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Thursday 4 January 2024

I WILL TRUST THAT TIME IS A HEALER by Tahlia Hunter

"I WILL TRUST THAT TIME IS A HEALER"
by Tahlia Hunter

Now is the time for you to walk a new path and let go of all that is old and holding you back from getting where you wish to go and becoming who you wish to be. Trust that all that is meant for you will always be for you, all that is meant to be in your life will be there when the time is right and all paths will lead you to where you are meant to be.

And if on the path,

you find yourself feeling discouraged, saddened or let down,

you may repeat to yourself the following:

"All I need I possess within me. I have no need of outside approval or attention. No matter where I presently find myself, I will choose to bring myself peace and closure in this moment. I have no need of searching for love or acceptance from another, for I am love itself and I fully embrace and accept myself.

I will trust that time is a healer, bringing perspective and directing my attention and energy elsewhere. And however angry or discouraged I may be in the present moment, in time, once I have healed, things will look very different. Just because I cannot see or feel it right now, that does not mean it will never come to be.

I do not regret my past missteps and detours

for I am committed to a path of love and growth

and they helped to shape me into who I am today.

And I will embrace periods of temporary rest and inaction,

for a bow must be pulled backwards to shift forwards -

this is how the greatest growth occurs.

While I may feel temporarily wounded, my heart will heal once again,

strengthened far greater than before,

and once healed,

what my eyes cannot glimpse, my heart need not grieve.

And I will choose to shift my focus

from what I cannot control

to what I can create

and from who I once was

to who I wish to be."

Words by Tahlia Hunter https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

Artwork by Katarína Vavrová Artist

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The House of Whispers by English With Mia

"The House of Whispers" by English With Mia

In a small town nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests stood a peculiar house known as the House of Whispers. It had been there for as long as anyone could remember, its weathered walls adorned with ivy, and its windows always shrouded in mystery.

The townsfolk spoke in hushed tones about the strange occurrences surrounding the house. Some claimed to have heard faint whispers carried by the wind that seemed to emanate from the old building. Others spoke of flickering lights or shadows moving behind the curtains when no one lived there for years.

Among the locals, there was a tale passed down through generations. It spoke of a kind-hearted family that once lived in the house, spreading joy and warmth throughout the community. But one fateful night, they vanished without a trace, leaving the house empty, yet filled with secrets.

One bright morning, a curious young girl named Lily decided to investigate the House of Whispers. Lily was known for her bravery and adventurous spirit, and she was determined to uncover the truth behind the mysterious whispers that echoed through the town.

As she approached the house, its creaky gate opened with an eerie groan. Lily stepped onto the overgrown path that led to the front door. She could feel the eyes of the townsfolk watching, but her curiosity outweighed any fear.

Upon entering, Lily noticed the house was filled with remnants of a life once lived. Dust-covered furniture, faded photographs, and an air of melancholy surrounded every room. The whispers she'd heard about seemed like a distant echo, almost indistinguishable.

Lily explored further, drawn to a room at the end of the corridor. The door creaked open, revealing a cosy space filled with old books and a rocking chair facing the window. As she scanned the room, she noticed a faded journal lying on the table.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Lily began to leaf through the pages. The journal belonged to the youngest member of the family, Emily. Her words spoke of joyous days and laughter echoing through the halls. But as Lily read on, the entries turned sorrowful, detailing the family's sudden fear of someone or something lurking in their home.

Suddenly, Lily heard a soft whisper, barely audible. It felt as though someone spoke directly into her ear. She glanced around, but the room was empty. The whispers grew louder, and she realized they weren't external but seemed to echo from within the journal itself.

The pages fluttered, as if moved by an unseen force. Lily's heart raced, but she continued to read. Emily's final entry spoke of their decision to leave, to escape the inexplicable events. But before they could flee, the whispers consumed them, and they vanished into thin air.

A cold shiver ran down Lily's spine as she closed the journal. The whispers faded, leaving an eerie silence behind. With a determined yet trembling hand, she placed the journal back on the table, feeling a sense of both sadness and relief.

Leaving the House of Whispers, Lily felt a mix of emotions. She knew the tale would remain a mystery, and the whispers would continue to haunt the old house. Yet, she also carried with her a newfound respect for the family that had faced the unknown and disappeared into the whispers that echoed through time.

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Wednesday 3 January 2024

NEW BEGINNINGS by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

"NEW BEGINNINGS"
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

loosen the things,

that hang on to me so tightly-

the richness of my being,

does not come-

from my outer living,

what is held within-

creates the space,

I choose to dwell in.

let the broken pieces,

drift away that try-

to remain,

it is time for their release-

like rising smoke from inside me.

what if I could see,

all of my being drifting-

past, present and future,

equally…

without resentment or criticism,

regret or fear-

coming to my middle way,

of living.

as it comes,

choosing more than doing-

allowing all of me to,

blend into the love-

that holds me.

what brings me out,

of the darkest depths-

to my twilight,

as it comes-

constant and sure,

same as that what holds-

the breath of night,

without hesitation-

it holds me now,

despite my own undoing.

it rises with the rising light-

within me,

to my new beginnings.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Artist Christian Schloe

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THE SEASONS OF LIFE

"THE SEASONS OF LIFE" (author unknown)

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn to not judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no – it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the tree’s life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are – and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life – can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfilment of your fall.

Don’t judge a life by one difficult season. Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

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Tuesday 2 January 2024

MAYBE IF YOU STOP by Sir Anthony Hopkins

"MAYBE IF YOU STOP"
by Sir Anthony Hopkins

BRUTAL! These words are from actor Anthony Hopkins.

Let go of people who are not ready to love you.

This is the hardest thing you'll ever have to do in your life and it will also be the most important thing.

Stop having difficult conversations with people who don't want to change.

Stop showing up for people who are not interested in your presence.

I understand your instinct is to do everything possible to earn the admiration of those around you, but it’s an urge that robs your time, energy, and mental and physical health. When you start striving for a life with joy, interest, and dedication, not everyone will be prepared to join you in that place.

It doesn't mean you have to change who you are, it means you have to let go of people who aren't ready to be with you.

If you are excluded, insulted, forgotten, or ignored by the people you give your time to, you are not doing yourself a favour by continuing to offer them your energy and your life.

Truth is you ain't for everybody and everybody ain't for you.

This is what makes it so special when you find people you have friendship with or mutual love.

You will know how precious it is because you have experienced what is not.

There are billions of people on this planet and many of them you will find at your level of interest and commitment.

Maybe if you stop showing up, they won't look for you.

Maybe if you stop trying, the relationship ends.

Maybe if you stop texting, your phone will stay dark for weeks.

That doesn't mean you ruined the relationship, it means the only thing sustaining it was the energy you only have to keep it.

That's not love, that's attachment.

It's giving a chance to those who don't deserve it!

You deserve so much more.

The most valuable thing you have in your life is your time and energy, as both are limited.

The people and things you give your time and energy to will define your existence.

When you realize this you start to understand why you are so anxious when you spend time with people, activities, or spaces that don't suit you and shouldn't be near you.

You will start to realize that the most important thing you can do for yourself and everyone around you is to protect your energy more fiercely than anything else.

Make your life a safe haven, where only people "compatible" with you are allowed.

You are not responsible for saving anyone.

You are not responsible for convincing them to do better.

It's not your job to exist for people and give them your life!

You deserve real friendships, true commitments, and a complete love with healthy and prosperous people.

The choice to separate yourself from toxic people will provide you with the love, respect, joy, and security you merit.

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THE FIGHT by Becky Hemsley 2023

"THE FIGHT"
by Becky Hemsley 2023

They’d heard she was a warrior.

And so they pictured her fresh from the fight - with flowing hair and dirt etched on her face. With fitted armour and a sword in her hand.

What they hadn’t realised was that she looked like the woman stood next to them in the supermarket. With messy hair and hurt etched on her face. With creased jeans and a coffee in her hand.

Because she’d been fighting a battle they knew nothing about. And even though it didn’t look like much of a victory to them, it really was.

That she was there. She was fighting. She was strong.

And no matter what she, or the battle, or the victory might have looked like to anyone else,

the fact remained…

She was a warrior.

******

Words Becky Hemsley 2023

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MAYBE--JUST MAYBE by Becky Hemsley 2024

"MAYBE--JUST MAYBE"
by Becky Hemsley 2024

Maybe this will be 'your year'.

Maybe it won't.

Maybe you are exhausted from 2023 and you don't have the energy to jump into 2024, determined to claim it for your own.

Maybe you're happy for 2024 to pass gently, with no huge mountains to climb or valleys to negotiate.

Without the peaks and troughs

and the highs and lows.

Maybe you're simply ready for 2024 to be consistently peaceful and calm.

There is something incredibly freeing about feeling content with where you are. Without the need to keep chasing more, more, more.

If you keep climbing mountains, soon enough you'll run out of sky.

And when you do, you might realise that you never really stopped to look back at how far you've come; you never really paused to admire the view.

If there's a mountain in your midst and you're determined to climb it,

then go for it. Let this be 'your year'.

But know too that this can be 'your year' if you simply reach the end of it

happy and at peace.

Because life is not defined by the giant peaks and the constant climb.

It is defined by the tiny, every day things that add up to great contentment.

So you don't need to take the wheel if you're too exhausted to drive.

You don't need to steer this year away from where you are,

if where you are makes you happy.

Maybe 'your year' will see you climbing mountains.

But maybe - just maybe -

it will also see you sitting back

and enjoying just how far you've come.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2024

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Beautiful artwork by Ed Perkins (@ededperkins on Instagram)

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THANK YOU by Tahlia Hunter

"THANK YOU"
by Tahlia Hunter

And if you were to come

face to face

with your future self,

I imagine that they would

wrap you in a warm embrace

and whisper the following words to you:

"Thank you for the mistakes you made,

so that I could discover what it means to be wise.

Thank you for the moments of doubt you faced,

so that I could discover what it means to have faith.

Thank you for the wrong roads you took,

so that I could discover what it means to find my way.

Thank you for the grudges you held,

so that I could discover what it means to forgive.

Thank you for the masks you wore,

so that I could discover what it means to be authentic.

Thank you for the moments you took for granted,

so that I could discover what it means to be grateful.

Thank you for the pride you displayed,

so that I could discover what it means to be humble.

Thank you for the times you were judgemental,

so that I could discover what it means to be accepting.

Thank you for the fears you faced,

so that I could discover what it means to be brave.

Thank you for the conflicts you navigated,

so that I could discover what it means to find harmony.

Thank you for the storms you weathered,

so that I could discover what it means to be strong.

And thank you for the rejections you faced,

so that I could discover what it means to truly love,

not only others, but myself,

and life itself.

I look back on you

not with shame,

but with pride and admiration

for without you

I would not be who I am today."

Words by Tahlia Hunter https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

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Artwork by Fromdrawing, Hana Jang