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What About You? Positive Affirmation Day 38

I am a consciously living soul. I am kind, empathetic, loving and respectful of others.

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This is a lovely affirmation from Bella.

Thoughtsnlifeblog: I am free from all waste and negativity. I am happy and light.

P.S. If you wish to join this positive affirmation challenge running for 90 days, please add your quote to the comments and each day, I’ll share everyone’s quote with their links.

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Featured Posts 120 – Share Your Post Links.

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‘PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN THE LINKS.’ 

Today’s featured blogs posts are:

Levels of empathy: How much do you care? I enjoyed reading this thoughtful message and highly recommend it.

Love and empathy is infectious. When all around you there are people lifting others, giving help, educating and emitting love, to become a part of that is a natural and an amazing feeling.

The other side of the coin. To walk with blinkers on, insular and arrogant, judging and condemning is ultimately lazy, greedy and destructive to others and to themselves.  It takes true strength and character to practice empathy, to be kind and give love.

The answer to what is it and another guess: Did you get the earlier answer? Here’s another guess for you 🙂

30 day minimalism: This is such a smart idea and I suggest you take a peek. You might be interested in participating.

NCAA or solid waste management: An interesting analogy that echoes my thoughts. Maybe you might think differently.

Do step in and show some love.

‘Do you want more eyes on your words?’

Well then, add your LINK INTO THIS LOOP.

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Thank you for your understanding and regards.

‘We create a cohesive community when we come together. 


 

I hear the reverberations of the magic that’s hidden within.

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Midnight Motivation and Musings 83

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In today’s World where the spirit of entitlement seems to have pervaded the fabric of society, we tend to find people are becoming more and more self-centred in their needs.

Yet, the selfish tendencies haven’t made anyone happier.

As a matter of fact, with all the concerted and misunderstood love of self, ‘my way or no way,’ society is by far, more ill and miserable than ever.

The concept of self-love now translates into whatever makes someone happy, it doesn’t matter who gets run over.

Sometimes, you wonder what happened to courtesy, hard work, self-respect, neighbourliness and regards for others.


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Never leave me lonely on these shores

Where no one knows me

Where I stare at strange forms

Trying to find you somewhere there in their midst.

Your Time, Your Light, Your Life…

Try not to waste time on darkness that robs you of your light!

How you spend your time, defines who you are or who you become!

Some people suffer from major ego-dysfunction and seem to dwell only in dark, negative auras; that once you get sucked in, they rob you of the light and energy that you require for yourself and others!

They are not interested in your time nor the positive energy that you channel to them, but the narcissistic pleasure they derive from waste!

Remember that change cannot be forced down a person’s throat! That person has to desire the change itself, because true change starts from within to without!

You may share your empathy with all, but choose wisely those who dine in the inner cores of your heart!

Use your light for greater good, your life will be better for it!

Wasting your time is simply wasting your life!

Protect your time. It is your life!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Some Edible Mushroom…

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The cool early morning breeze seemed soothing and refreshing, but Jen did not think so.

She was chilled to the bones. The night had been very cold with rain drizzles.

Her lightweight jacket and rucksack were barely enough barrier against the chill,

and the park bench was not made for a good night’s sleep.

She knew she could not linger for too long,

constant fear of being accosted by the groundskeeper,

kept her as uncomfortable as a colicky cat,

but she had no energy left to undertake yet another long trek,

to a county soup kitchen.

She had chosen this quieter place, to keep out of the way of the officers,

who diligently monitored the obvious public ones, and were quick to shoo you along.

She stared blankly into the lush green fields,

the early morning tweets of birds, reminded her of home,

of the birds that had built a nest in the old oak in the front-yard.

Her heady dreams of finding that pot of gold,

at the end of the ever elusive rainbow,

had tugged and pulled at her,

until she left her small hometown, to the city of fortune.

She could remember ma’s tears as she stubbornly sought her way.

Her cupboard had quickly run bare, her rent a history to be told,

items of value pawned at such an accelerated rate.

Still pride would not let go, nor a cry for help uttered home.

The intercessions were getting busier by the day,

With people clutching individually inscribed cardboard’s.

Eyes silently pleading, in hope of a hand out.

She had grown tired of the pitiful stares,

Of the leers with suggestive looks on their faces,

Of the eyes reluctant to make contact,

Of the eyes that looked as if they had seen vermin or vomit.

She resolved to find a way to go home to ma,

At least a warm bed and food she would find.

Hunger pangs were gnawing her insides,

Last nights sandwich had barely been enough.

The sprouted dewy mushrooms glistened in the morning light,

Their toadstool shapes looked so pretty, clean, soft and edible.

Grandma gave us some of those, when I was a little girl she recalled,

but grandma forgot to educate the little girl,

that most times, those attractive ones, would surely pack a wicked punch.

She gorged from desperation, and drank from the water fountain,

Several hours later, she slept and was no more.

P.S. Remember to show compassion to the less privileged around you. You might very well be saving a life. 🙂 Thank you.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha