Oh, Sunday! Where would the week be without you? We would just be another six days, wouldn't we? That just wouldn't work, you see. You complete me, make me whole, finish the cycle. I thank you for that and so much more. Sunday seems to be a day of grateful vibes passing from one to another, crisscrossing the globe. If I stop and think about it, I have so much to be thankful for. But, that is a post of another color.
When memories start to fade, clip them back a bit... then provide food and water to the "cutting" while it is establishing roots.
Sunday is a most popular day! This post is for #BeautifulSunday by @ace108 (where you share the story of your day with us!) and #SublimeSunday by
@c0ff33a (where everything eclectic and true, finds a home!) and #SundayPurpleColorChallenge by @Kalemandra - there are so many more great tags out there! Pick one and post!
If ever a moment shall present itself
Silent you should be
Your gentle touch only serves to remind
Of a love that shall never be
Sometimes, doing the needful is enough for a #BeautifulSunday, although not as exciting as some days, is just exactly what we need to be doing. For me, today needed to be all about getting the little things done, as I have spent so much time in the last few weeks doing all the big things that are visible and leaving the small things behind. Toiling about the house, and the flowers and I will be calling it a day, a definite #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my
@c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A match made in heaven.
I knew before I saw you
Your touch would start my turn
From the bottom to the top
To a place I can breathe
Once, all over again
With you, but alone
The night almost gone
I know how I feel
Getting off this merry-go-round
Again, all over again
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again. Keep it classy, people. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire