week 16|2017

I find it extremely liberating to see that I was the cause of all of my problems. With this realization I have also learned that I am my own solution. This is the great big gift of personal accountability. When we stop blaming external forces and own up to our responsibility we become the ultimate creators of our destiny. – Jenna Galbut

 


 

I just love this.. I (re)discovered it saved in my screenshots and, man, after reading Dr. G’s wise words of co-creating, it resonates more than ever.

You know those people who always play the blame game? Who point the finger at everyone and everything except themselves? Yeah.. here’s to being the opposite of that. I know in the past, it was more difficult for me to take responsibility for my downfalls, especially if my intention opposed the receiving party’s perception. But now it’s like, ok, I see where you’re coming from. Discuss if necessary and move on. On the opposite of the same coin, I also have the power to remove blame gamers – actually, any and everything that disrupts my chi. I mean, why not make the best of this one life? Or at least do what’s in our power to try.

one moodyass poem

Lately I can’t seem to shake these thoughts of you.

They say when you think of someone so much,
they’re thinking of you too.
But that can’t be
because you’d call or text like you used to do.
Telling me about you and your days
until it was no longer new.
Our once lavish garden became overgrown with..boredom?
Complacency? We’ll never know what could have grew.
Delayed responses to simple messages
yet all over social media like glitter on glue.
Arguments sparked when I shared what hurt me most
and you couldn’t handle your shortcomings…and the truth.
What is with these guys-
boys in men’s bodies who play good women for fools.
Bravado schmeared over a lazy, narcissistic bagel-
not really that flavorful or interesting, but still a lot to chew.
Silly me for playing the same sad game
I knew I’d lose.
A hungry heart makes silly choices;
I’ve learned that through and through;
My mind escaped me as my heart took over, an array of emotions
from white hot, crimson, violet, gray, black and blue.
They matched the flowers at my doorstep
and the colors of your chameleon suits.
I hope you’ve learned that catching the girl may be easy,
but keeping her is for the strong and very few.
I know potential ain’t shit if not realized and put into motion;
our could/should/would have been just won’t do.
Next time I’ll heed the signs of a man incapable of loving;
my heels will kick up dust and I’ll say chooom ✌🏾

© 2017 KBW

week 15|2017

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I’m in love with self-seeking;
Constantly looking
for ways to discover
the depths of me.
I’m addicted
to my own energy.
It is my innate source of light;
my connection with the Most.
I learned through my trials,
that I am my savior;
my pick-me-up.
And that is a beautiful responsibility.
© (d.d.l)

(photo stolen from the internet)

But, We Got Love [a reblog]

Lemme tell you how it feels With five little ones tuggin’ at you, Wantin’ this, needin’ that. Who gonna provide? Me, that’s who! And, I’m not complainin’ They’mine, they belong to me, I ain’t seein’ fit to havin’ none of you Claim’em. I know what I know about’em And, that’s that. But, it don’t […]

via But, We Got Love — a cornered gurl

week 13|2017

For something in me was just never satisfied. I would sit on the porch and stare at the mountains, convinced that there was something, something calling to me, beseeching me to “Come, come and drink from overflowing fountains!” There is another world out there beyond the tall green mountain trees. No telling what destiny will […]

via Break Fee! — shelbycourtland

week 12|2017

We can’t make people happy;
we can only encourage happiness
to be a part of their diet.
Until they can take that step with
themselves, nothing will matter; it’ll all feel
like tires in the mud.
And every move will feel muted,
every accomplishment will seem to be on a
path they wish they’d found five years ago.
Nothing comes without time, assessment
and application, especially happiness. It
isn’t something that can be force-fed, it
doesn’t arrive in the form of a pill, a bottle,
or even an herb.
Happiness is sought after,
earned and cultivated from within;
and it will only happen when they are ready.
Until then, it will all be just words written
on a sandy shore, waiting to be washed
away without much give.//dáe.

week 10|2017: love without attachment [a repost]

Non attachment love is not about not being connected or not loving each other fully and to the core. For me it’s actually the opposite, it’s knowing that nothing lasts forever and treating that love as if it was the last day. It’s expressing that love everyday, it’s taking nothing for granted. It’s not getting […]

via Love with no attachment.. Is this the best type of love one could wish for? — Breathe Think Write Release