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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
Your love can neither be bought
nor can it be sold
Your love for yourself
is the root of your love for others
Learn to embrace your imperfections
and hug your genuineness
Love yourself fully as you are
because you are enough
Share the gift of who you are with others
from your full cup of love.
Happy Valentine
♥
Love & Light
© Jacqueline
Every inch of love that you have for others stems from the love that you have for yourself.
‘PLEASE SEND IN YOUR LINKS.’
Today’s featured blogs posts are:
Seattle a sanctuary city I knew that there was more reason to love Seattle other than the classic movie ‘Sleepless in Seattle.’
How unhealthy and unequal comparisons are killing are relationships We fall into this trap many times over. Take a read and advice yourself.
My hearing loss story It can’t even bear imagining that in one minute someone could hear and then the next minute and a loud popping sound, the hearing is gone 
Chronic illnesses 5 sensible ways to take charge of your chronic ailment.
Do step in and show some love.
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Thank you for your understanding and regards.
Her heart thumped in nervous apprehension once she heard his Ford pickup pull into their drive.
What mood would he be in today? Belligerent? Happy? Drunk?
She just never knew what to expect from one moment to the next…explosive anger or a bouquet of flowers.
Of late, living with him was like constantly walking on eggshells.
On second thoughts and in no mood for any confrontation, she quickly turned off the television and tiptoed off to bed.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
There comes a time when the ‘use by date’ of some people in our lives expires and we have to let them go. Those who can’t stand to see your progress, whose main roles as the Negative Nancy’s and Ned’s is to discourage and remind you of a hurtful past, as a way to keep you pegged under their thumbs and forever cloaked in self-doubt.
These people exercise mind control over you and subconsciously, you are allowing them to manipulate your life one way or the other – when you have to hope for moral support that is never forthcoming, hide your true desires, or reduce yourself before them, in order to accommodate their scoffing disbelief, peevishness and other symptoms that they tend to exhibit, it’s time to put them to pasture and walk away. Not every friendship is built to last and have a fairytale forever ending.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. Have you been to the party? It’s LIVE right now and you can join the fun through this link. See you🙂
I just can’t give up now ‘cos I’ve come too far from where I’m coming from. Nobody told me that the journey would be easy, but believe me when I say it’s been a struggle (to put it mildly).
In recent weeks, my heart hasn’t been in the right place. I’ve struggled to find my sunshine through the dark clouds that it’s been hard to even crack a smile. Should I pretend that all feels well to me?
Should I feign ignorance of the ugliness of what’s going on in the World? Fake the fact that to some people I’m subhuman because I’m black? How easy is that if I may ask?
Let me tell you the truth, I’m not feeling like the sunny child that I am. I feel mad, ugly with deep-rooted anger and so sad. My husband is travelling to the States for some weeks and I’m virtually having palpitations from unreasonable fear, in as much as I keep telling myself to stop with the negative thinking and not to let the enemies of progress steal my peace.
I realize that it’s so easy to drown in the deluge of bad news that constantly hovers and I have to save myself from drowning just yet, if ever at all. I’ve consciously used you, my friends as my crutch, my family, exercise, music, prayers, writing out my anger and tearing it up and then writing my thanks and keeping it before my eyes. These may seem like meaningless acts, but they work. It helps me to keep my thoughts in the right place and to give thanks in everything with a grateful heart and believe me when I say that there’s a lot to give thanks for. To me, my need and state of peace and thankfulness far outweigh all the foolishness out there put together.
Being thankful is a process that releases good thoughts in you. It triggers the positive side of your brain that improves your self-esteem, your mental strength, your psychological health, sense of empathy and so much more.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
If you wish to participate in a gratitude challenge, there are several gratitude/thankful platforms in the blogosphere that you can tune into and get your ithankful going on. I can’t express in words the enormity of Joy and fulfilment that comes from having a heart of gratitude. Please check out Maria’s blog,Colline’s blog and Bernadette’s for thankful/gratitude challenges.
P.S. We’ll be having our monthly blog party 1st – 2nd of October. I’ll keep you posted.
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‘PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN THE LINKS.’
Today’s featured blogs posts are:
The last Sabbat: a morning jumpstart for you. I enjoyed the dark and intriguing imagery the words created in my mind.
Wrong: Are we guilty by silence? Are we guilty when we turn our eyes away from atrocities committed to further personal interest? What are you guilty of?
Losing innocence, keeping virginity: A short story that makes you think about how desensitized a mind can become. I enjoyed reading this and it reminded me of myself back in the days.
We are giving too much of ourselves: a purposeful read. How healthy is your relationship? This is worth the time to peek into.
Hope for the future: a beautiful, cute and short sweetness for a Saturday morning.
Do step in and show some love.
‘Do you want more eyes on your words?’
Well then, add your LINK INTO THIS LOOP.
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.
I hear the reverberations of the magic that’s hidden within.
Silently, he planned his line of action, driving 6 hours non-stop to catch her unawares at the stroke of ten.
He watched the lights of the diner go off for the day. Knowing that her shift was almost over and she would step out for her brisk walk home, he reached into the glove compartment for the piece and rushed to wait for her at the corner of the street.
June stepped into the chilly night, humming as she strode down the quiet street. Turning the corner to her street she bumped into his hard waiting frame. A quick apology rose to her lips just before his familiar cologne curled up to her nostrils and his warm embrace held her still.
‘Hello sweetheart, I couldn’t wait any longer’ Jed murmured close to her ears. Distance was hard on their relationship and having missed him badly, she simply allowed his presence to envelope her surprised senses.
Reaching for the little box in his coat, Jed went down on one knee…
She squealed her happy acceptance. This corner where they met for the first time when he bumped into her two years ago has become a turning point in her life.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Priceless Joy, please excuse my overshooting the word bounds. I snipped, chopped and tucked in yet I still overshot the runway.
Thank you, Phylor for the photo and Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories
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.
‘A Richly Layered and Passionate Read.’ Jan Cliff
If you enjoy my works and would like to do so, you can fuel my creativity with a slice of cake or coffee
Her heart jumped in excitement and trepidation as she read the letter over and over again.
In her hands lay a new opportunity offered by her office, to take up a more exciting job in another location.
Her thoughts were divided on what the implications of relocation would mean.
It would be a big test on her five-year-old relationship with David.
Sara had thought that moving in with David was a good idea that would naturally gravitate towards getting married and starting a family, but getting married didn’t seem to suit David’s plans; maybe it’s time for her to go.
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.
She is amazing at describing love and life in her poems. She creates such beautiful images with her words. Truly, she is a talented writer and I’m so excited to have her poetry book and to continue reading through it.
“Relationships is certainly more than holding hands, more than going on dates, kissing and sex. It’s about accepting your partner’s flaws, warts and all and seeing the perfection in an imperfect person. It’s all about finding happiness with each other and being yourself.” Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Okay, so the imagination might be mine, but I like to imagine what people are saying as I enjoy watching them, so from the gentleman’s earnest gestures, I read:
“Trust me, darling, I’m yours to keep.”
Yeah, yeah, I’m a die-hard romantic, but where would we be without a bit of romance in our hearts? 😉
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.
‘A Richly Layered and Passionate Read.’ Jan Cliff
Bo tucked the money into his wallet with a sigh.
Now he could give Celia an overdue treat. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he took to the hidden work of strutting and teasing a crowd of hooting women to earn money, but things have been financially rough for so long.
Maybe now he had a little extra, he could finish work on the vintage and put it up for sale.
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Lipsticks, beer breath, perfumes and powder on cuffs…she saw them all.
Celia’s evidence against Bo reverberated in her mind as she threw her things into her bag.
He never had money to take her out, forgot her birthday two days ago, yet he had enough to booze up with other ladies and to work on the infernal vintage that he inherited from his uncle.
She knew he was up to some monkey affair with another lady, due to his dodgy, morose mood.
She chuckled in mirth at his imagined outrage when he see’s his beloved vintage where she parked it, but she would be far away.
She had painted it in patterns of the things she liked.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Thank you, S.Writings for the photo and Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories
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.
Enchant me with your expressive eyes, that crinkles in laughter as you speak
that I may find myself ever caught between
the reflections of your pupils and there shall I remain.
*an excerpt of my poem*
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