a cooking pot and twisted tales
Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
We learn by imitation
from the time we are conceived
to the time we die
we recite our words and thoughts
and in most cases
these things frame our lives
Most take on the whispers
that has floated into their ears
as a guiding principle for their lives
and when those whispers
are the drippings of a venomous mind
what happens to the child being fed?
Whose recital are you listening to?
© Jacqueline
No two sunsets are the same and I am always drawn to look at the beautiful strokes and hues of orange and yellow that it paints the sky. No matter how many times I’ve seen the sun set, my spirit still hums in contentment when gazing at that gorgeous shiny ball hanging up there. Even when driving, sometimes I pull over and take it all in because it disappears within the hour.
Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully – Kristen Butler
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn – Ralph Waldo Emerson
In a thousand years, I can never get tired of looking at sunsets and the silhouettes that it paints – Jacqueline
Sunsets like childhood are viewed with wonder, not just because they are beautiful, but because they are fleeting – Richard Paul Evans
When I stare at the blush of the sky from the kiss of the Sun set, I know a deep satisfaction in me and thank God for having lived through another blessed day. Jacqueline
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As the deer pants for water so does my soul pant for peace in today’s world. Each day I wear my big girl pants and get on with living in the face of multiple challenges, sometimes, unfortunately, doubled due to the colour of my skin. One topic that I find unsavoury to talk about is race and that in 2017 I have to justify myself as a human and my right to life.
I was raised by loving, upright and hardworking folks and I aim to be a good representative of my parents. Back home, we didn’t bother with the difference of skin colour and all the rampant ugliness of hate that currently swirls around.
I didn’t know that I’m black. I only knew that I’m a valuable human being and a fellow occupant of the world and it was not until I ventured away from my home country to the US and now the UAE that the true depth of the human psyche shows up in ways I never anticipated. It has been a roller-coaster ride.
My spirit is heavy at the moment and I want to keep my thoughts contained. It’s just that I’m sad that I’m raising children in a world where a good part of their childhood is now spent teaching them that they are no different nor less valuable than others, teaching them how to react if by any chance they ever run into a policeman, teaching them to walk away when someone decides to be flippant and call them ugly words. Teaching them that they must be conscious participants in life because they can make a difference and maybe change will come in their time. Teaching them things children shouldn’t be saddled with. Teaching them………it’s simply exhausting.
Jacqueline
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Nature offers you her beauty in abundance at every nook and cranny. Just take a look around you.
What’s in your jukebox? I enjoyed this post. Like her, when I started my blogging journey, it was without any expectations but simply to write to my heart’s content and those letters from the heart yield abundant results.
I read this short beautiful post and my thoughts stray to me and my son who will be transitioning off to college by the tail-end of next year all things being equal. I must say that my heart often skips a bit when I think of it.
The Great Divide Just Got Wider
A read that compels one to wonder. I pray things get better soon. I’ll borrow the comments made by Kevin Brennan
What kills me is that this brand of racist hatred is in no way compatible with Christianity, yet they wear the cross like they’re marchin’ for Jesus. Hey, Jesus would tear them a new one if he came back today!
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Two little birds sitting on the wire, if they are a couple, I guess the one fluffing its wings is the female and the stoic looking one the male 😉
As the days go by, my mind grows more attuned to the simple, little, beautiful sources of my pleasure and I would like to share them with you. These things don’t cost much if they cost anything at all.
Maybe because I’ve had to live life on a shoe string budget for quite some time – due to cutting back on full-time work to take care of my children – yes, some sacrifices are worth it at the end.
I must tell you that it’s tough, tough, tough, not having a steady income, but I’ve also learnt to literally become a minimalist and my sense of deep appreciation for the small things have deepened beyond measure.
I digress. Now to the 50 shades of things that make my heart glad. They are in no particular order.
As I wrote this list, I realized I had many more things that I could include, like the warm cup of corn and mushroom soup (homemade) that I’m enjoying right now. I will share the recipe with you in another post.
So tell me, what are your shades of pleasure?
Jacqueline
What’s the story behind the abandoned scooter? Let your imagination roam.
Be open to writing other things besides novels. It’s interesting to read and listen to some writers whose basis for measuring other writers’ writing career depends on published novels while leaving novellas, short stories and poetry behind for those whom they term ‘amateur writers.’
A ‘writing career’ is first and foremost all about writing and earning a living through your writing. Then the second aspect of your writing career is choosing to specialize. Focusing on one area narrows your reach. Some writers struggle to acknowledge themselves as one because they have don’t have published novels in their catalogue thereby underrating their creative channels. Read more…
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