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@violetlightaura
Noticed a few moments of quiet joy today.
Watching the rain pour outside with my partners arms wrapped around me, watching the dog play with her favourite toy, enjoying a freshly made coffee, and receiving a message from a friend saying she missed me.
Just quiet moments of noticing the joy of the moment, while in that moment.
Its something I never used to notice.
Journal 365 - Day 200
An Archive of My Favourite things
Part Two: Human Connection
a back tickle from my partner; throwing my hands around my sister for a big hug after time spent apart; watching my baby niece smile and giggle; when my dad calls me 'bubs'; the way my parter looks at me; the banter and laughs with work friends; when a friend compliments me; when a stranger walking pasts smiles back.
That fire burning feeling in my chest has only been smouldering lately. that strong heat of passion to deep dive into understanding and thoughts of life has felt more effortful to find. although I know, it is critical to continue when I do not feel like it, as this is where I change my behaviour and create habit. it is in the doing where I will re-ignite that fire, find the creativity and build upon it.
Journal 365 - day 192
Boracay - PHILIPINES
SPEAK.
LOUDLY.
I don’t want to use my default mode anymore. To shut down. To not speak. To say nothing, because it’s easier than being misunderstood.
To be quiet, and just let it live inside me . Every time I decide to hold it in, I fail to show up for myself and stand up for her.
I am determined to choose and act differently. I will speak. I will let go of trying to control how others view me, to be okay with not being heard properly.
I will practice articulating myself proudly.
For her.
-- Violet S.G --
That bit of light has been poking through. I don't know if its hope or the work I'v been doing to find it; to dig it out from all the built up shit surrounding it - blocking its shine.
Sometimes even just for a moment, I see her. I feel her fighting for the light to hit her face, so she can show her face, and begin to act and feel herself again. I feel the most myself when I feel her rising. she's full of love for life, and excitement, and awe, and gratitude. she's more resilient, and understanding, and hopeful. she wants to work to gain, and be seen, and give.
I like her the most.
Every time she pokes through I remember how nice it was, and ensure to catch her again soon, and hope that one day she might not stay just for a quick visit, and instead decide to stay with only short trips away.
Journal 365 - Day 184
A Moment of Meditation in Nature ..
I love hearing water flowing down the stream, through the rocks and over the falls. The hum feels calming. and filling, as though it fills up all the spaces left in the mind. Its almost overstimulating in the beginning as it pushes through and fills up places not occupied, and then starts to wash the rest away, and i'm left with only the sounds of rushing water flowing through. I can't hear anything else, blocking all other noise, thoughts, anxieties, distractions, to do lists. My body is relaxed and mind calm.
-- Violet S.G --
Indonesia - BALI
An Archive of My Favourite Things
Part one: The beauty in nature
when the sunlight beams through the trees; the sound of water trickling down a stream; the smell of leaves when you tear them in half; the smell of rain; the colours in the sky during a sunset and sunrise; the smell of a pine forest; the sound of the waves splashing on shore; the feeling of warm sunshine hitting my skin; when the leaves turn orange and yellow, the colours of autumn; watching a butterfly flutter past; a magpies song
The Nobel Eightfold Path
THE FORTH DIVISION
Right Action To promote moral, honourable and peaceful conduct. To abstain from destroying life, stealing, dishonest dealing. To help others lead peaceful and honourable lives.
What the Buddha Taught - Walpola Rahula
All the Words in the Pages of My Poetry Book
having all the ideas
will never create them
moving and action
will free them from the mind
to the hands
and the body will create them
Trying to find the path again, after wandering off it. Tying to find that focus again. I am a little lost, but I think in some ways, lost is good. It feels like this new space, new opportunity, a new path being built.
I'm seeing what delays it. I'm listening a little more, and understanding a little better. All those intentional thoughts and actions leading me in the direction I CRAVE.
Journal 635 - Day 169
All the Words in the Pages of My Poetry Book
She only cared
but in caring so much, she only enabled
so the caring turned to harming
and she was never able to learn to care for herself
On February the 25th 2022, He sold every last bit of equipment needed to run that farm. Over 90 years’ worth of accumulated tools and machinery, passed through 4 generations. More than 70 pallets of bits and bobs passed to the next farmer, to be used for likely another 4 generations.
Feelings of relief, exhaustion, happiness, loss and sadness lingered. Surrounded by all those who had been alongside him helping over the years, all the material possessions were sold.
By the end of that day, even the Rossi Boots were thrown over the fence.
The Resilient Farmer
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