Secret Lover ⚜️⚜️⚜️ #Kindness

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.

Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.

Secret Lover ⚜️⚜️⚜️

Isaiah 40:29 Arlin Report

Isaiah 40:29

Storia illustrata #Vulturesti

Storia illustrata

Story of the year 😁😂😂😂 #Kindness

I’m sharing this post because I literally laughed till I cried. I’m thinking we all need a laugh these days.
Read to the end to get the best laugh🤣 have fun!

The Middle Wife’

by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher

I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid,takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.

She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.’

‘First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.’

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.

‘Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts going, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)

‘My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.’ (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)

‘And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!’ (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)’Then the middle wife starts saying ‘push, push,’ and ‘breathe, breathe.

They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom’s play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there in the first place.’

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.

I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it’s Show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another ‘Middle Wife’ comes along.

Now you have two choices…laugh and close this page or pass this along to someone else to spread the laughs. I know what I did!!!

Live every day as if it is your LAST chance to make someone laugh😀

Story of the year 😁😂😂😂

Zitat von Vincent van Gogh

Wenn man die Natur wahrhaft liebt, so findet man es überall schön. 🌷🌷🌷

Zitat von Vincent van Gogh

Red ~ #Kindness

Red walked the woods daily. Each day she would disappear into the forest and wouldn’t exit until the eve of that day. The villagers assumed she was heading to gramma’s house. The wolf, who was seen as a natural enemy of the young girl, watched her daily. Something was different about her. He would never harm a young girl, nor would he try to scare her. The rumours came from an attempt on his life and spread like wildfire through the village. One day red was walking the path, and the wolf decided to follow her. He was nervous; something was out of place, but he couldn’t figure out what. Creeping up behind her, he noticed a bright light appear from the sky. He hid behind the bush and watched as red walked directly into it. Her body lit up, and the light swirled around her, it almost looked like a rainbow. When she stepped out from within the brightness, she was no longer the young girl they saw her as. She stood six foot her eyes as red as her cape, her skin was covered in scales, and she stood in the middle of others who looked the same. Red was an alien, the wolf sat in shock. He wanted to run and warn the village, but he knew she would be shot insight. For now, that would have to be his and reds secret. The town would have to take whatever was to come their way.

Red ~

Zitat von Tim Rätsel

Lass und träumen, Denn wenn wir träumen, Dann vergessen wir was wir fürchten. 🌞🌈🌞

Zitat von Tim Rätsel

My Girl – Otis Redding #DonCharisma

My Girl – Otis Redding: This time I decided to do my own video. Originally a Temptations song – Maybe I’ll post their version later.

I made the video myself – One of my first attempts at video editing, using the built in software in Windows 10 “Video Editor” – it’s OK, but I did have some issues (don’t use too many effects on one clip). Often other videos aren’t that well made – So I thought I’d try my hand at making my own. You can be the judge of whether I made a good job or not !

I like the idea of using the creative tools that are to hand for free, rather than forking out cash that I don’t have. And simple is good these days.

RIP Otis Redding.

My Girl – Otis Redding

Inspiring Women of WordPress: beautifully broken you #TheLonelyAuthor

I will try to revitalize my series of Inspiring Women of WordPress with a monthly post.

“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.” – Sharon L Adler, inspirational author of 300 Questions To Ask Your Parents Before It’s Too Late.

Life has an amazing way of touching us. During these months of illness and recovery, my precious friend Rachel of In Mind and Out, has reached out to me in my loneliest moments, lifting my spirits. We often joke about being “broken.” This wonderful poet and caring woman fails to see the beauty of her imperfections as her brokenness helped repair mine. Please, get to know Rachel, one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress.

beautifully broken you

fragments of a mirror
reflecting multiple moons in the night
making the parts
more beautiful than the whole
fractured sunsets
of healing warmth and light
in need of an ointment of poetry
to cure a jagged soul
shatterd moonlight and splintered sunsets
create a stunning view
reminding me of my darling kintsugi
beautifully broken you

Poetically translated to “golden joinery,” Kintsugi, or Kintsukuroi, is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery. Rather than rejoin ceramic pieces with a camouflaged adhesive, the Kintsugi technique employs a special tree sap lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.

Inspiring Women of WordPress: beautifully broken you

The pretty sun🌞 #TryToGetIt

Hey come on pretty sun …shine brightly..kill all viruses in the globe..hey come on..defeat diseases..help our plants to grow..give vitamin d to our bones…help little kids to walk..help them to be stronger..

Pretty sun you are a gift from God..

Your Rays will penetrate everywhere..it will defeat dark powers ..and peace will triumph..

Hypocrisy and treachery will come to an end..and your warmth pretty sun will heal the world..

Love you pretty sun..

Mother of the earth..

🌞❤

Allah says..

By the sun and his brightness, (1) And the moon when she followeth him, (2) And the day when it revealeth him, (3)And the night when it enshroudeth him, (4) And the heaven and Him Who built it, (5) And the earth and Him Who spread it, (6) And a soul and Him Who perfected it (7) And inspired it (with conscience of) what is wrong for it and (what is) right for it. (8) He is indeed successful who causeth it to grow, (9) And he is indeed a failure who stunteth it. (10) (The tribe of) Thamud denied (the truth) in their rebellious pride, (11) When the basest of them broke forth (12) And the messenger of Allah said: It is the she-camel of Allah, so let her drink! (13) But they denied him, and they hamstrung her, so Allah doomed them for their sin and razed (their dwellings). (14) He dreadeth not the sequel (of events). (15)

‎سُوۡرَةُ الشّمس
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

‎وَٱلشَّمۡسِ وَضُحَٮٰهَا (١) وَٱلۡقَمَرِ إِذَا تَلَٮٰهَا (٢) وَٱلنَّہَارِ إِذَا جَلَّٮٰهَا (٣) وَٱلَّيۡلِ إِذَا يَغۡشَٮٰهَا (٤) وَٱلسَّمَآءِ وَمَا بَنَٮٰهَا (٥) وَٱلۡأَرۡضِ وَمَا طَحَٮٰهَا (٦) وَنَفۡسٍ۬ وَمَا سَوَّٮٰهَا (٧) فَأَلۡهَمَهَا فُجُورَهَا وَتَقۡوَٮٰهَا (٨) قَدۡ أَفۡلَحَ مَن زَكَّٮٰهَا (٩)وَقَدۡ خَابَ مَن دَسَّٮٰهَا (١٠) كَذَّبَتۡ ثَمُودُ بِطَغۡوَٮٰهَآ (١١) إِذِ ٱنۢبَعَثَ أَشۡقَٮٰهَا (١٢) فَقَالَ لَهُمۡ رَسُولُ ٱللَّهِ نَاقَةَ ٱللَّهِ وَسُقۡيَـٰهَا (١٣) فَكَذَّبُوهُ فَعَقَرُوهَا فَدَمۡدَمَ عَلَيۡهِمۡ رَبُّهُم بِذَنۢبِهِمۡ فَسَوَّٮٰهَا (١٤) وَلَا يَخَافُ عُقۡبَـٰهَا (

Al shams chapter

The pretty sun🌞