WQWWC :: Destiny

Do you believe in destiny? I’m not sure I do. I think I’m more a kind of free will person, but sometimes I’d like to believe in destiny, to believe that my path was designed long ago, and nothing would change the here and now. I’d be free of guilty, and I’d stop thinking about the what if…

The freedom of choice is wonderful, I’m thankful for living in a country where I’m free to go and come back to where I want, not so much now with the pandemic 🙂 but many women in the world don’t have this physical freedom. Here, I’m not talking about the physical/space stuff, I’m talking about the stuff that is in my mind, the freedom to be content in the moment, to know that the here and now is the best for me, no matter what happened, this path is the right, it is the one written in the stars.

“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”

Buddha

“Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?”

Garth Nix, Sabriel

The topic for this week WQWWC is Writer’s choice, I’ve chosen Destiny! Let me know in the comments what are your thoughts about it.

Have a great weekend!

Tanka Tuesday :: Mindfulness

the Earth is turning
mindfulness is the answer
finding the purpose

my favorite corner in the backyard. it’s unbelievable that the summer solstice is almost here. i’m trying to be mindful and to set a few priorities before the summer starts. i want to enjoy the summer doing meaningful things for me, and not to let the daily business spoils it.

happy new month to you!

tanka tuesday

WQWWC :: Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

Joining Marsha’s Writer’s Quotes Wednesdays Writer’s Challenge. The theme this week is HOPE.

Well, this word always brings me back to one of my favorite poems of Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers

Here is my version of Hope! I hope you enjoy 😉

Expectation
Desire
Believing in the magic
The impossible turning into possible
The only tool to keep us going
When nothing else makes sense
A wish
A silent prayer
The soul talking to the mind