Each flower reflects God’s perfect glory, Quietly drifting along the wondrous things around; Though unfinished it seems, There is magic In its vibrant colours!
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How vibrant are you in reflecting your magic around?
How often do you feel lost, lost in translation of your feelings and emotions?
This street photography was taken by me, Downtown Brooklyn, April, 2022. Apart from the whole girly face image, I loved the collage of a bird at the bottom left. Do you love taking photographs while just walking the roads? Do you observe things and people around while on the street? Do you contemplate in midst of crowd? Can you find quiet time with yourself even when you are with people around? Just asking! I’m curious to know you 😊
Wake up early morning … Watch the beautiful sunrise … You can watch it from your small or big balcony or rooftop (if possible or you prefer) Or just from your window …
Sit and feel the breeze on your cheeks … Contemplate … touch the petals softly … Smile … keep smiling 😃 Oh! I forgot to say … Can you please sit with a glass of warm water with honey and কালিজিরা (black cumin) in it? (Or you like a cup of tea early morning? I don’t know about you) They say it’s good for health if you can have the warm water with honey and black cumin in the early morning of everyday … Write something … converse with yourself … Read aloud for a while …
Stretch your body … Make your bed nicely … And say, ‘Thank you bed for a wonderful warmth that I felt from my last night’s sleep on you! You are so very kind!’ You can blow a flying kiss to it 😘
(You want to go for a walk Early morning? I don’t know about you. But if you go for an early morning walk, It’s all good … Let’s walk together …)
Now start the day.
Heyyy, don’t forget to take a long shower (If you are not in a hurry though; See, I don’t know about you)
Finally, be grateful for the day, pray … For you are alive, breathing! Every new day is a new beginning …
Byeeee for now 😊
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What are your morning rituals? Let me know please.
“Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains ….
The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.” -John Mark Green
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