Thanks to the WW 2 Veterans on this 70th anniversary of D Day We wouldn’t be the same without you!!!
June 6, 1944

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Thanks to the WW 2 Veterans on this 70th anniversary of D Day We wouldn’t be the same without you!!!
June 6, 1944
What you see and perceive is not always what's true or real.
"We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are, because it is the 'I' behind the 'eye' that does the seeing." Anaïs Nin.
Our view of the world is shaped by our internal lens, our personal experiences, our biases, emotions, and past traumas.
Instead of observing reality objectively, we project our internal reality onto the situations and people around us, this perspective is subjective to us alone, because our minds filter everything, therefore, two people can view the exact same thing or circumstance, but interpret it completely different.
So give grace and kindness to those around you for we don't know the entirety of their reality and the "why" in behind the why they acted as they did.
Don't surmise... ask...and get enlightened.
Everyone.... Yes, Everyone.
Everyone carries the aches within— of longing, of hush and heat. Some inherit it like a birthmark, a pulse beneath the skin they never question.
Some gather it slowly— in glances held a second too long, in stories half-finished, in the soft electricity of becoming seen, being truthful.
For some, it blooms— petal by petal,
taught by time, learning the language of touch the poetry of aches the verses of desires without ever naming it aloud.
For others, it recedes— folded carefully like a letter never sent, chosen silence, or sealed by the weight of circumstances.
Yet still it lives— not always as fire, sometimes as warmth, sometimes as a distant echo of rain.
An erotic mind is not always hunger— it is awareness, a way of inhabiting the body as both question and answer.
Questions posed constantly. Answers offered partially; the mind searches consistently.
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Do the best you can… Choose to not struggle… but to flow. 🤗🤗🤗
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In the refuge of love, hand in hand, side by side.