Every Tuesday, I share snippets of thoughts that I call ‘My Thinking Corner.’
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Each Tuesday, share your very short snippets of positive, inspiring, motivating, health, spiritual, writing advice, clips, posts etc, that can serve as a prop to motivate others and simply add my link to your post.
I call it my thinking corner because, I actually take out a bit of time just to think through things, encapsulate my thoughts as much as possible and detoxify my mind. It helps give me clarity of vision and might help you too.
It might work for you in a different way, but the idea is to get the positive thoughts flowing.
Please send in your little thoughts. You never know whose life you might inspire.
♥ When you keep undermining your self-worth, no one else will take the time to elevate it.
♥ We fritter away our lives with too many details. Simplify it! Keep whittling away the excesses.
♥ When we have joy that runs deep, nothing can rob us of it, because we can dig in deep and reach for it. Every other hurt will be on the periphery.
♥ The recipe for unity is not complicated, but it takes love and perseverance.
♥ As you proclaim peace and love with your mouth, endeavour to see that your heart matches your proclamations.
Simple Power from Kay. You need a shot of this. Never underestimate the strength of your words.
Thank you to all the contributors. May these words take roots in our lives and may our harvest be bountiful 🙂
‘So, when will you share those nuggets of wisdom of yours?’
*P.S. I know that I read more thinking thoughts from other bloggers than those listed above, but for some reason, I can’t find the ping backs to some of them. Please give me a heads up if your’s is not showing here.
A duty done for home and country, though most times Damon wondered if the toll of duty was worth the sacrifice.
He had seen too many dead bodies and his inner mind had grown jaded. Cumulative years of fighting, of living on the edge had it’s way of sucking into a man’s psych.
Though he no longer served, he wore his fatigues and felt a sense of readiness, like he could face anything.
The stark facts of life’s circumstance whirled through his mind in years, up to the moment the explosion led to his blindness.
It still surprised him that Ann had waited all these years for him. Now, as he fights to find a ‘new life‘ without his sight, she stood supportive, her loving voice encouraging his often cranky, frustrated actions. His lips curved in a smile at the thought of her blooming belly.
She has persuaded him to take a guide dog, that would help him foster more sense of independence and they were on their way to see the one she intuitively felt he would love.
The weekend Photo 101 theme is to ‘play with the light.’
Below is a compilation of a few bright and beautiful takes.
Some were quickly taken outside intermittently today before getting back to join my party guests *since I am the hostess* and several photos (night shots) are older.
I smile in amusement as I write this little post. If not that Easter eggs are popping up every where, my thought would have been that Linda has bionic powers to see into my kitchen.
I just finished breakfast of partially burnt scrambled eggs offered by my daughter. We are learning to cook and I guess burning is part of the practice 🙂
I humbly ate the eggs with a thankful heart. Soon enough she will get the hang of it with practice.
I think fleetingly back to my growing up years and learning how to cook in my mother’s kitchen. Only God knows how many burnt pots of rice, yam, beans, soup, I had to go through before getting into it.
Eggs were treats back then, eaten mostly on Saturday and Sundays because we had to wait for our local, home bred chickens to lay enough of them and on some days during the week, they were stingy or lazy with the laying of the eggs.
It’s not like now, where trays and trays of different types of eggs are on display for customers to choose as many crates as they wish.
Back then, it used to be a delight to go to the chicken coop at the back and find a warm, just laid egg.
Occasionally we were blessed with seeing a little chick hatch from eggs that my grandma set aside.
How she knew the ones that would hatch is something that I never understood.
We can also dream with eyes wide open, okay maybe glazed over with a silly goofy smile plastered on.
I am learning to deliberately sit back and stretch my mind the way that I would stretch my muscles and even though this might sound juvenile, it surprises me sometimes, how far I can stretch them.
It tells me that if my mind can conceive it, then I can find ways to accomplish it by giving it my best shot.
We tend to use all the self limiting excuses under the Sun as a limitation to arriving at our desired goals.
Maybe, it’s time we tried to dump the excuses and start dreaming as well as whittling away at it.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
Iranian Hospital Dubai
Part of the Hospital
Part of the Hospital
Part of the Hospital
I like the gate
One of the waiting areas
Schedule screen
Some hospital staff in the ladies area
Pharmacy waiting area
Ladies waiting area
Cafe
Cafe
The mosque opposite
Gold fish in a bowl on sale
Gold fish on display at cafe
The Dome
Birthday dinner at The Dome
A better part of my last week until this Tuesday was spent between the Iranian Hospital and having a little birthday dinner.
The pictures above are some parts of The Iranian Hospital Dubai. An International hospital affiliated to the Iranian Red Crescent/Red Cross. It’s among the top five relief agencies in the World.
No one likes going to the hospital, not for fun and spending time in a dinghy one would only make it worse.
The Iranian Hospital’s service was very professional, polite, prompt and I found no reason whatsoever to grumble throughout the days they attended to us. I was impressed.
You even have a schedule screen that tells you what’s going on and when you will be attended to. The cafe had hot meals all through and even several bowls of pretty species of goldfish to admire or to buy.
My daughter wanted one, I wouldn’t have minded several goldfish, but we don’t have a brilliant goldfish handling history.
The place runs smoothly at all times *even by 3 a.m. It’s like a well oiled machinery and they made a panicky mothers heart much calmer. Somehow, we managed to find time to hang out a bit at The Dome for dinner and eat lots of birthday cake.
Last Week Echoes gave us some peeks of different neighbourhoods, hop on let’s go see and do show some of yours 🙂
Hot brews of coffee in all sizes and even as blings. Seattle is the place to go for rich, decadent brews. Just drive thru for a look see.
Write them all more echoes of other parts of Dubai from a neighbour. It’s truly an amazing World how we connect online.
Sicily lovely sights and echoes of Sicily. I would like to visit this Italian city some day.
Giggles & Tales Well I never knew this. Fish feet spa where they fish get to feed on the cuticles of your feet. I already feel ticklish at the thought.
This and That with Sarah while she tinkers with her laptop.
Thoughts and entanglements Fabulous and interesting pictures from Brooklyn. I like those spangled underwear 😉
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