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    • ๐‘ซ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’”โœจ

      Posted at 1:04 am by Lisa K, on October 5, 2019

      ๐‘จ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Š๐’” ๐’—๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

      ๐‘ช๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’—๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚๐’ ๐’†๐’™๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’„๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’๐’‹๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’…๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’‰,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’•๐’‰.

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      ๐‘จ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’“…๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ๐’†๐’“…๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’–๐’†,

      ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’—๐’Š๐’†๐’˜,

      ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’๐’„๐’–๐’” ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’†๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’†,

      ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’„๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‘๐’”๐’š๐’„๐’‰๐’†,

      ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’Š๐’„๐’‰ ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’๐’๐’–๐’“๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฌ๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’”๐’„๐’‚๐’…๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’”๐’–๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’”.

      .

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’–๐’๐’‡๐’๐’๐’…,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‰๐’๐’๐’….

      ๐‘ฎ๐’–๐’Š๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’†,

      ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’๐’ˆ๐’•๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’—๐’๐’Œ๐’†.

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      ๐‘ณ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰,

      ๐‘บ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’‰๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’Š๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’†,

      ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’š๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‚ll ๐’Ž๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’†,

      ๐’‡๐’“๐’†๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Žโ€™๐’” ๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’†.

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      ๐“‘๐”‚: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • True North ๐Ÿงญ ๐ŸŒน

      Posted at 4:18 pm by Lisa K, on September 29, 2019

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”,

      ย ๐‘ต๐’๐’• ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’”.

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      ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‡๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’‚ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’†๐’–๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’š,

      ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’˜.

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      ๐‘ถ๐’ƒ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”,

      ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’˜๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’•๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’“๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’š๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š.

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      ๐‘ฉ๐’š: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • Rแด‡แด€แด…ส แด›แด แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด๐Ÿ’ซ

      Posted at 12:58 am by Lisa K, on August 1, 2019

      Sแด›แด€ษดแด…ษชษดษข วซแดœษชแด‡แด›สŸส ษชษด แด›สœแด‡ แด…แดแดส€แดกแด€ส,

      Iแด› สœแด€s แด›แด€แด‹แด‡ษด sแด สŸแดษดษข า“แดส€ ษชแด› แด›แด แด€แด˜แด˜แด‡แด€ส€,

      Sแด แด‡ษดแด›ษชแด„ษชษดษขสŸส ษชแด› แด€sแด‹s แดแด‡ แด›แด แด‡ษดแด›แด‡ส€,

      Aษดแด… สแด‡แด› ษช แด˜แด€แดœsแด‡ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด.

       

      Sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แด‡า“า“แดส€แด› สœแด€s ษขษชแด แด‡ษด แดกแด€ส แด›แด แด›สœษชs แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      I แด„แด€ษด’แด› แด‡แด แด‡ษด แด˜แดœแด› ษชษดแด›แด แดกแดส€แด…s แดกสœแด€แด› ษช สœแด€แด แด‡ า“แด‡สŸแด›,

      I แดกส€ษชแด›แด‡ แด…แดแดกษด แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด„แด€ษด แด…แด‡sแด„ส€ษชส™แด‡,

      Oา“ แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด›ส€ส แด›แด แด…แด‡แด„แดแดแด˜ส€แด‡ss.

       

      Jแดœsแด› แดกสœแด‡ษด ษช แด›สœแดแดœษขสœแด› ษช แด„แดแดœสŸแด…ษด’แด› แดแดแด แด‡,

      I า“แด‡สŸแด› ส™แดแดœษดแด… แด€ษดแด… ษชส€แดษดแด„สŸแด€แด…,

      I sแด€แดก แด›สœแด€แด› แด„ส€แด€แด„แด‹ แดา“ แด€ษด แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      Iแด› แดแด˜แด‡ษดแด‡แด… แดœแด˜ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แด‹ษดแด‡แดก ษช สœแด€แด….

       

      Tสœแด‡ แด แด€sแด› า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข แดา“ แด›สœแด€แด› แด›ษชษดส sแด˜แด€แด„แด‡,

      Iแด› sแด‡แด‡แดs แด›สœแด‡ แดกแดส€แด‹ สœแด€s ษขส€แด€ษดแด›แด‡แด… ษขส€แด€แด„แด‡,

      I แด…แดษด’แด› แด‹ษดแดแดก สœแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ sแด›แด€ส,

      Sแด แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs แดŠแดœsแด› ษดแด แด›ษชแดแด‡ แด›แด แดกแด€sแด›แด‡.

       

      Eแด€แด„สœ แดแดแดแด‡ษดแด› ษชs แด€ ษขษชา“แด› ษชษด แด›ษชแดแด‡,

      I ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด›สœแด‡ แด…แด‡แด‡แด˜สŸส แด€s ษช แดแดแด แด‡,

      Cแด€ส€แด‡า“แดœสŸสŸส า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› แด„แดแดแด‡s แดœแด˜,

      Tสœแด‡ แด˜แด€ษชษด สœแด€s สœแด€แด… sแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข แด›แด แด˜ส€แดแด แด‡.

       

      Sแดœแด„สœ sแดา“แด›ษดแด‡ss ษดแดแดก ส€แดแดœษดแด…s ส€แดแดœษขสœ แด‡แด…ษขแด‡s,

      A แดแด‡แด›แด€แด˜สœแดส€ า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› ษชs สŸษชา“แด‡,

      I สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“สŸแดแดก แด…แดแดกษด แด›สœส€แดแดœษขสœ แดส ส™แด‡ษชษดษข,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แดกแด€ส€แดแด›สœ แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ แดกแด€s ษชแด„แด‡.

       

      Fแด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“ส€แด‡แด‡ ษชs แด€ ษขส€แด‡แด€แด› แด˜สŸแด€แด„แด‡ แด›แด ส™แด‡,

      Hแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ สŸแด€sแด› ษช แด…แด ษดแดแด› แด‹ษดแดแดก,

      Sแด ษช สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“ษชสŸสŸ แดส สœแด‡แด€ส€แด› แด€ษดแด… sแดแดœสŸ,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs ษดแด แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด‡สŸsแด‡ ษช ษดแด‡แด‡แด… แด›แด ษขแด.

       

      By: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • From the Ashes๐Ÿ”ฅ

      Posted at 12:30 am by Lisa K, on June 29, 2019

      ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ?

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™จ๐™ฅ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐˜พ๐™ก๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ,

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ,

      ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™–๐™ง ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š,

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ, ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก, ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ช๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™˜๐™ก๐™ž๐™ข๐™—,

       

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก, ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™›๐™ž๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™–๐™™๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š,

      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ.

       

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™๐™ค๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ญ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š ๐™—๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ,

      ๐™๐™š๐™—๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™กโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ง๐™š๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐˜ผ๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™›๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ.

       

       

      ๐“‘๐”‚: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • How does change feel?

      Posted at 2:05 am by Lisa K, on September 9, 2018

      Hi friends,

      It has been a few months since I have shared a post with you, wow! Itโ€™s not that I havenโ€™t been writing, moreover that I have been busy with some changes!

      The funny thing about change, itโ€™s always there, it is really the one thing we can truly count on in life. And yet…it can cause a hurricane of emotion, dislike and even cause problems if we try to avoid it. ย I truly find that writing helps me to unbox and understand my thoughts and feelings and today I would like to share a poem with you about change. ย Moreover, after reading it, I would be very interested to know your thoughts on change as well.

      How does change feel?

      One day it may be sunny,

      On another it may rain,

      Like the unpredictably of weather,

      Things in life will always change.

      Why are we continually so resistant,

      To something we are constantly exposed,

      Why is it so difficult sometimes,

      To finally learn to just let go.

      Patterns that make us happy,

      Ones that make us sad,

      It seems we desire familiarity,

      We want somethingย  that weโ€™ve had.

      Grasping, holding, desperately coddling,

      Wishing that all will be the same,

      But how can we grow in life?

      If we want everything to be so tame.

      Like a child learning to walk,

      Branching out can feel so alien,

      But if you donโ€™t believe and take that step,

      The pastโ€™s grip is as strong as titanium.

      Feel, think, believe and trust,

      Itโ€™s all within your strength of will,

      Your desires are within your reach,

      Let your inner voice guide your skill.

      Suddenly you behold the truth,

      Your heart races with the realization,

      That to enjoy the beauty of this life,

      You must be open to this revelation.

      By: Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

       

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    • Self Love

      Posted at 1:43 am by Lisa K, on May 6, 2018
      Self Love
      Born into this world,
      We know the gifts that we possess,
      The Love that we are capable of,
      How to find our way to bliss.
      But as we grow there is doubt,
      A strange feeling that is unknown,
      It hurts to feel its wrath,
      And defensive ways will grow.
      The soul cannot interpret evil,
      The pain is far too great,
      It shrivels up and sinks down,
      By the hurt that comes from hate.
      A sheath of protection must ensue,
      But the edges may be frayed,
      Patterns begin to fester,
      And the soul becomes afraid.
      Realization of this war,
      Brings sadness but not defeat,
      Our light begins to burn,
      So strongly that it wonโ€™t deplete.
      Love brings all beings to their knees,
      And the soul knows this best,
      It pours love from every seam,
      Sadness can no longer ย act to suppress.
      Beauty, faith and Love grow strong,
      Trust and honesty are high,
      All the feels that are meant to be,
      Become our greatest in supply.
      Words are only letters,
      Do you feel the light ignite your soul?
      Remember the most important one,
      Itโ€™s only you who can make you whole.
      By~ Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • Cosmic Love

      Posted at 3:10 am by Lisa K, on March 18, 2018

      Cosmic Love

      Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
      Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
      Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
      It is something we search for as part of lifeโ€™s mission.
      Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind, ย but how can it be those things when sometimes itโ€™s blind?

      Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
      How can we have it without another who cares?
      Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
      Or do we require the heart of another?
      How can Love be free from pain?
      Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?

      Love is vulnerable, itโ€™s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when itโ€™s attached to much more?

      Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.

      Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
      Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
      Maybe thatโ€™s part of our work in this form,
      To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.

      By: Lisa Michelle โ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • That Christmas Feeling

      Posted at 2:41 am by Lisa K, on December 24, 2017

      Tomorrow is Christmas Eve!!! We are away holidaying at a ski resort for Christmas this year. ย Usually we go down south but we wanted to try a winter holiday this year. ย Though I am with the people I consider to be the essence of my existence, I do miss our family that we will not see over the next few days. ย I feel love, hope and enthusiasm for the coming new year and felt some inspiration for a poem. ย Hope you are having a wonderful time, celebrating life, love and all the important things at this special time of year!!

      That Christmas Feeling

      The snow begins to fall,
      Gracefully feathering down to the ground,
      The night is lit up with coloured lights,
      Eyes are wide for every child in town.

      The carols play over the radio,
      Bringing back memories of this time,
      A sweet nostalgic feeling to embrace,
      The scent of evergreen is in its prime.

      School is out for the holidays,
      Children play and eat the snow,
      No care in the world is what they have,
      Carefree and happy feelings is what they know.

      A time for friends and family,
      Smiles and hugs will fill your days,
      Chocolates and sweet cookies,
      Love is shown in so many beautiful ways.

      Thinking about whatโ€™s important,
      Squeezing close with those held dear,
      Donโ€™t forget to look into their eyes,
      And let them know that you are near.

      Love is the reason for all this fuss,
      Donโ€™t let the purpose become skewed,
      Let your loved ones know how you feel,
      And your feelings show their magnitude.

      I love you now, today and tomorrow,
      I will love you forever more.
      My heart is full when weโ€™re together,
      You make me feel like I could soar.

      Merry Christmas to you my friend,
      May your holiday be sweet,
      Enjoy making new memories,
      That forever you may keep.

      By: Lisa Michelle

      Keep smiling my gorgeous friends, Love to you all. ย We are all human beings, craving understanding, connection and above all Love. ย I feel it and it is so beautiful. ย Kiss and hug your loved ones!!!

      Much Love,

      Lisa Michelle xoxoxoxo

       

       

       

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    • Undeciphered Messages & The Eternal Burning Flame

      Posted at 1:10 am by Lisa K, on November 6, 2017

      When I think about how we interact with others and navigate this realm of existence, the most important way to do this with others is to communicate. ย This means through body language, art, dance, music, actions and the most common of all- words. ย When you listen to someone speak to you, if you know them- you can feel them, empathize with them because you have an emotional connection to them. ย Your bond is much more elaborate and interwoven in complexity than the words alone. ย What about when you hear a beautiful piece of music? ย I have been brought to tears by music alone. ย What about when emotional words are sung with beautiful music? The message and its impact are compounded. ย What about a movie? You become attached to more than just words spoken by each actor. ย You learn about them, become fond of them or despise them. ย You form an emotional discrimination which leads your interpretation of their words. ย Dancers feel into their bodies and express themselves to music. ย When I watch people dance, I can be moved deeply. ย Poetry also has a way of conveying messages in a rhythmic way which can evoke emotions in the reader. ย For me, when I write poetry, I am able to express in words meanings that are more than just the words on the paper.

      Why am I talking about this?

      When I think about people I love and care deeply for, it is awful when arguments come about which are often filled with feelings that are never fully discussed or misunderstandings which were never unraveled. ย This happens because of a lack of one simple thing ~ communication. ย I think about our sort of sloppy and two dimensional way of conveying messages with the words we can make with our mouths.

      What if we could touch one another by the hand and have them feel our thoughts and feelings in the way that we experience them?

      How connected and understanding do you think every being on this planet would become? ย Emotions and feelings are powerful. They drive us to do many beautiful and terrible things. ย In the case of miscommunications- relationships can end. ย People drift away from one another and judgements are made. ย If we could feel the complexities of what is happening for another, my goodness, life would be such a gorgeous melody of love. ย Because underneath all of the layers we have protecting our true being is Love. ย Right? I dream of that powerful and enveloping love that is our essence, our true form unveiling from that soft beautiful place within. ย Is it just a dream? In contemplating how difficult it can be to really communicate with those around us, I wrote a poem to express some of the thoughts and feelings I have been having.

      Undeciphered Messages and The Eternal Burning Flame

      My heart is true and open,
      My words are in synchronicity with my soul,
      My wishes are only positive,
      To be genuine is always my goal.

      Doubt and fear is all around me,
      It tries to worm its way into my mind,
      If only words could hold the intensity,
      Of the feelings that dwell inside.

      Navigation is a virtue,
      Tact must be a well honed skill,
      But I wish it was so much easier,
      That there was no expectation to fulfill.

      What is true connection?
      Itโ€™s hard to know for sure,
      Because if words could be felt by the heart,
      What we speak would be much more pure.

      Words can cut like a thunderbolt,
      If their meaning is interpreted the wrong way,
      So much of what we say is left unclear,
      Is it love’s faith that saves the day?

      The heart is a fragile gift of beauty,
      Which is kept protected from any harm,
      When it’s let out in the open,
      Damage can leave the mind unarmed.

      Look into the mirror and what do you see?
      The truth of you is in your eyes,
      Your beauty, strength and virtue,
      Is so gorgeous and vast to your surprise.

      Trust that your light is true,
      Because your words you canโ€™t undo,
      If you gaze right into the light,
      You will be free with no obstacle sight.

      Love, Love, Love,
      Oh this word is not enough!
      For the body, mind and spirit,
      The meaning is far more exquisite.

      Have the strength to be you,
      You must honour what is true,
      Show others itโ€™s okay to do the same,
      It will keep lit our universal burning flame.

      By- Lisa Michelle K

      I would really like to know your thoughts about communication! Please do leave a comment on this post, let’s communicate๐Ÿ˜‰

      Much Love to You,

      โค๏ธLisa xo

       

       

       

       

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