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A little word association game I played with myself one day during a math class in college. It made me smileÂ
I was going through old writings I compiled from my teenage years. I found this little blurt which I can only explain as the pains of a new spiritual birth. I wish I could go back and give myself a hug. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to speak of pain...you will find your way little one.Â
The Mad Sketches of Generation X- By Victoria LentoÂ
Daddy’s Letters Pt 2.Â
A Love Letter From My Daddy pt 1.
I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. Always. My father has always loved me deeply. Always. About a year ago he was arrested during a manic episode. This was the first time he was aware he had Bi-Polar and needed to be medicated. That day clarified much of the turmoil I had experienced with my dad. I had been aware of his mental illness years before he had...and for a very long while I hated him for it. I felt betrayed that someone I loved so much, and someone I knew loved me so much, could be a completely different person and hurt me so deeply.
There were really dark times with my dad. But no matter what, he would always write me these long, beautiful, amazing cards for my birthday, valentines day and sometimes when I just when I needed some encouragement. I was looking through them today and I felt the need to share. Yes, my dad has this illness, yes there were truly dark times, but these letters remind me that that illness didn’t define who he was or his love for me. These letters remind me of the legacy he gave me, of poetry, of spirituality, of creativity and the gift of words. I hope they can be an encouragement to any of you who may love someone with a mental illness, or perhaps someone who needs to hear some words of love.Â
He is doing well. We don’t see eye to eye on many things...but I know that even if I don’t agree with him religiously, or spiritually or politically, it doesn’t matter, he’s my dad and always will be.Â
These letters are priceless to me and I believe my father’s words deserve to be shared. Here is the second letter:
“Daddy “4Evah” Rachel,Â
You are my beautiful 1st born daughter. I’ve loved you the longest; 25 tears, U an extremely proud of your life and your heart felt choices. My prayers never stiop beating in God’s ear for your best. You are very special; you will receive God’s best in all areas of your life. I will never stop believing in you, and caring about you. Can you unmelt cheese from an egg sand which? I am your cheese. I love you.”Â
A Love Letter From My Daddy pt 1.Â
 I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. Always. My father has always loved me deeply. Always. About a year ago he was arrested during a manic episode. This was the first time he was aware he had Bi-Polar and needed to be medicated. That day clarified much of the turmoil I had experienced with my dad. I had been aware of his mental illness years before he had...and for a very long while I hated him for it. I felt betrayed that someone I loved so much, and someone I knew loved me so much, could be a completely different person and hurt me so deeply.Â
There were really dark times with my dad. But no matter what, he would always write me these long, beautiful, amazing cards for my birthday, valentines day and sometimes when I just when I needed some encouragement. I was looking through them today and I felt the need to share. Yes, my dad has this illness, yes there were truly dark times, but these letters remind me that that illness didn’t define who he was or his love for me. These letters remind me of the legacy he gave me, of poetry, of spirituality, of creativity and the gift of words. I hope they can be an encouragement to any of you who may love someone with a mental illness, or perhaps someone who needs to hear some words of love.Â
These letters are priceless to me and I believe my father’s words deserve to be shared. Here is the first letter:
“Dearest Most Precious Daughter,Â
Where does one begin with you! So special Jesus’ girl of favor. You’ve been with me the longest, and quite frankly it has been all my joy. Home-school was not the deciding factor of your life because God had his heart on you from day numero uno. He has prepared a bright, energetic, hard working, relentless achieving goal setting, pure motives gonna change many old people’s thinking girl. (No I didn’t forget your hotness in shape tanned yoga goddess girl, but being beautiful for you is a common as finding a grain of sand at the beach, you just got it all happening!). You have been my valentine for 25 years and for 25 years the name Rachel is and has been synonymous with that of a man so blessed that all are jealous of him. A man blessed to have a true lovely daughter, a man who had a life filled with joy and laughter and witty jargon from his pretty face, pretty heart dot dots.Â
Rachel, I can’t put into words the joy you are to me I am so fulfilled by watching the expression of your life. I am so proud of you in so many ways! You wont stop educating yourself, even though I gave you little help and little cash. You won’t stop pursuing your spirituality. You won’t stop being a friend even to those who drain you dry. You won’t stop believing in yourself (Steve Perry just crossed my mind!). You’ve never given up on encouraging us, your family even though we are imperfect. I respect you as a person and as an individual. You have very much depth of character and understanding with correct interpretations to situations. I haven’t mastered 1/4 of where you are beginning in this area. Such a paradox, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. (Don’t judge me, I know that’s prideful of me). But again, I am so proud of you.Â
It’s hard to tell you to go forward and pursue your dreams because you will do it anyways, cause that’s who Rachel is. But it’s never hard for me to encourage you with my love. There is nothing about you, or that you do that ever hinders me. I am deeply in love with you a love addict if you will, yeah I am a hopeless Rachel love addict, I will always be this way. You’re my cutie pie (made of semi sweet chocolate chips).Â
In many ways I can’t be much of a help to such an independent, free thinker like you. But time will show you how daily my love to God for you through heartfelt father love for you intercession will produce all things for you more than you think. Jesus will make “The Rachel Experiment,” prosper, and that melts my heart, because your life is so precious to me. You’re doing “all the things girls your age do,” but you’re doing it right. That’s so awesome! You’re so special!Â
Nothing is wrong with you, in fact everything is right with you....Do not think that I implied that something is wrong with you, my psychoanalyzing sweetheart. Just saying, good people are coming your way. Thank you Rachel for lighting up my life every time I see you or hear your voice. I can’t wait to hear you say what you’re up too. I miss you so often and so much you’re so busy. You are so blessed. I care so much for you, my little girl:
-Daddy”Â
I’ve been going through old cards given to me over the years. It really struck me how these precious words were given to me...and it feels selfish that they should only be in my possession. These letters were all given to me from beautiful, incredible souls and their words are so powerful, that they deserve to be shared. Yes, this was a letter written to me, but perhaps you will find encouragement in the words as well...This is what it says:
  “Rachel “ewe” - idiomatically-one with purity; lovely in form, beautiful.Â
   Sister,
  I am so privileged to call such a strong and loving woman of God my friend. May the strength of the spirit move in you so deeply today and everyday that you are drawn to him powerfully and irrevocably. May the gifts He has bestowed upon you flourish and grow for his glory. May you be a standing testament of his faithfulness to your family, your friends, your husband, your children and your children’s children. I pray you learn to know Christ intimately-both in your suffering and joy, may you be drawn to him. May this year draw you deeper into faith, love, hope and knowledge that the creator, sustain-er and perfecter of all things good knows you deeply and loves you with no bounds. May the depths and endless love of our Savior and beautiful king be the driving force behind everything you do. Remember you are a princess and a daughter of the most high-Jehovah Jireh-The Lord- El Shaddai- Adonai- The Lamb...Be blessed abundantly, Rachel Marie- beautiful and pure one. Bask in his presence as the glory of creation screams his majesty around you. May your years and this year on earth scream his glory as well.
  Happy 21st Birthday
  Elizabeth,”Â
 - A blessing, a birthday cardÂ
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repeat after me: i can and i will. i may not get there right away. i may fail multiple or even hundreds of times. but i am going to pick myself back up and eventually get to the point i want to be at in my life.