She is no longer invited everywhere... but she has learned to invite herself into her own life.
Once, her presence was awaited at every table, at every gathering. Her laughter was welcome, her stories had a place. Her company was cherished.
Over time,
An artistic expression of a city from the One Thousand and One Nights.
Atlantis of the Sands and The Lost City of Ubar: Lost, Found, and Lost Again
The myth of the Arabian ‘lost city of the desert’ can be traced to a book of bedtime stories dating fr
.ೋ..The Persian Twin Flame Recall...ೋ
The heat and the smoke had opened his mind it would not be long now that she would come for him, he remembered the words whispered by the Great Father “Set forth upon her skin a woman like no other white in comp
“On September 10, 1957, photographer William C. Beall from the Washington Daily News was assigned to capture a parade organized by the Chinese Merchants Association. While his focus was on the procession, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a
“I’ve never seen my child cry like this before. It’s not a tired cry or even a breakdown cry. It’s a heartbroken cry. Today, was her very last day of Kindergarten, or e-learning rather. She seemed pretty aloof about it all until we pulled into sch
"This little guy lost his parents. I put him on the nearest tree, and he came back to sleep on my lap three times. As night approached, I decided I had to help him. I brought him in, bathed the fleas off of him, and delivered him to the mother squir
Here is a Beautiful message:
Tonight, I walked in from the store with my arms full and a brand new candle in my bag. As I struggled to get it all on the counter, one bag dropped and I heard the glass break. My brand new candle was ruined as the
An 80-year-old man insists every morning on bringing his wife breakfast in the nursing home. When asked "Why is his wife in a retirement home?" He replied, "She has Alzheimer's disease." So he was asked, "Would your Wife be worried if one day you di
WHEN I AM OLD
When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair...
and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs breathing.
I will sneak ou
My grandmother once gave me a tip:
In difficult times, you move forward in small steps.
Do what you have to do, but little by little.
Don’t think about the future, or what may happen tomorrow.
Wash the dishes.
Remove the dust.
Write a letter.
Make a s
The Man Who Planted Trees (French title „L’homme qui plantait des arbres“), is an allegorical tale by French author Jean Giono, published in 1953.
It tells the story of one shepherd’s long and successful singlehanded effo
ODIN TALE - PARKOUR DREAM WITHIN A DREAM OF REALITY.
My Story.
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I had a vision. Not a vision in the sense of ambition, of goals. My ambitions were bounded
