God bless cartoons…
They can save a life…
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Life in spite of everything 7 … Just another poem…
My soul … wild mint.
Sweet and bitter in the arms of the earth.
Hidden in gentle grass … Gentle grass as a gentle tree …
In a gentle embrace.
One cracking soul …
A new life …
Simple, plain, eternal…
In the heart of the night silence smells strong and smooth.
I live in my heart’s silence.
Simple and plain.
Me, myself and I.
Wild mint and gentle grass. Everything.
Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧜♀️
Life in spite of everything 6 … Just another poem…
People…
… I LOVE peaceful people … when I sit with them and shut up … and I understand everything … the glaciers break up and grow new, the worlds are falling and raising up… passing epochs and new people coming
we are silent and …
… I LOVE restless people … when I sit with them, we break up gorgeous storms, we get bored and mischievous, we cry loudly and laugh loudly, loudly and with joy …
… I LOVE cheerful people… when I sit with them, I’m jumping, dancing, dabbing and hanging with or without common sense, and I can …
… I LOVE depressed people … when I sit with them, we are just tired willows, in the mists, and we see the clear rivers flowing past us … together, the interwoven and firm roots that keep the river …
I love little ones, big ones, sharp, dumb, pale, crazy ones, clowns, ridiculous, yellow and black and colorful, blabbers, peanuts and methusalems…
Sometimes I hate them, just a little… sorry😣
Life in spite of everything 5
My life before CFS was adventurous.
I don’t need adventures, just nature and silence.
I miss Palagruža, remote and wild island.
Palagruža is great motivation for keep going.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧚♀️
Because music and movie and dancing can save a life!
Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧚♂️
Life in spite of everything 4
Priceless Book: A Man Called Ove…. Because reading saved my life!
Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman is a beautiful story about the transformations we go through in life and how different events in our life affect us, shape us, and make us who we are today. It is a magnificent tale of true love and human values.
For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.— Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove
And some music for my soul…
For dear HardKaur 14 and her beautiful life: welcome
Therapy: NO TV, NO CELL PHONE, little gardening, sleeping, and good old W. B. Yeats
Struggle isn’t my identity!
Simple steps: gratitude, Struggle isn’t my identity!, coping, walking, little gardening, sleeping after two years of sleep deprivation …
…less overthinking, less energy vampires, NO TV, NO CELL PHONE, more fruits and veggies and maybe new job
I adore my job but but but
Fifth of teachers plan to leave profession within two years. National Education Union warns of exodus caused by excessive workloads…
“My job is no longer about children,” one respondent said. “It’s just a 60-hour week with pressure to push children’s achievement data through.”
“Working 70 hours a week for many years has meant my health and family life have suffered. I am getting out before the job kills me,” said one.
“My personal life doesn’t exist anymore,” said another.
Escape the Matrix 