In Reading i found Peace.

01/12/2024

In the cold winters of northern Europe, houses were difficult to heat, then some forgotten craftsman gave him a bed to build, almost like a closet, where to hide from the cold of the night, when the last chills of the family fire went out, real woodworking were these beds of one or two compartments, which from 16 for centuries protected non-claustrophobic Europeans from night ice.
The box bed, which originated in the late medieval period, appeared in different forms throughout Europe: there are examples from Britain, Scotland, Austria, the Netherlands and Scandinavia. In some places they were used until the 20th century, which makes sense when you consider the cold European winters and houses where the warmth came only from a wood fire. And even before electricity, people simply didn't heat their homes that much, so being cold outside also meant being cold inside.

30/11/2024

Growing up is understanding that in Titanic, Rose decides to throw away a $250 million pendant in memory of an unemployed man who she had s*x with just one time, who also never even owned the necklace. Also, disregarding that the explorer on the ship that brought her there to tell her story had based his whole career on that necklace.

Meanwhile she leaves out the part about letting him freeze to death because she didn’t scoot a little bit on the GIANT door, and then perhaps, just perhaps her husband of many years after would have liked to know she was hanging onto $1/4 Billion dollar necklace? Maybe? Early retirement anyone?

The real villain of the movie gentlemen, no doubt it was Rose. Still love that movie. 😂

26/11/2024

“I asked my hubby and kids for a “year of reading” for Christmas, asking them to gather favorite books from their shelves which I haven’t yet read and books from my TBR stack. They delivered! 📚 I’ll open January’s book on New Year’s Eve. I can’t wait to see what they picked!” By Diane Dugan Morrill

26/11/2024

Ernest Hemingway once said: In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. What we yearn for is simply human connection—a quiet presence, a gentle touch. These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much.

Please don’t try to fix me. Don’t take on my pain or push away my shadows. Just sit beside me as I work through my own inner storms. Be the steady hand I can reach for as I find my way.

My pain is mine to carry, my battles mine to face. But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes frightening world. It’s a quiet reminder that I am worthy of love, even when I feel broken.

So, in those dark hours when I lose my way, will you just be here? Not as a rescuer, but as a companion. Hold my hand until the dawn arrives, helping me remember my strength.

Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give. It’s a love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget.

24/11/2024

... Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give. It's love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget...

-Ernest Hemingway
Love and Light,
Michelle Price

18/11/2024

27/10/2024

*10 short stories with deep meanings..*

_Profound and heart rendering!_

1) She was very excited
today, after all the
school was re-opening
after a long summer
break. Now, once
again, she could start
selling stationery at
the traffic signal to
feed her family.

2) She, a renowned artist
and a strict mother,
often scolded her 6-
year-old son for he
could never draw a
line straight. As he
breathed slowly into
the ventilator, she
begged him to make
one more crooked line
on the ECG.

3) "Everyone goes with
the flow… but the one
who goes against it
becomes someone
remarkable.” Before I
could explain this to
the traffic police, the
man issued me a fine.

4) Their love was
different. She was
happy every time he
kicked her in the
stomach. Every time
he kicked she loved
him more. She waited
for the time she would
hold her baby for the
first time.

5) All my toys are yours..!
Read her brother’s
death note.

6) They took his father,
and only returned a
flag.

7) At 25, I became a
mother of one; at 27 I
became a mother of
two; and today, at 55, I
have become a
mother of three! My
son got married today,
and brought home his
wife!

8) “Born to rich parents,
this boy is so lucky,”
exclaimed the
neighbors!
Somewhere in
heaven, three unborn
sisters cried.

9) “You ruined my career,
I was supposed to be
an Executive Director,”
she thought to
herself. The little
angel held her finger
tightly and she forgot
everything; A mother
was born.

10) Once a 5-year-old boy
was standing
barefoot in the
shallow water of the
ocean. He was
repeating the same
sentence to the
waves – “Even if you
touch my feet a
thousand times, I
won’t forgive you for
taking my parents
away.

_Breath taking! Aren't they?_

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10/10/2024

"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. It's not the shattering itself that breaks you—it’s the silence that follows, the quiet space where you realize there’s nothing left to salvage. And in that moment, you know that you’ll never be the same again. You’ll build something new, perhaps, but it will never be what you lost."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

10/09/2024

"If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of the winds that whispered to it, of the birds that sang around it, of the storms that visited it, and of the motherly tree that held it and fed it until its petals were unfolded and its form developed." ~ Lucy Larcom

04/09/2024

I won’t curse you, but I won’t wish you well either. I wish you nothing, and may our planets never touch again. Please be happy, please be sad, be in peace, or afflicted by your reality, please feel anything and everything, whatever it may be, do it far away from me.
—Shi Collantes

01/09/2024

If you don’t think photos are important, wait until they’re all you have left. Those simple snapshots, once taken for granted, become cherished memories frozen in time. A smile, a shared laugh, a quiet moment—all captured in a frame—take on new meaning when the person is no longer there to create new ones.

In those moments, photos become more than just images; they’re a way to hold on to the love, the joy, and the connection that once filled your life. They remind you of the stories behind each picture, the emotions, and the bonds that never fade, even when everything else does.

21/08/2024

One day, when you were five years old, your mother asked you about your favorite fruit. "Apple!" you said.

The next day, on the dining room table, you saw a bowl filled with peeled apples, and you tried to reach it, but your mother told you to wash your hands first.

And then you became fifteen. You were in your bedroom and wished you could be enough in the eyes of the world.

Your mother, on the other hand, peeled some apples for you in the kitchen. Although she didn't want to eat an apple that evening, she was aware of your sadness and remembered how happy you were when you had an apple when you were five.

The night after dinner, you saw a bowl filled with peeled apples. Apparently, there were still things that hadn't changed. You felt the touch of wrinkled hands on your skin, "Wash your hands before you eat it,"

—dimoetry
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20/08/2024

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me (Saddest Poem Ever)💔💔

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

20/08/2024

"I don't think many people around me know how hard I am to myself.

How there are so many days when my frustrations would get to me, and more often than not, how I would just keep all the broken pieces inside my head and let them eat me from the inside.

That is why I will always have a special place in my heart for the silent cheers. For the corny jokes to perk me up, the warm hugs. Those simple gestures, those beautiful people—they're the ones that pull the pieces of my world back together. And I know for a fact that even after winning all the battles I have in life, they're the ones my heart will always remember."

— Jun Mark Patilan

08/08/2024

We all have a bag.
We all pack differently.
Some of us are traveling light.
Some of us are secret hoarders who've never parted with a memory in our lives. I think we are all called to figure out how to carry our bag to the best of our ability, how to unpack it, and how to face the mess.
I think part of growing up is learning how to sit down the floor with all your things and figuring out what to take with you and what to leave behind.

Hannah Brencher / Power of Word
Art: Samantha Jordaan

18/07/2024

I can only hope that I pour so much love into my children that when the whole world seems to be making them feel like they need to do more, achieve more, be more.. there will always be the small echo of my voice telling them they are more than enough 💗

13/07/2024

“It's not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It's our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.”
― L.R. Knost, Two Thousand Kisses a Day: Gentle Parenting Through the Ages and Stages

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