Black Dog Blues

The best article I’ve read today. If you suffer, please don’t suffer in silence. Wonderful blog from a great friend that I love. Thank you Angela. You’re an Angel. ❤❤

Nauticulture

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Monday evening and I’m feeling exhausted. I’m tempted to reach for the sugar, the crisps, the chips and anything else unhealthy that I can get my hands on. Monday evening and my motivation levels are in my boots and  holidaying there it seems. This isn’t just Monday blues, I’ve been feeling like this for a few weeks now. I keep telling myself that  it’s not going to last, that it will pass soon and black dog will leave and not come back. But the black dog wants to be taken out for a walk and run around and make me feel even worse. He wants me to play ball with him and throw him a stick, give him some bait to chase after. I’m reluctant to give in to his wants. You see, I’ve spent the last few weeks (and years in all honesty) throwing him that stick and playing…

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Climbing the Mountain

I feel like I have been climbing a mountain for a very long time …

Six Feelings…

I came across a story yesterday that has resonated loudly in the silence of my heart and I don’t know how I missed it!  I discovered it on searching through Child Prodigy Akiane Kramarik’s paintings. For a long time now I’ve not been able to articulate the thousand musings of different topics that have constantly raged through my thoughts; and have dominated my moods of expression on paper for fear of being judged by those very feelings and thoughts, and the people that read them. Thia is why this story means so much. In fact, reading this story on one of Akiane’s paintings stunned me and vibrated a deep truth yet simple illustrated in the best way I know how in the form of storytelling which has started to open me up again and prepare my tongue as ‘a pen of a ready writer’. Storytelling is a most beloved childhood favourite. Therefore, I thought it only best to share this story with you. I just couldn’t keep it to myself and let facebook have it alone!

Let it bless you as it has me! Oh and a… Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!

Akiane Kramarik shares the story as follows…:

“Once upon a time, in an island there lived six feelings and emotions: Happiness, Knowledge, Love, Sadness, Richness and Vanity. One day they discovered that the island began sinking! So all of them built boats and canoes and left, one by one. Except for Love. Love wanted to delay abandoning her beloved island as long as possible.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Akiane Kramarik’s Time

Richness was passing by Love in a boat. Love asked, “Richness, can you take me with you?”

Richness answered, “Sorry, Love, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat, so there is no place here for you. With both of us in here we will sink for sure.”

Love next asked Vanity who was also sailing by, but Vanity offered the same answer.
“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by, so Love asked, “Sadness, take me along with you.”
“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”, sadness said in a gloomy voice.

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so preoccupied with her happiness that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.”

It was an elder with a tattered head scarf. An overjoyed Love jumped into the boat. When they arrived at a dry land, the elder went her own way.
Love looked around and saw the Knowledge who was the first to have landed there a while ago.

“Who Helped me?” Love asked.
“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.
“Time? Why time?” Love was surprised.

“Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.” The Knowledge smiled. “

As ever and always Keeping it Real!

Peace!

The Elected Lady xx

Ecstasy state of Mind

So candid, truthful and open! Please read my friend Chi’s post. Most of us will definitely relate! AAAAND as you know me, I’m all about “Keeping it Real” and it don’t get much realer than this…

Keeping it real! Peace,

The Elected Lady xx

Chats With Chi

Life is tough

Life is hard

Life makes you smile

it can also make you cry

but its the journeys that make us who we are.

(And What!!! I’m a bloody poet don’t hate :P).

Recently peeps, life has thrown a lot of poo in my face not literally how ever hilarious that imagery could be! It’s just been hard, I know it’s not just me who feels Le struggle we all have our trials — some more than others. I always aim to  come on here trying to write empowering paragraphs and uplifting verses but sometimes it’s not so easy to take that route. We all need to vent in some shape or  form or an epidemic of imploding Homo sapiens will incur. This is  not a woe is me situation or a pity party it’s just me being open enough with you to share an honest journey through parts…

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