I can love Facebook, I can also “hate” it. If you had asked me about this love-hate relationship with Facebook, I’d have told you that the reason of its existence was the nauseating amount of angry, incredibly efficient stress and gastritis inducing posts I’d see on my news feed. But, that has changed…
I’m feeling a little meh…
I’m not exactly sure why, I just am.
There was this shoe box living in my sister’s room. She found it today while cleaning up her room. Inside this show box she found… Continue reading “Down memory lane…”
I get that abundance is available for all. We “just” need to get past these feelings of unworthiness, lack and just generally feeling that we are victims to our circumstances.
I get that this reality we call reality, isn’t really real.
I get that this life we live is a mixture of what we as individual souls want to experience in this life time (predestined) and the choices that we make leading to its consequences (free will).
I get all that and a lot of other things too…
and cried. The whole works. Tears and snot.
Only because “wallaby” is a lot cuter than saying “wannabe”.
Have you ever written about something that affects you, and after spending a good hour on it, feeling that you have written all you want about it, read through it, did a bit of editing on it and then publishing it, suddenly realise…there was a whole other aspect of what you should have written about?
A simple trivia question. Which of the zodiac signs is the only one out of the 12 that does not have any human, animal or part human representing it?
I decided to take the “day off” yesterday. You know, enjoy not doing anything. Letting my overactive monkey mind to relax. Maybe, read a book. Have a couple of naps. Just be totally lazy. Basically, let Abigail my inner magical sloth (shamelessly borrowed from Lev Grossman’s The Magician King – awesome book, by the way) to come out and just do what sloths do best.
In about 3 hours, it will be exactly 2 months and a day since my mum was rushed to the hospital in distress. 2 months since I spent the night that was to be her last, with her at the hospital and a day short of 2 months since she passed on – to continue her journey as the beautiful, amazing soul that she is.
that make life, LIFE.
I was talking to a friend of mine about this mandala about a week ago. She mentioned two interesting things. The first was that she was attracted to this mandala even though the colours were not something she would normal go for. The second was that she felt guilty for wanting to purchase this.