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I dunno why, but this is what comes in my head every time I listen to Hesitate from the Jonas Brothers…

[ID: "It's okay if you didn't do enough this year... I know you feel bad for not doing enough... But know that doing less doesn't make you any 'less' of a person... Your value isn't based on how much you can do... Because you are already enough just as you are."]

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Good and healthy food is all the body needs, or maybe it needs love as well? #love #food #heal #yoga #plant #fruits #vegan #spicy #been #potato #carrots #cellyflower #dragonfruit #cactusfruit #energy #feelings #move #selfmade #easy (at Marrakech) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5pYLCJqyeu/?igshid=j853ox7jnqxo

•°F I R E F L I E S °•

But how will you grow without failing ?

You cant keep wishing upon the stars to guide you through the light

Ive seen you,

Seen how you hide sunshine in your pockets and grow flowers in the dark.

Why wont you do it now,

I'll guide you home,

From beginning of the dawn.

To the setting of the sun,

Ill set you free.

I was listening to Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child and I was thinking how music can help me with my process and making me conscious even more about myself. In this song in particular I was imagining me as the dad that the music talks about in one part and saying to myself, to my old me that’s nothing to worry and you need to live with you have done but present in this moment, you cannot change the what happened but you can hug that person and say this words. Think about it, no one can do it for you, no one can even imagine what you crossing through even tho you try to explain for then, just you will be with you forever so start doing it and you will be free to live here and now freely. #nikon #nikonphotography #music #selflove #heal #smile https://www.instagram.com/p/Clw7I6FIQcC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Mine....

You are mine, no matter if the delicate, warm, golden rays of the sun kiss your skin or the cool, crisp moon accents your body.

You are mine, whether I'm deep inside you, stretching and claiming you as you carve crimson, wet scars in my back, or so far away all I have is your memory in my I mind, feeding the physical ache in my erection as I yearn to devour you once more. P

You are mine when stand on top of the world, filled with joy, beaming with laughter and still mine when you feel broken, beaten, so mentally dark, you feel you have no one by your side.

You are mine because I unconditionally accept all of you. Even the crazy you try to hide.

You are mine because I value and love, every unique surface of your diamond.

For as long as you are mine.... I vow to love you, protect you, strive to make you laugh, hold you when you cry. I will nourish your body and your mind, I care for you with a level of importance.

I will always listen to my good girl, every thought, Idea, way to look at a situation.

I will not dismiss your fears or placate you.

I will strive to leave you feeling loved, desired, safe, needed, wanted and hopefully whole.

You are mine to lose and mine to show I will fight enough to keep it that way.

I don’t fit here

I don’t belong

I stand out like a sore thumb

My hearts too soft

This world’s too hard

I hold on to details

It disregards

I’m on the outside

Staring in

I’m not like them

I don’t fit in

My hearts on my sleeve

I can’t hide it within

Yet I consume judgement

Until it’s part of my skin

I let it fester

Let it rot my soul

Until I’m spiralling down a familiar hole

“I don’t fit here”

I protest from outside

On the sidelines

Is where I’ll always reside.

-JF-

❤

I hope anyone who need this get better. you deserve it

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You offer so much of yourself to people every day, and you still have more to give. While I’m not trying to encourage you into engaging in any behaviour that could possibly drain you, that requires a lot of effort, time and thought. I just wanted to tell you that you’re really brave to be putting up with everything by the end of the day regardless of what it has coming your way and still shooting back again, even if that means doing nothing ‘supposedly’ productive and laying in bed :)

Now move, mate !, what has happened has happened to a twillion of them then and it will happen to a zillion of them in time to come.

Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.

Art by @kmcvisuals

Honey

Honey, you want to heal? forget the ugly words and the things he did how he blew out the candle  and you found yourself lost as the light faded away

Honey, you want to move on? Let go of the past  and the “I love you”s you shared Take back the person you gifted the time you shared Take back everything you don’t want him to keep

Honey, you want to live again? Leave the sadness you found after love and start all over again Find love in yourself and the things you enjoyed  Make room in your mind by throwing him out Find comfort in being alone

Honey, is that what you want? Healing, moving on and living? Because the truth is, it’s all in your hands but you rather remain in your situation Do you fear that the pain it takes to let it go would be more hurting than the pain you are currently in?

Honey, you won’t heal by  rereading and relistening old text messages and voice mails You won’t move on by  asking the universe for a call from him You won’t live again by reliving the memories you saved in your mind

You won’t find yourself by searching him

Honey, stop it,  Stop procrastinating on the future  Stop hurting yourself with the past  Don’t throw yourself away  It’s your love where you will find yourself again Not his

It’s you where you will gain the power from to heal move on  and live again

Allow yourself  to heal Your life is not dedicated to  suffering and pain You are allowed  to feel delighted You are allowed to love to be loved to be loved by yourself

It was death that made autumn beautiful.

- H.Asteid

I Am Mother Nature’s Daughter

He may destroy my beauty

As he makes his dirty mark on the world

Which he believes he owns

 He may scar me and pave over me

Twist and yank me to make me do what he wants

He can get under my grass dress

 But oh

What he does not know

 When I fall asleep

In my bed of moss

I can hear spirits whisper in my ear

 I dream of warriors dancing around a fire

And it makes Wounded Bird feel protected

Knowing that I belong to mother nature

 And that she never quits

She just keeps coming

Though she may be slow

 I can see her rock cracking strength

Her ability to sink boats,

And create typhoons, tornados, tidal waves, tragedies and tsunamis

 The way she grows and heals

And always takes back the steering wheel

And I ask for the universe to be nice to me

(x)

It's okay not to be okay

I completed this kdrama few days ago. I absolutely loved it. It's a must watch for every one. I highly recommend this.

Here are the LQ pics of lines that had me in tears , made me laugh and smile and cheer for them.

r u capable of expressing your inner world?

Last Friday was the opening of my solo exhibition called “P.T.SS.D Generation 3.0″.

Curator: Shahar Dor

I was working on this project for almost 2 years, expressing my post trauma as a 3rd generation to the Holocaust, dealing with the qeustion of intergenerational trauma and the possibilty of breaking the chain of the Mental DNA.

The Exhibition will be open until December 10th and its in Haifa, Israel.

You are most invited.

Two years ago when I was inpatient, I made a friend that I could study scripture with and offer up prayer requests. He offered to pray with me, over me, quite a few times... untii one night I finally agreed. We strolled down to the end of the hallway after groups had let out where it'd be quieter. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, me being quite short and he taller, somewhat pulled me into his side as he began to pray.

"Lord protect her from the men here, for these men are like wolves coming for her... protect this woman, no this, well she's more like a - little girl- Father --"'"Lord protect her from the men here, for these men are like wolves coming for her... protect this woman, no this, well she's more like a - little girl- Father --"

At this point, my mind snapped out of the prayer and began to wonder. "Little girl??"

Who the hell is he calling 'little girl'! After he finished the prayer, I decided that I was fine being alone with my faith during my stay.

A few days later, in group, I had taken a seat at the table in front of the large room full of chairs so I could color during session. The table was there for those of us that found it hard to pay attention or focus, those who fidgeted a lot, and simply needed to multi-task.

The group leader that day began a discussion with a question. She asked if there was a time or way that we felt underestimated, or doubted, when we were judged with preconcieved notions based on appearance or other factors.

I raised my handn almost immediately, to which she called on. "I feel that way here," I started, resuming coloring the cute animal picture in front of me. "I find child-like therapy very productive and soothing, considering I didn't have any semblance of a proper childhood. It's good to nurture and reconnect with your inner child - I like coloring, stuffed animals, stickers, crafts - and because of this, I've even been called a little girl.

Which is quite the opposite of what I am. I have debilitating chronic illnesses invisible to most that I fight everyday and am truly a warrior."

I knew he was sitting in the room, and heard me.

I DO love stuffies and glow in the dark everything, stickers, puzzles, coloring books, crafts, juice, cartoons - all of it.

Our inner child is still there, always. Just hiding. After 28 years, I found her. 💗

I wrote this 5 years ago, and don't remember it. I am confident enough today to share during the anniversary of my NDE:

Last year, my relationship with reality and time changed when I had a near death experience. There is no handbook to help navigate and ease me into the transition, and however tactful the spiritual leaders who guide or have guided me try to be, there is raw truth that surrounds the perceptions i encounter. There is a particular undeniable element to the visions, much like intuition but a stronger knowing backed up by irrefutable sensory evidence.

Then there's knowing higher beings.

The compassion and love surrounding me from the angels and my guides protects me from most ramifications of exposure. No words can express the gratitude for my salvation.. and yet the nature of what I have experienced has been quite maddening.

And madness came when. I felt the heavy weighted cloak of sadness upon my soul. I realized the damage that had been done under my unknowing subservience to malevolent forces.

I am healing. I am regaining control of my consciousness. I am practicing discipline and acceptance that there is. No. Easy. Way. Through. This.

No shrink or shaman or act of man will be able to heal the wounds that linger. I am at God's mercy alone, may my heart and mind be guarded steadfastly.