change
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Here I am putting pen to paper to jot down a few words and say hello, let you know I am alive and well.
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Sometimes my mind just runs away and leaves me in the dust. I cannot always put my thoughts on paper. I have a hard time knowing when to stop, when I do not know I have started. Music allows me to feel. Music allows me to speak. I cannot carry a tune to save my life, but that does not
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I escape. Escapism is my best friend. The media of choice changes, but the desired effect and end result is always the same. Sudden change, well if I am being honest… any change to a degree, is difficult for me. The negative effect of change afflicts me at the deepest level of who I am.
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I woke up stuck for the third day in a row, or the fifth or is it the sixth? I have been stuck in writing, stuck in things of life, stuck in thought patterns, just STUCK. Reading is my mode of escapism I use to tolerate the “stuck days” but even that has been failing me
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Jack sings his song; his words resonate in me. He says my love is soft, kind, and blind. He says my love is wasted. He says someday I will see. I look back now, and see my disaster. He says I can choose to learn. I choose to realize my love was wasted on you.
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I have done my best to avoid media coverage regarding Donald Trump’s comments about Mexican immigrants. As a Mexican born American, I knew that it would take .006 seconds for me to be fired up, or at minimum annoyed about his ignorance. I want to note that I did not say illegal immigrants, because Mr.
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I was typing in a chat window the other day, when I noticed that for every single chat entry from the other person, I had two or three entries, and this made me ponder why that might be. One reason is that sometimes people I am chatting with are using smart phones (the power of
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I unintentionally made an “affirmation scroll” today. It started as a treatment (prayer), but as I poured my thoughts and feelings onto the paper, it kept getting longer and longer. When my heart and soul agreed on a stopping point, I assessed the final product, and had two pages of tightly squeezed words. This time
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“I sat by the ocean, and drank a potion, baby to erase you…” The song started all well and good, until I remember why I had removed it from my playlist. My mind took a bullet train back to the moment I realized that I was not having a nightmare, rather I was awake and
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It has been five years since I was part of the Machine that makes the world go round. I have to re-enter the workforce and have been trying for a while with little success. I have taken a step back and looked at this from a metaphysical perspective and believe that this has been due
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The Christ I knew as a child is not the Christ I know now. I did not have the fortune of learning of Jesus of Nazareth; instead, I studied about Jesus Christ the Savior. Jesus Christ the Savior who would be killed because of MY sin filled soul! I would have much rather been introduced
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Communicate clear intentions; be well defined about what you want. Most importantly, be willing and prepared to accept what needs to occur in order for you to have what you asked for. Early this year I sent out a request to God (Uni) titled “Kickstart My Life” (Yes, it is a Crue reference!). What came
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It goes by different names. It is called domestic abuse. It is called bullying. It is called battering. It is the repeated or habitual violence by one individual towards another individual. It is WRONG! It is a subject that many people choose to not acknowledge, less talk about. It is condoned or viewed as acceptable
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 