
They found each other in a raining day. Love at first sight, hope, and cure for their broken hearts.

Hearts, once crying in desolation, now beat as one, mended with stiches of love to create a place for hope.
Joining Sadje’s WDYS

They found each other in a raining day. Love at first sight, hope, and cure for their broken hearts.

Hearts, once crying in desolation, now beat as one, mended with stiches of love to create a place for hope.
Joining Sadje’s WDYS

On my kitchen table this morning:
Wishing a peaceful Sunday to you!

the sound of the rain
tiny beauties on my way
a long due haircut
a warm weekend ahead
a cup of tea and a book for later
now it’s your turn, what are you grateful for today?
List 30 things that make you happy.
Daily writing prompt

































J ourney O pening up thoughts to the pages U ltimate self-care R ecognizing my needs and dreams N ow, past and present colliding A nswers hidden in my being L ightness guides the pen I ntuition takes over N ever backing up G enuine pleasure
W3 prompt this week is: Write a poem of any style and any length on the topic of “Power.” I have written an acrostic poem about the power of journaling.
I’ve been journaling for 10 years. I remember the first time I put a pen to a blank page, it was in September, later in the afternoon, the autumn sunset bathed my living room. I got a piece of paper and a pen, leftovers of my kids homework. I started jotting down ideas, a little while those ideas transformed into deep thoughts, a yes, like magic, everything clarified in my mind.
Since then I have filled up many notebooks with my thoughts. I started getting fancy and buying beautiful journals with soft pages and pens that glide on each line or dot. Now I prefer dotted pages rather than lined ones.
Journaling is powerful!

Happy Summer!
Isn’t it wonderful summer is finally here after a long winter and a rainy and smoky spring? Hope the wildfires are under control and give us a break during the summer.
What are your plans for the summer? I’ve decided my best option is NO plans, only take it easy and enjoy day by day.
Bird's view look at those humans always running and worrying in a blink of an eye precious moments go away if only they knew how they look like from up here on this wire they are small dots lost in this immense planet pleasing others and forgetting themselves if only they knew how important they are a universe in a droplet perfection in each flaw one of a kind if only they knew how to fly higher on grounded feet


wings of transformation hidden beneath the mystery a message from faraway or close by its beauty is softness letting go of the weight opening up to the possibilities immersed in lavender scent reminds me of calm no hurry the time will arrive you will find the truth
My garden is blooming with flowers and butterflies, from time to time a dragonfly shows up, and I like to believe it has a message for me.
“The Dragonfly has been a symbol of happiness, new beginnings and change for many centuries. The Dragonfly means hope, change, and love.” You can find more about it here.
W3 prompt this week is “Write about the first wild creature that you see which inspires you on the day you write your poem.”

Memories from my childhood Exit through each pore in my skin Destiny masks the truth In search of the path Temptation or reality Action or dream Time is the culprit Irrational sense of power Overpassing what matters Now and here
W3 prompt this week has been chosen by Punam:
Since I’m working on my Meditation skills I had to pick Meditation as the word for the poem.
Now and here, or better, as I like to say HERE and NOW! It’s so difficult to keep our mind in the present, to observe and to feel the moment. The past always shows up, memories popping up and taking us back to the moments and situations that can’t be changed at this exact moment. I have come a long way, I’m much better now focusing on the present, but it’s a rough path, nothing smooth as the path on the photo above. I call this path a secret path, it’s in a park almost in front of my home, and only a few people walk on it. So, it’s my secret spot to do a quick walking meditation.

welcome blessed sunbeams blank pages are inviting thoughts are pouring down flowers are opening up the coffee fragrance inspires
A tanka for Tanka Tuesday

in between colours and dreams she carries the weight of her ancestors in her veins and heart victories and achievements pain and submission laugh by the bonfire and paint on her skin the shine in the eyes and wrinkles of wisdom her face doesn’t betray the lightness of her being
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #270 – the glory of women