I am not feeling the best at the moment, not only that my #foot still hurts but I got this #allergy god knows from what? Inches like crazy and these red rushes appear to my body, looks awful😩😩 My #doctor says is allergic must be something I eat, but I only eat #chicken I recall, so I am allergic to chicken then? Have you heard anyone is allergic to chicken? What can I do?
Anyways thank you for write me DM to checking on me, very sweet of you.
Wow last night could not sleep at middle of the night those rushes inches me up so bad actually I have been up 5am now plus my jet leg, I am taking medicine now hope will #recoversoon
I have a little #premiere to go on #saturdaynight , a little #tvshow I did, a very #silly#funnyone , you know you never know how good you are in it till you watch it, always a bit of nerve racking .
Hope I will be recover and looking fresh and good Saturday night.
How to find the #calmnessofmind While your whole body is screaming it’s uneasiness? I think I just have to #makepeace with myself, and breath and find something to destruct myself, I have been #writing , even this morning I did, hope one day I will dedicate to you.
Cookie: Remember to #loveyourself In those difficult times, knowing soon you will see and breath the beautiful sunlight again and find your #wellbeing in #calmness and joy. I can’t wait for that.
Love ❤️❤️ #actress#bailing#hollywood#filmmaker#fashionicon#glamour#stylish#白灵#好莱坞#healthylifestyle#healthybody#healthymind
Ahora paz y armonía, ahora adrenalina.
El tiempo que todo lo media y medía deprisa corre y a su lado, apremia la tormenta.
Todo es tan intenso...hasta que mengua.
Tormenta. A intervalos. Tormenta pura y dinamita seca. Y Tregua.
Después de tanta tregua, después de la tormenta, el ojo del huracan fue la herida abierta.
La bondad muriendo sobre manos deshinibidas.
El amor al desnudo deconstruyéndose.
Verdades a medias.
A medias tintas poemas rasgados, como el corazón que bombeaba sus rimas.
Hasta que dejaron de rimar.
Y la música se detuvo.
Y comenzó a sonar un ruido estridente que no me detuvo, ni siquiera el placer mudo en el fulgor radiante que en mí habitaba tuvo que quedarse.
Todo se apagó. Y a tientas busqué una luz.
Una razón, un adalid, una promesa etérea, un perdón.
Perdón, necesito perdonarme. Perdón. Me convertí en el ángel que sostuvo el peso del engaño. Y con él cayó.
Ceniciento peso muerto.
Yo ciego y huraño.
Por toda la desconfianza que me hizo tanto daño.
Pero llegaron los cambios.
Entendí el juego. Y jugué a no entender el tablero.
A confundir el bien con un amago sincero del placer de negarme a obedecer lo que el corazón ajeno dicta.
Seguí mi propio ritmo.
Así me convertí en el gran mal que os gobierna.
Por eso decidí no ceder más ante la duda intermitente y hambrienta.
Una melodía perfecta me sedujo.
Provenía de mi propio flujo interno, aquellas vibraciones sepultadas por otros cuerpos y sus voces atroces que procesaban la mentira.
Ya no hubo herida.
Un viaje de sólo ida... __
Build with wisdom and the rest will follow. ❤️😆🌎 join the prayer conversation | Link in bio.
TRUTH JOURNAL DAY 10
How my mind thrives when I write. Flourishes like rare touches of green in the arid desert. The thrill of constructing a story is unlike any other. The commitment to complete one is a challenge I readily accept. The reward of finishing leaves me glowing. Glowing and floating. My itinerary is very clear today. I'm grateful for this focused state of mind. Before today i was burdened by the concern that I may write about too many varied. And that being "all over the place" would make it impossible for my style to become known or readily accessible. I fluctuate between writing music lyrics to sci-fi short stories, poetry to Dungeons and Dragons plots, pop culture reviews to film scripts. But after my last TV series review (LINK IN BIO) I was struck by an eye opening revelation. When I am writing I am both young and old. Simultaneously full of innocent curiousity and full of wisdom beyond my years. I'm happy. I'm appreciative of my faculties and imagination. I'm thinking. I questioning everything. I'm learning. So no matter what topic I write about I know that my style will eventually break through and become a recognized voice. For now, I will simply write. And enjoy being free.
#write#journal#writing#scripts#poetry#yoga#meditations#learning#author # #poet#moviereview#fun # #free#words#stories#truth#honesty
C'è qualcosa nell'aria di questo tempo che mi turba,
Mi rende immobile e impenetrabile agli occhi del mondo.
A volte mi chiedo se esistono ancora animi realmente vicini agli altri,
O se sono tutte finzioni della nostra mente per tenerci compagnia.
Siamo sicuri che fidarsi sia giusto?
Io penso di sì,
Ma ti distruggere e ti elimina all'interno,
la delusione si maschera bene ma non sempre siamo capaci a distogliere il pensiero.
In quei momenti si crolla e ci sentiamo soli nonostante si abbia tanto bene intorno.
Son germogli neri di un mondo che cade a pezzi,
Un mondo egoista ed egocentrico che lascia le briciole a chi meriterebbe granelli di luce nella vita.
Ma in fondo non c'è luce senza ombra e quindi vorrei dire a tutte le anime nere,
Che serve il nero per spendere,
Domani un nuovi sorriso sorgerà su questi volti stanchi e questa volta
Sarà vero. ✨
✏️This #tutorthursday, meet Graham! Graham is in the English undergraduate program. Here’s more about him:
📝His writing focuses and interests are historical fiction, especially that belonging in the Roman Empire and the Middle Ages in Europe.
💬His favorite quote is “I don’t have a favorite quote.” ~Steve Buscemi (this should tell you a lot about his personality)
Steve Buscemi is his wife.
🐐Fun fact: Graham raises goats and has about 15! (Swipe left to see photos; Theodore is the billy goat, and a couple others are named Edith and Ethel).
🐱He also has a couple cats, Bobert (the bob-tail) and Spiffy (the white cat)
Hay pequeñas cosas que nos hacen felices. ¿A mi? Un helado de vainilla. A eso le llamo “los pequeños placeres de la vida”. En lo cotidiano podemos encontrar cosas que nos alegran el día así duren un instante. 🍦 🍨 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Un helado junto con mi familia, un momento con ellos, produce dentro de mi ser un: “esto vale la pena, ellos valen la todo.” ✨
Sonará tonto, pero por lo menos a mi estos pequeños detalles me pueden alegrar el día. Toma un tiempo, mira a tu alrededor y disfruta los detalles. Un día lluvioso, el sol, la brisa, un viaje en autobús. Todo se resume en la actitud que tengamos frente a las cosas.🌧🌦🌬🍃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #photography#icecream#vainilla#goodvibes#family#writing
• yesterday i posted about one of my first poems ever, so today i decided to bring it all the way to my most recent; this is only a snippet (the outro to be exact) but it’s my favorite part and i thought it enough to capture the meaning. • winter is a hard season for me, especially this year as i’m already buried in snow. i spend all 6 months of it (that’s how long it lasts here in michigan) missing summer. and at times, like the one i was in when i wrote this poem, i feel lots of sadness and longing for that warmth and beauty that never lasts long enough — this past summer was amazing yet so, so quick. winter, basically, is just not my favorite time of year at all. this poem in particular was about learning to accept and live through times like these, to focus on the good things rather than wallow in the cold. and though it doesn’t feel the same as it does in summer, you should still let in the sun ☀️
• also, i’m excited to start posting about my book soon! i can’t wait to share it in bits and pieces with you all. i will also continue posting poetry, and a lot more soon! stay tuned! :)
New Post to my Column
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In the same week, I found myself in a conversation about a father controlling his daughter’s sexuality and I watched a documentary about a whole country controlling female sexuality.
Both were troubling to me.
If you have been under a rock, social media nearly blew up when Rapper T.I. said in an interview that he accompanied his 18-year-old daughter to the gynecologist for her yearly exam to verify that her hymen was intact. HIPAA (Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996) laws are in place so girls over the age of consent do not have to allow their parents into the room nor share the results of tests related to their sexual health.
T.I. bragged about ignoring his daughter’s rights, telling her to sign the form that says he can receive information about her sexual health and then demanding the results from the reluctant doctor. And, even though that doctor explained that an intact hymen doesn’t prove virginity, T.I. felt the need to brag about his daughter remaining a virgin on a podcast interview which would be broadcast all over social media and blogs.
Yet, there were people online, fathers and mothers, who claimed his disregard for the embarrassment to his daughter was “just a father protecting his daughter” or “they would do the same thing”. First, I am mortified for this young woman. Sexuality is private and it should be something you choose to reveal on your own when you feel comfortable.
A father bragging about his daughter’s virginity is akin to the past when a father had “handed over his daughter” to be married and then paraded the bloody sheets in front of people to prove he had produced a good “product” in exchange for her dowry.
#TI#T.I. #relationships#self-help #wellbeing#womensrights#love#writing#writersofinstagram#authorsofinstagram#authordyannebrown#goodmenproject#hottopic
For my book Firestarters of Food, Art & Music I traveled around the globe to interview chefs, artists and musicians who are an inspiration to me and perhaps to many others as well. Firestarters of Food, Art and Music is not an ordinary cookbook. It’s a collection of stories of interesting people selected by me. Not only sharing delicious recipes, but sharing their special connection with food in relation to what they do, their persuasion and what food means to them in life. Their drive is inspiration. So what’s my story? The cherry on top is that I ended with a shared 3rd place, best of the world in the category street food, and won the Gourmand World Cookbook Award 2019. Absolutely thrilled! We all have to create our own succes and sometimes you’re just a lucky bastard. But I know, the road can be full of obstacles. Beside having a wonderful team, all the things I learned and all the great people I met, creating this book was not an easy one...it also took some effort, a lot of time, disappointments and patience. But hey, we all have our struggles right? Bottomline is that I am grateful to all the people who helped me creating this book. And I am grateful for the connections and new friends I made, here and all over the world. That’s definitley a thing to cherish. It was worth the journey... it brought me closer to who I am. 💪🏼 @uitgeverijkomma@rinze_vegelien@arjenpoort#gourmandawards2019#firestartersoffoodartmusic#food#art#music#photograpy#writing#writinglife#chefs#michelinstars#artists#musicians#kitchenstories#cookbook#cooking#recipes#stories#streetfood#streetchefs#foodtrucks#kitchen#grateful#visualpoetry#painting#streetart
Čas zase in topli medenjaki (kupljeni in pogreti, ups) in primarne potrebe.
welcome to a space that is all your own. here, we intend to create magic by allowing you the freedom to be exactly who you are in this world.
who are we?
over the next few posts we will be introducing ourselves and our intentions for this page. we are a group of sentient “riters” who need to share our craft in hopes that we can build a safe space for you to share yourself with us.
what will we do here?
we will also be explaining our layouts and posts in the next few days before we post our first “Sunday Service” - a writing prompt that we provide to you each week to invite you to open that space in your centre a bit more, so that you can receive community, vision, and practice your craft too.
we hope that you all feel home here. this page will grow into a large-scale community for writers to participate in and feel a part of.
thank you for showing up, and we are so excited and honoured to create with you.
to the next chapter.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo... Cuando entraba a su rancho más allá de saludar, buscaba un banquito para pararme y ver si arriba de la heladera que atada con un pulpo estaba la bandeja.
Ahhhhhh cuando la veía sonreía y suspiraba todo su amor estaba puesto allí,
En la espera a sus nietas.
La bandeja de arroz con leche y canela esperándonos.
Cuando iba en camino al rancho mi imaginación volaba...
No sabía con que me iba a encontrar si ella estaba arriando las vacas o trepada en un potrillo,
Talvez culo pa arriba arrancando algún yuyo.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo...
Una de las azañas más guenas era descubrir donde ponían los huevos las gallinas dentro de aquel enorme galpón...
Yo con un tarro contando cuántos huevos pusieron ese día las cuelecas y las batarazas.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo...
La noche que las comadrejas invadieron el gallinero
Y saliste con cuchilla en mano
Me pediste que te alumbrará y yo tan miedosa confundiendo comadreja con carancho
(Esos bichos que te sacan los ojos)
No podía sostener la linterna en mi mano para ayudarte.
Después nos reíamos de los hechos sucedidos terminaste con un dedo lastimado.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo...
La primera vez que ordeñe una vaca y probé la leche con espumita calentita que siempre nos traias al amanecer.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo
Del queso casero arriba del techo, el dulce de higo servido, la torta frita siempre lista y tus brazos siempre abiertos.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo de tus historias de mi niñez, de escucharte cantar por primera vez.
De la valentía que tuviste aquella vez que partiste con la ropa puesta.
Tengo en mi en recuerdo...
De decirte todo lo que quise, de ser franca y escucharnos con el mate dulce y la mirada cómplice.
Tengo en mi el recuerdo...
De la voz dulce que me arropaba.
El abrazo eterno y el amor más grande que se te salia del cuerpo.
Te tengo en mi y el recuerdo
La unión de tu hogar, dejaste un legado familiar inmenso
Los sentimientos más bendecidos floreceran en luna llena y en cada primavera.
A mi abuela Onoel 12/11/19
✨Despite the never-ending responsibilities of a mom life remember that you are still free ✨ #mommorningroutine
11.11 | It’s the little things you do for her that mean the most. Like the bloom you picked for her or the hidden note. It’s the days when she’s just had enough and feels like she’s going to break, when you take her into your arms wiping her tears away reminding her everything is going to be okay. Its the days when a baby devil takes her place trying to scare you away, but you make her laugh by telling her how cute she is when she’s mad. Its after a fight when you refuse to let her go to bed mad. Or when she’s feeling unlovable and you remind her how much you love her, even when she’s sad. It’s when you both have a million things going on, but you still find time to show her that she’s a priority and how much she matters to you. Or when you randomly call just to tell her that you miss her face. It’s when you know she’s feeling insecure and you remind her that no other woman could take you away. It’s the drunk texts you still send when you’re out with your friends professing your love like you’re teenagers, again. It’s the little things you notice about her like the dimples on her back. It’s your smile. It’s your laugh....its you and all the little things you do that make her fall in love over and over again. So no matter how much time passes please never forget that. .