Another floor. Another dog♥️
Great time with these guys on set of Murder Calls S3 Episode 1. Make sure to check it out at Investigation Discover Network.
As I'm getting ready to board yet another plane, on my journey to making things happen & to go after my dreams, I wonder if it's all worth it. Will I ever make it? Will one of these doors I keep knocking on ever open? Am I good enough?
I listen to the songs shuffling on my phone and "You will be found" from @dearevanhansen
soundtrack comes on...
🎵🎶 Even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, and when you're broken on the ground, you will be found. So let the sun come streaming in, cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again. Lift your head and look around, you will be found.🎵🎶 And on that note, I will continue to knock on doors for as long as it takes for I will be found✨💫 🙏
Get ready San Jose I'll be inside you soon for only 24 hours, let's make magic!
Thank you to my wife @marimarimimi
again for waking up early to drop me off at the airport & for always always always supporting me no questions asked...It’s not easy being married to a dreamer💜
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While I am always happy to have the beach to myself, I'm always surprised that I am virtually alone minus the few dog walkers. There is nothing like getting ur bum up in the darkness, brewing some coffee, then walking to the beach w nothing but a blanket and coffee mug- to greet her highness over the ocean. Have we become desensitized to the beauty around us? I'm just baffled that not every person that lives there is not out doing the same thing. I've said it before and I'll say it again-its never what people do that surprises me, it's what they don't. .
As soon as it warms up, I'm going home to Sandbridge for a few days and I can't wait. I miss my mornings there. ❤😊🎨📚📸📝🎶
Went on our trip to the high street, but have abandoned work for now. What a weird day.
Asmita is sitting on the grass. As usual lost in her thoughts. David comes and sits beside her. “Hey” she replies. ‘How come you are here?
‘Just fancied a walk, never thought you would be here’
She looks up at the sky. Scorching sun. It’s soothing to sit in the shadow of the tree, listening to the rushing sound of waves.
And sometimes it does make you feel good to be in someone’s company. Maybe not to talk but they are just there with you. It’s like mental connection. Silence talks.
‘What’s up with you?
He is looking at her questioningly.
It bothers her. David is invading her walls. He is trying to cross those and as usual she is going to go away from those who try coming close to her. But the question is straight, unavoidable and Asmita is probably reading between the lines.
‘Nothing much. Just wanted to get out of library for some time and get some fresh air.’ She smiled as David raised his brow on the mention of library.
‘You didn’t go home.’ Everyone was at home as they took the unofficial holiday break together.
Intake of breath.
‘So what’s your story?
“What story? ’
A questioning arc of brow.
‘Well, everyone knows my story it’s your story that no one knows about. I think it’s your story that is with the most sadness and the hurt. And you won’t open it to anyone in random.’
‘I feel you are too observant.’ ‘And I find you intruding and invading as well.'
‘Yeah but not your real story.’
What is he talking about?
‘What are you talking about?’
‘you know, you trying to see good, trying to be good, helping out people, being this good girl, be there for everyone, be understanding and all?’
‘What’s wrong in that?’
‘You are there for everyone but you are not close to anyone nor are they to you. Meeting you every other day is like starting on a new page totally.’
‘I like it that way.’
‘Why so distant?’
‘What’s wrong in being distant?’
‘I am not saying that it’s wrong to be distant, all I am asking is why?’
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A glimpse of the beautiful sunset as #WPBengkelMedia
came to an end. A satisfying, learning and sharing, experience. Always exciting to see the next generation being equipped for the future. May my ceiling be their floor. #WritersLife #Training
As they say, we ain’t got much time. Even stars have a vanishing point, even the universe expands and the sea, too, will cease to sway. The love and the fire and the light that make us burn bright while we are here, before we, in this form, leave. The spirit goes back into the universal field from whence it came, but we have this one life here, now, to love, learn, evolve and be. And nature only thrives in the wildness. We are nature.
⠀⠀ Excerpt from a poem called “Come alive” dedicated to every human soul.
Martina lo tiene claro.
En un mundo al revés,
lo mejor es estar cabeza abajo. 🤸
Feliz sábado. 💛
She informed everyone as soon as the list was out. She was going to say bye to the town. To the state. For at least two years. Her friends had thrown a part. She was receiving ‘stay in touch.’ a lot these days.
That night, after her one more farewell party she was thinking about him. She messaged him that she was leaving. After a while she received a message from him. He had wished her and said that he has been trying to call her but couldn’t.
She checked her contacts and found him in the blocked list. She called him.
After weeks she called again to check on him. Soon she forgot as she started adjusting with new town, new university, new people and new lifestyle.
When she went back home, she met Maurine, Sam, Vincent but couldn’t meet Jill as she was studying in another university and had no incident vacation with her.
She asked George about his whereabouts and they decided to meet.
The whole time she was explaining him how he mattered in her life, as he said ‘I think you are ignoring me.’ He also said, ’if we don’t feel connected, we are not going to meet in the future.’
And when she came back she tried to keep him in touch.
She had a feeling as Sylvia is in other town, he is relying on Asmita. As soon as he gets admitted to the same university as Sylvia was in, he was going to forget Asmita.
That night she decided to end all her contacts with George.
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🕊🕊🕊 are you feeling sad? Would you say it’s love that is killing you ? What is this love you talk of, why does it hurt you that way?