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Mindful Moment
Cleaning centers the brain on one task at a time. It is made up of mechanical and rhythmic motions, Open the windows and allow the fresh air to flow into the room. Then focus on one room, task, or corner to clean
A smile takes less energy, they say
It has the power to brighten someone’s day.
Spreading joy and warmth in every way.
It can chase the clouds and bring out the rays.
Unknowingly, you slipped away.
What did I do wrong? What could I have done
to make you stay?
All I ever wanted was to feel needed and seen.
I thought I had that with you,
but I was wrong yet again.
Will I ever find that connection,
or is it a dream just out of reach?
In the silence, I search for answers,
wondering if love can be genuinely returned.
Will I always be left with echoes of absence,
lost in the longing for what might have been?
” You have to be willing to get happy about nothing” – Andy Warhol
Gut-wrenching pain
the tears pouring down my face
the pain won’t go away
There once was a broom with a bristle
It tried to flirt with a brush and whistle
But the brush just sighed
And said with some pride
“I don’t sweep that way, dear broom, I’m not that fickle!”
You captured my heart the first time we met
A rapture of emotions I couldn’t forget
Left everything in your enchanting act
“You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.” —Wayne Dyer
Tinkling joy, bright chime,
Celebration in the air,
Magic with each ring.
Sweet delight, layers,
Celebration in one slice,
Joy on every plate.
Rich cream and fruit abound,
Laughter echoes all around,
Moments shared, hearts unite.
The spark and flame were as bright as a bonfire on a dark night,
Dancing embers in the cool air, casting shadows in the light.
Whispers of stories wrapped in smoke, drifting up to the skies,
Each flicker held a memory, each glow a soft lullabies.
The stars twinkled overhead, like secrets just out of reach,
While warmth embraced our laughter, in a language none could teach.
We gathered close in a circle, our hearts woven tight and near,
The world outside forgotten, as we shared what we held dear.
The crackle and pop, a symphony, played on the wooden logs,
As time slipped by unnoticed, like the fading of the fog.
With every spark that soared and fell, we felt a moment’s grace,
A reminder of the fleeting time, and the beauty we embrace.
So let the flames keep burning, let their light guide us through,
For in each bright reflection, lies the warmth of me and you.
And as the night grows deeper, with stars that shine above,
May we hold on to this magic, wrapped in the comfort of our love.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been given a no, only to find that a better, brighter, bigger yes was right around the corner.” —Arlan Hamilton
“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” —Arthur Ashe
Sweet dreams, what are those?
A whisper in the night,
A fleeting tale composed,
In shadows soft and light.
I drift through realms unknown,
Where hopes and wishes play,
Yet in my heart, I’ve grown,
To doubt their gentle sway.
Each night I close my eyes,
In search of slumber’s grace,
But find no lullabies,
Just an endless, quiet space.
What magic do they hold,
Those dreams that others find?
A tapestry of bold,
Unraveled by the mind.
Yet here I stand alone,
A skeptic of the night,
In silence, I have grown,
With no sweet dreams in sight.
So tell me of your dreams,
The ones that make you soar,
For in their glimmering beams,
I wish to dream once more.
In a quiet part of my mind, there’s a big bucket,
Collecting all my feelings, each drop I can’t hide.
A little bit of joy dances, a bit of sadness peeks,
With each moment it captures, it holds all my weeks.
From happy hugs to tears that fall like rain,
This bucket gathers stories, both pleasure and pain.
Memories like small stones, they tumble and roll,
Each one a short moment, a heartbeat to hold.
Sometimes it feels heavy, this bucket is so full,
But inside this simple space, emotions push and pull.
I take it with me, through valleys low and high,
A proof of my living, a record of each tie.
So here’s to all the moments, both strong and profound,
In this bucket of feelings, life’s treasures are found.
For every single drop, it shapes the path I take,
A colorful canvas, in every choice I make.
M.A.D. Works 