Beginning the day with gratitude As birds chirp their morning song, the suns golden rays start their dance across our part of the world. The day begins, waiting for us to awaken. This is the perfect time to express gratitude. For me, it starts with my alarm if I have …
We all have our people, our loved ones. The friends and family that fill our thoughts and hearts. The ones who shows up in our time of need. In hard times, these are the people who often are at the forefront, helping prop us up. They can also be the …
Lying motionless and alone. Darkness all around. Thoughts darting through the cobblestone crevices of the mind. A single tear escapes from one eye. No warning. A scan of the body; no other signs that another crying episode is coming. And come it will. That is for certain. For they have …
Dear Diary, Today is shit!!! I mean, the weather is okay and all. So maybe because the sun is shining, the day might miraculously turn out okay. The thing is, I feel like shit, messed up, depleted, tired, numb, uncomfortable. It is hard to even think properly. I swear my body …
Just recently, I have had a little over a week of insufficient sleep. I have definitely noticed the effects of it upon my body and capacity to do tasks. It makes me wonder if this is in part a reason why many teenagers are not coping so well. They are …
I originally posted this on my Mumma Sue’s View Facebook Page on Friday 6th of September, 2019 My thoughts for this week come to you in a simple post here, this time, rather than on my Blog. That leads into why; challenges. This week, life has presented a couple of …
Happy and proud are attainable states of being. Read on to discover how we can attain both happiness in, and being proud of, oneself. Being happy Happy is said to be the state in which one feels joy and contentment. It is that emotion whereby we smile with ease from …
Folks, stay tuned and I will be back next week with another blog post. I am having a much needed break between Christmas and New Year.
This is a short fictional piece on pain that I wrote some time ago to exercise my writing muscles, so to speak. Silent hurt Anna cries inside now; she has wept all that was left to weep. Teardrops that once spilled over her lower eyelids to travel downward over the …
Becoming more weary by the hour, I was more than ready to sink into my cloud-soft bed with its beautifully supple sheets and warm covers. Six hours sleep each night hadn’t cut it. Despite the long awakened hours of previous days and short nights, I had coped reasonably well. This …
