"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Challenge

Challenge – PLAY

 

 

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  :)

Ela.

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” Mommy, I played with the little bottle with red color, I opened it just to smell it but the color wanted to play with me…

Your toys are so much better than mine!!! ”

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33 words, memyselfandela, 2013


Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  :)

Ela.

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Soul and flesh embraced
and the salt of tears lingering in the eye
freedom means to break your flight sometimes
but to also stand up many fold
and fly with my own wings.

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33 words, memyselfandela, September 2013


Challenge – PLAY

 

 

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  :)

Ela.

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The wind caresses your soul
When your ships sink.

Ten blind men pass at your left
Hundred crazy stop by your right.

Yet smile, breathe, shine
For you are beautiful like no other.

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33 words, memyselfandela, September 2013


Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

roseIt is in the eye of the beholder that beauty lays, and this beauty extends from his eyes to his heart, then it flows to his soul, taking then control of his hard working hands, loving hands, that make inert dust breathe and become alive in vessels that can themselves contain life in purest form.

This created beauty has the fingerprint of his love giving hand, the same hand that can touch all, objects and creatures, blessed hand that touched also the last rose of summer and in it the whole universe.

The potter has the beauty of an angel.
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100 words, memyselfandela

Photo: Andre, http://urkeramik.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/eine-rose/

Vielen Dank Andre.  🙂


Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

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Blue skies and storms, blowing wind and birds chirping, joy and drama.

Sweetness and curiosity, patience and restlessness, surprise and disappointment, longing and oblivion.

We have all different stories, yet we are all alike. We wear all different wrappings, different bodies, different clothes, different losses and dreams and feelings, yet we are all humans.

Life brings us together sometimes, just the way cupcakes freshly made meet for a while in the showcase of a store before they go each to a different destination.

Maybe life will make us meet again. Till then be happy and love with all your heart.

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100 words, memyselfandela, 2013


Thursday Challenge – WRITE

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Here is the picture, write what you think, express what it makes you feel. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to WRITE.

Ela.

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He was long gone from the room, yet in her deep fear Lucy could still hear him.
His liquid diet fueled anger was screaming at her mom now, her frail voice begging him to stop while he smashed another glass against the kitchen floor. Though Lucy knew that not even calling the police helped, as last time when she called them her mom lied that nothing happened while covering her bruised wrists, just because she still loved him.
He was not her father. No more lullabies in her soul as she prayed God to simply take him away one day.

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100 words, memyselfandela


PLAY

Who told you that I forgot how to play? That’s right, I never forgot. And neither did you.

Hereby I open my own challenge. Every week on Thursday I will post a picture and invite you all, if you wish, to comment with a text of maximum 100 words – or the link to your blog containing the post and the picture.

There are no other prizes than the pure fun of writing together.

Have fun and play! 😀

Ela

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They look at you, but do they ever really see who you are?

All those bitter years when they have bullied you and hit you, mutilated you and injured you, all those years have only made your inner strength grow. You do know completely who you are and what you cannot stand to be anymore. Controlled. Humiliated. Abused. Scared.

No, all that pain was enough. It is time to break free. And you are free. And you are beautiful, no matter what they say. Does your body matter so much? Or is this beauty just your soul finally shining through?

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013