You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
Lifestyle photographer Grace Chon recently turned the camera on her 10-month-old baby Jasper and their 7-year-old rescue dog Zoey, putting them side-by-side in the some of the most adorable portraits ever.
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have been waiting
for our hearts
to finally meet.
A correctly utilized five-minute period of time can be of great benefit. In this period, concentrate upon the fact that the point of power is now. Feel and dwell upon the certainty that your emotional, spiritual, and psychic abilities are focused through the flesh, and for five minutes only direct all of your attention toward what you want. Use visualization or verbal thought - whatever comes most naturally to you.
"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it.
I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”
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As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
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As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.
Now that we are nothing, for example,
we can be the rain. Surely
the rain will accept us without hesitation, even
when it’s starting. And now it’s starting. Drops
on the window glass: it accepts us,
this feminine rain accepts us. Kiss me.
Fragility, spin a thread toward the bird’s little foot,
fraternal ending of the rain or exhaustion, spin it.
A type of cardboard box with “Fragile” written
in a bold hand, free from trembling.
Let us be fragile for we are not the ocean.
Some form will accept us.
Your body spends every minute of every day giving you the ability to live and you repay it by abusing it in every way you can think of. That is not okay.
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.