticks to skin, the potency of the sun burns the cut deep within. With
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Grass (Haiku) Blades of emerald, Sway to the wind’s lullaby. A sad futile tune. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
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When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on her face. In her silence, it defended her. A world where hostility determines if you’re victimised and she’d rather be the victor. So she put it on each morning. After all, you cannot report expressions
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WORDS: the indigenous mouth is colonised by a new speech,do not ask oceans to cross borders for old words.at the periphery, language is under siege.her shudders roar like a legion of hummingbirds. in agony her pain reverbs into a stolen screechwatch it weep in its etymology it shares one-thirdof reading, writing and speaking to be
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Under the scarlet sky silence probed sadness for seven despondent days. Self-esteem is a lining that finds itself breaking and repairing itself again. Two entities cramp till they bleed hope or fear and cry in pain about crimson nightmares. Aches and tenderness massage the nodes till it swells upheaving like a wave then ask
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WORDS: the lurid sun hauled the dawn across the sere plainsand the silent soil spins its dust to the other side.with the watering hole minding its business for once.a forewarning of what is and yet to come,under the mid-summer dream in the haze of the Serengeti. ancient melodies recite with tearsbringing the gusts of the
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WORDS: I want to write aboutthe incandescent skies;the nebulous horizons;the midsummer mists;then get lost in the skies that words;commanded to remain blue. I want to write aboutadapting the ums in my speech,metamorphosing songsmerging metaphors to become melodies I want to write aboutyou, mine, and thee.wanderlust with subjects:probe predicates:meet with metaphors. I want to write about
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i was born by a well, and they drew me like Rachel, and Jacob waded for fourteen years. and in my lineage, we watched trees till they became branches with boughs of almonds and grew into something more than leaves. i was born by a lake, and they took me like Moses across the rivers
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a. temporal spaces labelled by place and space; i expel myself from without. convergent meets divergent and terrain meets new troughs; ambivalent to physicality; ordinance surveys point to keys and nodes is a just a reflection of my physical geographies. i haven’t formed yet- a mountain, valley, lake, and brook; sand dunes and wildfires; storms
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as the warmth of yellow basked in the summer breeze, i parch and thirsted for new beginnings. father, when thy kingdom comes and your will begins, let origins be the find i seek. mother, when thy kingdom comes and your will complete, let etymology be the song i sing. father, when thy kingdom comes and
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A bone crumbles delicately into a sand dune,with nimble flesh and sinews of delicate grains.Memories of a once picturesque sandcastle,now has trodden silver seashells dancing in its veins. In the crumbling, memories recount,how each speck becomes residues.recurring pain lullabies in the memoriesdisguising the hunger for sleep as night-time blues. Yet the world opens an ailing
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i. a thousand doves search for an olive leaf.and piece by piece, they brought the tree.but all we saw was sticks and twigs.they kept adding despite our unbelief. ii. a hundred grains searched for wholesome landand years of famine spread and grewbut all we saw was the need for food.the grains had tenacity for other
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A fragile world;pixelated dreams;we weft in thinned walls,and ecru spews the tepid truth. A night dies,bury her over the moonlit starsfor the song of day;is fervent for the horizon. A horizon uprisingas song of day, dreams onequilibrium find the world;and ache functions like breaking walls. Buy Rivers of Broken Waters here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rivers-Broken-Water-Hannah-Williams/dp/B0CR4D1L3D © 2022 Hannah Williams.
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