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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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Bliss is waking up late on a beautiful Saturday morning, lounging in bed, cocooned beside the warm body of your loved one and talking about everything and nothing.
Bliss is eating a robust, nutritious home-made breakfast, smiling about nothing and everything, and generally feeling happy.
That’s my bliss. So, what’s your bliss 😉 ?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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So late so soon from JoHanna Massey a lovely read and you will enjoy JoHanna’s company
Silly Old Sod You will enjoy Trev’s grumpliciousness I tell ya.
Gharkepakwan Parul knows how to whip up healthy and nutritious vegetarian dishes with a twist of exotic 😉
Msnubutterflies Beautiful Shannon faces Multiple Sclerosis like an Amazon.
Joy Indestructible My one and only Pam. A beautiful soul through and through.
Welcome to the war from Starlit Octave. A very poignant piece from Sam.
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There are times when we are inadvertently hit by blows that destiny sends our way. Blows that we may never have been in a position to deflect, but one thing is that we can choose our attitude towards how the rest of our lives continues after these experiences.
Are we going to be stuck on the ‘Woe is me junction?’ Filled with bitterness and the bile of it all?
What purpose will that serve? None! Except building up the bile and angst, which is dangerous for our wellness and state of being.
Now, there are also incidents and hurts inflicted on us by others and we bear grudges the size of a mountain for them.
That’s giving someone rent free space in your head. Space that could be used for better things than dwelling on bitterness that takes us nowhere.
Forgiving them does not mean that you have forgotten the lesson learnt from the bitter experience, but it’s a way of setting yourself free.
Allowing these bitterness to dictate your life means that you will always remain in the victim mindset loop.
Cut yourself loose. Whatever it will take to get your life back, talk about it, cry about it, write about it, pray about it…..
….Set your heart free and get your life back.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Look me in the eyes
So that I may see into your heart
Whisper to me the loves songs
That radiates in your pupils
So that their echoes may make my blood thrum
When two hearts are in love
We have no need for so much words
For your eyes speak volumes
That your mouth cannot put into shape
Yet it makes my body sing.
Back in the days, my mother did a lot of speaking to us with her eyes. For instance, when we go out and someone offers us a cookie, you have to look at dear mother’s face, before daring to accept that cookie and the gleam in her eyes or the nod of her head will tell you what to do.
No words said! Sometimes, you might make a mistake in translating the meaning of that look and wolf down the biscuit.
You will surely have some explaining to do. One scrumptious cookie might not be worth all the drilling questions that you will have to answer to.
So if you are not too sure, you simply say, ‘No thank you Ma’ to the biscuit tender even if drool is pooling in your mouth.
Naturally, I love being around people and would talk to total strangers. In a safe environment of course because there are so many crazies in this time and age.
Sometimes, I go people watching, where I will see a large crowd of human beings going about their lives.
I may say nothing, but just let the cacophony of their words wash over me.
A snippet overheard here and there could trigger a memory, an inspiration, a story or more.
Sometimes, I wish I could do a documentary of some of the fascinating humans that I have come across.
It’s been a while that I had a girls night out with friends, where we would dance, laugh and shout on top of our voices.
No one hears what they other is saying, but we leave for our homes and husbands, happy as larks.
When it comes to serious talk, I like a one-on-one, where I can listen quietly, read your nuances and get a clear meaning of what you are trying to transmit.
The ideal conversation depends on the occasion, what is being discussed and also the people involved.
I also happen to love being left alone by myself. I am never bored being all alone because I have perfect conversations with myself and the many voices in my head.
No! I am not crazy like that. I don’t know if I am normal, but that’s fine. I don’t care if the ship with the normal people left without me a long time ago.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Counting Voices.
A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?
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Today’s featured blogs are:
So late so soon from JoHanna Massey a lovely read and you will enjoy JoHanna’s company
Silly Old Sod You will enjoy Trev’s grumpliciousness I tell ya.
Gharkepakwan Parul knows how to whip up healthy and nutritious vegetarian dishes with a twist of exotic 😉
Msnubutterflies Beautiful Shannon faces Multiple Sclerosis like an Amazon.
Joy Indestructible My one and only Pam. A beautiful soul through and through.
Welcome to the war from Starlit Octave. A very poignant piece from Sam.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Do you want more eyes on your words?
Well then, add your LINK into this loop.
Regards.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. Comments are disabled here. You can add your link through the link in the post. It’s easier to be able to collate them that way. Thank you.
Have a blessed, happy and beautiful weekend.
You deserve it.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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I spent some time wondering how to celebrate my birthday (2nd March) with you, I was encouraged by Jacqueline and her party and thought you know what I will never know till I do it, so 2nd march I shall be holding a meet and greet party.
There it is I am doing it, its out there. I would love you all to come, I am bringing cookies, but you have to bring your own drinks (and presents)
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She was on her way back to town when the call came in, her fingers slackened and the phone slipped, falling on the cobblestones with a thud, but she just couldn’t bend to pick it up as she stood rooted to the spot, her legs too heavy laden to move forward.
Staring unseeingly into the distance, tears filled Ellen’s eyes and brimmed over with a silent scream that tore through her head and her heart shattered in tiny bits.
She always knew that this day was coming, yet she wasn’t braced for it.
That single dreaded call, that she had prayed never to receive finally came.
……And the man died! Head bowed in deep grief, her knees buckled as she sank into bone-wracking wailing; like a wild animal, Ellen’s cry was not a pretty sight. She cried with all her being, but everyone who knew her understood why.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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My money counts Introducing Pamela. She is relatively a newbie in our midst. Please show some love.
I can’t speak up myself will you by Fleeting Muse a blog that expresses fine poetry and writing inspired by ethereal feelings, life events and personal philosophy.
Sptchmom777 She’s got inspiring posts in spades.
Confessions of a shamsite Introducing Gloria. A recent follow whom I am getting to know and like her positive attitude. I like positive things.
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In my place, there is a proverb that says that ‘to start sleeping might be difficult, but when you do start, you begin to snore’ and another says that ‘when an old woman learns to dance to the rhythm that beats for her, she will not stop until that song is over.’
When we want to start something, there are usually a lot of hurdles set before us but if we stand our grounds and take off, the burden lightens as our stride gets firmer.
Yesterday, I wrote about distractions that pops up as we set out to achieve any goals or to do those things that needs to be done our lives, and the truth is that there will never be a perfect time for us.
There will always be distractions, so we also have to brace up and not lose focus when hit by these distractions, until we get to where we are going.
To a large degree, we have to be single-minded in our focus, otherwise, we will only find ourselves in a stagnated position or with bags full of regrets and self-recriminations.
The core strength is within us, it is only left for us to be resolute in pursuit of our purpose and at the end of it all, it will be well worth the effort.
In as much as our individual sense of success varies and is relative, there is always an enormous sense of fulfillment to be found within anyone who stuck it out and achieved their set goals.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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