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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
A good day to you today.
Do keep a date for a lovely party.
Here’s your invitation.
Love and Light.Jacqueline
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I am saving you a nice seat
With lots of goodies too 🙂
Fabulous Tea Party coming up
Last weekend of the month 30 Apr/1st May.
It’s always a blast and lots of fun.
Let’s connect and mingle.
You are all invited and you can bring a friend along.
The more, the merrier
Please do keep a date
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Personally, I have sometimes found myself in a quandary as I am filled with an ambitious drive to achieve so much simultaneously and the lessons learnt by so doing, is that something always suffers for the other.
There’s no way to do so many things excellently well when the attention span has been spread so thin.
The need to accomplish often comes hand in hand with the feeling that one is a bit behind, thus the attempt to bundle up and get so much done becomes irresistible.
However, taming the desire to rev all engines and streamlining these projects yields a better result.
One feels less pressured and more productive when they set a deliverable timeline for each one and take it one after the other.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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I am saving you a nice seat
With lots of goodies too 🙂
Fabulous Tea Party coming up
Last weekend of the month 30 Apr/1st May.
It’s always a blast and lots of fun.
Let’s connect and mingle.
You are all invited and you can bring a friend along.
The more, the merrier
Please do keep a date
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before? JoAnne Kenrick, When A Mullo Loves A Woman
The prompt for this week’s writers quote is ‘mystery.’ We can write a piece of fiction, poetry etc, incorporating the word mystery.
I chose to write on incident’s that I have experienced severally in my life, especially because I had one just over the weekend and I daresay that you’ve probably had several yourself. I’ve had instances where I run into total strangers and I am totally convinced that our paths have crossed at some point in time. I have this certain feeling of knowing and familiarity which I found to be a bit eerie especially when I was much younger.
This also includes overhead conversations, that would have me questioning myself, trying to recollect where I had that conversation.
For days, I would mull over such episodes, but over time, I no longer bother with it. Now when I run into a seemingly familiar person, if I am close enough, I engage them in a conversation, laugh over the matter and move on.
I wrote the poem below in respect of that.
Our paths crossed each others
and a frisson of familiarity
raced through me.
The drone of your voice
curled inside my eardrums
pulling at memories
that are stored within.
Yet we’ve never met…
A pull to draw closer and eavesdrop
made me pause and stand in clear sight
perplexed thought crossing my mind
as I shamelessly eavesdropped on your conversation
I was sure that sometime, somewhere,
we had the same conversation, you and I.
Yet we’ve never met…
I tried to unravel the mystery in my mind
woolly cobwebs of memories buried
couldn’t cough up the answers that I sought
I dug deeper into dark recesses
seeking the unknown.
Who knew where what time and in what life
our paths had crossed
Yet we’ve never met…
I cease my attempt to decipher
I seek no longer to solve
mysteries of déjà vu
that my mind wouldn’t unravel
But, I’ve come to understand in acceptance
that somewhere, somehow and in some life
You and I are kindred spirits.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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I love the blooming flowers and the cheery mood on people’s faces. There’s something very pretty about this season, even if we are all sneezing in my house at this point in time.
I appreciate that it’s not yet baking hot which is a condition synonymous to the Middle East and as such, I am still taking advantage of the airiness of the outdoors and spending as much time as I can before it all changes.
I am quite thankful for the connections that I have made in this space.
Some bloggers have extended their hands of fellowship way beyond my expectations this past week in their show of kindness to me.
To you dear Dehan Taylor and Tasha , I say thank you.
Both of you might not see what you’ve done as much, but it means a lot to me.
I sincerely appreciate your care and can only leave this word of blessing for you, ‘as you show love to those around you, you pave way to your own greatness.‘
I hope that you are thankful for something today. You can join Colline’s or Maria Jansson gratitude challenge platforms.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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‘PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN THE LINKS.’
Today’s featured blogs are:
Anna’s blog, following self-actualized events is a new discovery of mine. Her candid posts are quirky, engaging and shows a writer who has given much thought to a subject. Refreshing.
Upward Spiral Michelle’s health, wellness and fitness blog is an upbeat blog with posts that resonates with one. We are all on a quest for the key to lifelong health and fitness.
A little train music Bet you boogied and rocked to the Soul Train at some point 😉
Glad we me or glad we net? When we meet on the internet do we net or met or both ‘netmet,’ 😉 ?
Rift The vivid action in this chapter is compulsive. I wonder what thoughts go through the minds of those who witness earthquakes? Scary.
‘Do you want more eyes on your words?’
Well then, add your LINK INTO THIS LOOP.
P.S. Comments are disabled here to keep the loop tidy. Any comments or link you want to send can be added through the link in the post.
Thank you for your understanding and regards.
‘We create a cohesive community when we come together.’
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
‘The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.’ Plutarch
‘He who opens a school door closes a prison.’ Victor Hugo
This photo reminds me so much of the years that my dad painstakingly held my hands and took me to school.
Blessed be your spirit as you rest on.
Jacqueline
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At times, out of fear of the unknown, we hold ourselves hostage as we hold on far too long to things that have ceased to work.
Those relationships that leave us ill instead of enriching our lives, no satisfaction from jobs that drain us while on the highway to nowhere, a lifestyle that has gone bankrupt and done more harm than good…there are so many crooked lines.
For as long as we hold onto those crooked lines, we don’t free our hands to draw and hold on to better ones.
It’s not always that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. A bird in hand might peck your hands bloody and finish your seeds, yet it’s neither singing nor hatching meaningful stuff.
Sometimes, not holding a bird for a while might be a better deal. It opens your mind to think on how to go after the two in the bush.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
They created illusion for themselves
Living out their fake lives
Even as the noose tightened
With each passing day
He, in his fast car
And skimmed funds
He ran from the drug Lords
They are fast on his tail.
—–
She lived hers in the bottle of illusion
Where all was illuminated through her languid gaze
Fake, starry aura induced
From needle pricks
That zig-zagged
Through her veins
Until the glass fell
And shattered in the cold silence.
—–
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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