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[theblovel]

The Blovel Season 4: Episode 4

“I doubt there was ever a moment where they weren’t thinking about them and only them. They are so self serving with how they offer these half-assed excuses about their actions that don’t come out of Love but come from a place of manipulation. They couldn’t have possibly been able to really understand what it’s like to be in my shoes. Understanding is selfless. One must remove their cool and set aside their ego to truly be in a place of understanding. I’m not sure if they’ll ever understand what it’s like to be me.

I’ve offered the most sincere parts of my existence to someone and they took that as weakness. They stepped all over me and degraded me because it made them feel better about themselves. I was hurt by this person and it kept me in a dark place for years. I didn’t trust anyone. Every smile felt fake. Every offer of a shoulder felt like an unofficial agreement to be bound to a place of negativity. I didn’t need that company; I wasn’t miserable, I was hurt. I wanted answers to why and how come and what about. I hung my heart on a hook in the back of my mind where my fears dwell and closed the door. I swore to myself I wouldn’t open it until the right person revealed themself to me.

No one ever knows the depths of a broken heart until theirs is smashed into a million, unrecognizable pieces. Not until the glue that pieces your heart back together is the same glue that cements your feet back to the ground you fell beneath after they dropped you. Friends and support groups are cool but there’s nothing that compares to the embrace from the one that knows you better than anyone else. Your friends don’t hold you the same way. Your support group won’t understand the way you feel because they aren’t you. It was a unique, one of a kind type Love that no matter their years of healing and advising can fully comprehend. That’s the shit that had me in my feelings. It was so good before it no longer was. Emotions run deep but that soul connection, once broken, can be a real bitch.

Despite surviving the hardest part about finding someone (losing them), I managed to pick myself back up and challenge my heart to be open to Love again. Once I did, it opened me up to parts of myself I hadn’t known I buried. I left parts of me below even where I was willing to look. To compromise for the hurt, I neglected the best aspects of me because they weren’t good enough before. I wasn’t being me; I was a version of myself I didn’t recognize anymore. I didn’t like who I had become. It showed me the necessity of appreciating who and what I am before expecting someone else to. It took a long while but I found peace in Loving me more than I used to.

The work it took for me to Love me more than I ever have forced me to be cautious with those I let become close to me. My friends changed as I grew to see the hearts of people rather than their words and smiles. My lovers were few and far between. I didn’t align myself to negative energy nor did I let cancerous spirits infect my newfound respect for myself. I thought nothing of the broken glass that fell upon the floor that day. A broken glass isn’t a sign; it’s just an accident waiting to be fixed. My attempt to fix what was broken led me to the man that replenishes my energy with Love in abundance. I never imagined the man of my dreams would walk into my life, out of it so quickly and back into it within a span of hours. I didn’t know before that he too was broken. I know what it takes to be pieced back together; I know full well I can’t be the one to do it for him.

He leaned on me when he was at his lowest but ran to another when he was vulnerable. He committed to me but left his heart with another woman. I didn’t know how much of him was was aligned with her; how deep the wounds and how far away from healing he truly was never sent a red flag. He ran to her because he didn’t know what else to do. I could have given up on him and shut him out forever. I chose to Love me more. I needed him to see what he was giving up on. So I made my vision my reality. It took him a while to find himself, but he did and he eventually found me again. Our happiness is because of the willingness to let healing happen outside of judgment. My absence was the balance he needed to understand what was missing from his life. We are each other’s and no one else’s; finally!

We are so quick to judge another’s journey without first looking at ourselves to dissect what we too need to heal from before we can be whole. No one should ever look for another to complete them; find your compliment, find your reflection. Love yourself first.”

[theblovel]

The Blovel Season 3: Episode 4

Buxton couldn’t believe what he had just read. The only girl to give him the time of day and genuinely have an attraction to him outside of his potential as a meal ticket due to his athletic abilities is now gone and possibly forever. His fondness for Amber has grown into a Love that he never before experienced but didn’t take the opportunity to tell Amber. She told him of her Love for him in her letter but he still holds his truth with no way of revealing his truest feelings to his greatest find.

Buxton was broken. He found his equal in a girl who no one else saw the way he did. They connected in a way that couldn’t be duplicated. Amber brought all of Buxton’s emotions to the surface where he didn’t have to be afraid or embarrassed by them; Amber loved Buxton for who he truly is. He’s an attentive and sensitive mate who gives all of himself to the one who has his heart. Unfortunately he gave his heart to the girl who wasn’t able to stay. How is Buxton supposed to navigate losing the most important person in his life?

It took years for Buxton to move on from the loss of Amber. A few women came and went but none ever made him feel what Amber did. The few times he left himself open to Love it wasn’t what it needed to be; it didn’t feel like the way it was with Amber. He eventually turned his focus from Love to being the best man he could possibly be should Love ever find him again.

Buxton matured into an attractive young man with an appreciation for fine clothing and fragrances. Buxton never wanted to ever be misconstrued for the kid he used to be. He worked out regularly and became a vegetarian. He kept himself well groomed and well dressed. The superfluous opportunities to meet women came in abundance. Every woman he met after Amber didn’t compare. She was the bar and there was no compromising; until he met Joan.

Joan came out of nowhere much like every other woman that Buxton fell for. It was a circumstantial occurrence that placed he and said woman at the same place at the same time and fate intervened. They were in a coffee shop and Buxton was there between classes. He was having a chai latte with almond milk at the corner table in the window near the secondary entrance to the left of the coffee shop counter when Joan walked in. It was as if the air in Buxton’s lungs suddenly escaped him. She had this flawless air about her. Everything about her seemed intentional and nothing seemed out of place. She was elegant and floated across the floor as she walked in. Buxton nearly wasted his tea as he locked his sights on Joan.

She stood in line at the counter in her full glory. Her large overcoat protected her from the elements and her heels invited her legs to accentuate the muscles she’s developed from years of walking in them which also caught Buxton’s attention. Her long, black, shiny hair flowed seamlessly down her back and her makeup was soft and light but her lips were full and her hips were perfect; she had a true shape that only God could have created because she was absolute perfection! Buxton sat and observed her as he typically would have with any woman he was attracted to. However, Buxton wasn’t on the prowl. He saw Joan and was attracted to her instantaneously, but elected to let fate decide.

Buxton noticed every move Joan made from the time she set foot into the coffee shop but once she received her beverage he turned back to the book he was reading as if to appear unbothered. Buxton sat at the corner table near the secondary entrance almost strategically. It was where patrons could get the necessary add ons for their beverages as well as coffee jackets, stirring sticks, sugar and cream or milk. He sat there nearly every time he went to the coffee shop and he was certainly glad to catch a glimpse of the lovely woman he wouldn’t dare to talk to. He opted to let her make a move if it was to be.

Joan pulled her beverage from he pickup counter and walked over to the station next to where Buxton was sitting. She appeared to be in a rush but she was careful about what she added to her beverage: two sugars in the raw and a splash of soy milk. Buxton pretended to read but he noticed every move Joan made. After fixing her beverage to her liking she looked up and saw Buxton reading. She noticed the book itself, “Invisible Man” by Ralph Ellison. She smiled at the thought that came to mind at first glance of the novel. Joan directed her words towards Buxton, “First read or brushing up on a classic?” Buxton knew that something only divine would have caused such a beautiful creature to speak to him without cause. He replied, “I’m re-reading for pleasure. How often do you brush up on the classics?” Joan answered, “I’m an avid reader and try to find more current authors to keep my night stand occupied.” Buxton countered, “So the classics aren’t good enough for a second or third read after you’re done with them?” The presumption in Buxton’s tone could have come across as arrogance or even judgement, but Joan was sure of who she is and didn’t back down. She replied, “You’re making an assumption about my preference and not about my appreciation for new perspectives. It’s a classic mistake made by older readers.” The counter made Buxton not only smile but cough up his chai latte and spill a little on his lapel. Joan quickly responded by reaching out with a handkerchief. She said, “I didn’t mean to offend you; I was only countering your sarcasm.” Buxton appreciated her willingness to oblige his sarcasm with a bit of her own. He offered, “I made an assumption I shouldn’t have madam. I apologize for my sarcasm. Thank you for wiping my lapel. I hope you aren’t turned off by my opinions. My name is Buxton.” Joan responded, “Anytime I can get a man to choke on his own drink, I must have made an impression. My name is Joan. Have a good day sir!” Joan exited the coffee shop with a smile on her face. Buxton was smiling as well and looked to see if Joan would look back to see if he was looking; she didn’t. What Buxton didn’t know was that Joan could see Buxton’s reflection from across the street and saw how attentive he was to her exit. She smiled and kept walking down the street away from the coffee shop.

Buxton sat and was enamored by the effortlessness of the communication between perfect strangers. Buxton did leave it up to fate to bring them together but he wouldn’t chance her leaving out of his life never to be seen again. He gathered his belongings and rushed out the door in the direction Joan walked. He ran down the street and could see her overcoat not too far ahead of him. Buxton jogged to catch up to Joan moving people out of the way most urgently. He finally reached her and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned Buxton was hunched over and breathing heavily; he had missed a few weeks at the gym recently. Buxton stood tall and centered himself to speak, “I don’t typically do this, but upon meeting you I felt compelled to chase you down in the hopes that maybe we could meet sometime again for coffee or perhaps a bite to eat if you are available. I know it may seem weird to run after you but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.” Joan was flattered by Buxton’s approach and offered, “As long as you aren’t winded every time, you’ll be just fine.”

[theblovel]

The Blovel #1

The smell of patchouli fills the air as the sun beams that enter through the towering white framed windows cut through the classroom and dance with the smoke from the burning incense. Coltrane plays through the blue-tooth speaker that sits upon the massive, hand-made, red cedar desk at the head of the class. It’s shellacked to perfection and can sit six co-eds eager to know more about the after-hour whereabouts of the professor that purchased the bureau they frequent. He constantly reminds them to find comfort in the less flattering auditorium style seats there tuition has yet to upgrade. He wears a tailored black and white houndsooth suit with an open collared white shirt with adjacent black pocket square. His black and white saddle oxfords remind his students that even though he shows a little grey in his beard, he knows a little more than they would assume. 

He walks among his pupils with an affinity for the genre greater than their appreciation yet he encourages them to allow the music to move their pens. “This is an exercise in letting go and letting it happen. So often we allow our thoughts to dictate to us what we put down on our pages; don’t think, just write. Let the melody dictate your efforts.” Coltrane plays thunderously through the speaker. He observes his students closing their eyes and inhaling the marriage of the saxophone and piano and ingesting the emotions he expresses leaving them in a sentimental mood. Some write, some ponder, some fill page after page and some just a few words. He observes them all as the song plays. When the song comes to a close he speaks to his young writing enthusiasts, “Creative Writing isn’t always about finding the right words; sometimes its about letting the words find you. And with that, have a great Spring Break everyone. See you all in about ten days! Don’t drink too much and please, please don’t end up on the internet. Be well!”

Buxton left the auditorium faster than his students. He loved being a creative writing professor but, like most education professionals, he loves his breaks! He walked briskly away from the students that eagerly asked him which vacation destination he was going to in hopes they would see him. He knew it was grossly inappropriate but he never fed into the advances. He loved his career choice and no twenty-something year old young lady would ever detour him from his plans, no matter what she was offering. 

He walked through campus to get a glimpse of the sun at its peak. He never looked directly into the sun but loved the warmth and vigor the sun brought to the world. He noticed how alive campus would be on bright, sunny days, however today campus is scarce as everyone is leaving campus for Spring Break. Normally Buxton stays in town. He knows that vacations at this time, especially the heavily flooded, not too expensive student destinations could pose a huge issue for him if he is even seen at such a place, however, he has taken the opportunity to join his best friend Jeremy on a trip to the Dominican Republic.

As he reached his four door, hard top matte black Jeep Rubicon with limo tint and matte black twenty inch rims, he felt this cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled the phone from out of his pocket and saw it was Jeremy. “Buxton! What the hell are you doing? I thought you were meeting me at my place at 2:00?” “I’m on the way Jeremy. I ended class a bit early but there’s some traffic getting off campus.” “We can’t miss this flight B,” Jeremy responded. Buxton replied, “I’m on the way.”

Buxton and Jeremy get to the airport in time to have their bags checked for their international flight and and find an airport bar to sit at and have drinks. Both gentleman sit at the end of the bar and order their respective favorites: Cabernet Sauvignon and Johnnie Walker Blue. As Jeremy sips his Blue Label, he is excited about the week they will be spending in paradise. 

“Bux, are you excited bro?” 

“Yeah I’m excited man, but I know I’m going to have to spend the majority of my time watching out for you. The last time we went somewhere it was crazy.”

“Ay look Bux, that was the old me; I’m different now. I got my shit together.”

“Yo, you just got divorced last year and you’ve been sleeping with anyone available to you. I’m not trying to put you out there J, but we are going to the DR and I know your’re going to do your thing. I just hope it comes with less drama than before.”

“C’mon Bux. Forreal? I was just having a good time. Nobody got hurt.”

“Yeah! That’s because I saved both of us from that woman’s husband by pulling you out the room and leaving out the back door before he got up the stairs.”

“But you were right there with me with her friend.”

“Her friend wasn’t married either J.  Ay look, I’m not on that anymore. I’m getting a bit tired of the short lived romances. I want something long term. I want more than the moments in time. Anyway, let’s try to enjoy the week.”

As Buxton and Jeremy stand from the bar after paying their tab, Jeremy turns and unknowingly bumps into a woman with her friends and knocks her drink out her hand to the floor. “Oh damn I’m so sorry. Let me uh, let me uh get you another one” Jeremy turns to the bartender to order. Buxton immediately bends to clean up the mess his friend made. As he gets closer to the floor he sees he’s joined by the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. She has short, curly hair, a cocoa brown hue, nice lips, she smells of lavender and she’s wearing glasses; all of which Buxton is immediately attracted to. “Please excuse my friend. He can be a bit clumsy at times.” She replied, “No it’s no worries. I tend to have these interactions all the time. I’m beginning to think it’s me.” Buxton countered, “It could never be you madam. We tend to misstep more often than you. I’ll clean this, I wouldn’t want you to get glass anywhere near you. Let me help you up.” She offered, “No I can do it. I’m a big girl, I’ve been doing things for myself for a long time now.” Buxton retorted, “Maybe it’s time you let someone else carry the burden.” She continued to look at the floor and began to reach out to touch the broken glass. “Please don’t madam. Allow me.”

Buxton reached out his hand to take hers to pull her up from the mess upon the floor. She continued to look at the floor but Buxton assured her that he would handle the mess. Her friends called out, “Girl we are about to leave. Hurry up!” They continued without her as if they knew she would be fine by herself. She lifted her head, pushed her glasses back as they were on the tip of her nose and looked up at Buxton. He towered over her in a comforting way that she found appealing and secure. She liked his lighter complexion and grey accented beard. She didn’t smile but felt the energy of the moment move her towards doing so. “My name is Buxton. Pleasure to meet you...” She leaned into Buxton on her tiptoes, placed her hand upon his chest and moved her face close to whisper into his ear, “My name is Charley, but I have to go now. I’ll see you again.”

Charley walked briskly to catch up to her friends. Buxton swept up the glass and turned to see where she was; she was gone. He felt defeated. How could he let her get away so easily? “You ready Bux? We about to get wild out in the DR!” Buxton grabbed his boarding pass and carry on and walked to their gate. He felt the emptiness of a chance unfulfilled. He wondered if this woman was more than just another moment in time. How would he ever see Charley again?

[martialmonki]

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ShinraBanshou (Chapter 2).

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Hi! I’m E K, the Writingelk. I like to do inky stuffs, such as writing books and poetry, or at least, fool around with the idea. Been asking for some feedback to see if anyone thinks that there is any virtue there, you know, in what I do, and write, not sure if I can trust the answers I get, you know, Mama will always think that those scrablings on the wall is the greatest thing she has seen…

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[attemptingtoadulttheprocess]

#lifeisbeautifulseries week twelve is up on my blog now! My challenge for this week is to meet beauty no matter how small or how large as I wander along. Life is this incredible journey full of beautiful things. We tend to overlook the small everyday beauty and focus on looking for the grand kind of beauty in the world. Missing all the small things that are so incredibly beautiful. Like the way a person's eyes crinkle when they laugh, or the sun hitting your skin and filling you with warmth, or simply the way chocolate gives you a rush of endorphins as you eat it. Go meet beauty in your world and share it with those around you. #life #beauty #beautiful #weeklyseries #weeklychallenge #blogger #blog #johnmuirtrail #johnmuir #johnmuirquote #johnmuirquotes #meetbeauty #wander #incredible #smallthings #bigthings #california #cali #californiaadventure (at Muir Woods National Monument) https://www.instagram.com/p/B58dwlTn9iS/?igshid=1p05rtbz9raft

[imbriaart]

Starting this weeks #dininganddoodles and doing something smashing... yeah I play smash like lots of others and today I am drawing one of my mains for the series #art #QuickDraw #comic #weeklyseries https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsg7J6Ihg44/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=edrjas6ymuf5