Rest In Peace Tripp-a-Doo

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I wrote this on my Facebook, and I’m putting it everywhere. There’s so many people who loved and followed this family, and I think it’s a collective pain, though pales in comparison to what Stacey and Bill and so many parents have and are experiencing. I have followed the story of Tripp, Stacey, and Bill for years. They have been such a source if inspiration and love for me to see. I remember donating to these same charities as I was in recovery before. I’m so sad to hear of Tripp’s passing, and I don’t want to send only prayers when I can help in any small way.

I just figure anything to shed some light on dark days is worth it. I’m going to hug my kids a little tighter today.

Tripp Halstead/Team Boom Donations

Sunshine On A Ranney Day

Ride To Give

Also my local food bank: Pennridge FISH

 

The Severity of Mental Illness is Determined by a Box

Sue’s writing is profoundly beautiful and inspiring. I’ve missed her on my hiatus! Check her out!! ❤

My Loud Bipolar Whispers... hope

When I was a very young child, my brain and mind were free and open to see and create beautiful visions for my life. I had a lifetime to make my dreams come true.

There was no box.

After a few years passed and the abuse began, I saw the box and visited it occasionally to protect myself from the pain caused from the outside world I knew.

This box was always visible to me, but I could still get out the box.

After I gave birth to my first child, a large box swallowed me whole, entrapping me inside. The box encompassed me, leaving no windows of hope to see through. My life and view of the world became very dark.

Eventually, I found a glimmer of hope. The light started shining in and I had hope again.

When I found hope, my window gradually increased in size until…

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🃏 All in the Cards 🃏

BRAIN FREEZE

Sometimes if you blend in, you won’t notice how lonely you are. It started out as a frozen round planet, you came and warmed it to the core. Your heart melted the ice itself, but you yourself did so much more. Water came down like a monsoon, to the surface from the sky. The planet miraculously thawed out, as the crystalized clouds began to dry.

The trees had sprouted green leaves, and the roses bloomed in the shapes of hearts. Magic was in the atmosphere, and the Queen had made her mark. I have come so far to find you, that’s exactly what the song says. My heart is in your hands and I can’t get you out of my head.

Love me like you do my friend, and drive this Joker Wild. You have a million ways to do it, but all you really have to…

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🃏 Find Me 🃏

Where philosophy meets poetry and creates something divine. Follow JokersWild ❤️❤️❤️

BRAIN FREEZE

I‘m lost in a cold and cruel world, among violence, sorrow and neglect. Surrounded by high priced drug dealers on the streets, anorexic models, pimps and rejects. The crooks are still robbing people, but the good seem to be doing it more. The police are looked at as enemies, and the rich are complaining more than the poor.

Teenagers are out having babies, while kids are on the streets selling drugs. Twenty-five percent want to be doctors and lawyers, the other seventy five percent grow up to be thugs. Couples are cheating on each other, because affairs are a part of life. Men are getting married to avoid being alone, and women strive to become trophy wives.

That’s why gratitude is so laughable, saying thank you is more of a hoax. “You’re welcome” is more of a reflex, and ” I love you” has become a complete joke. I’m…

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Mystic

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In mellow of eventide
Night scatters aural
I meander in moonlight's breath
Time is undefined in the night
A delirious escape
From day's restless spree.

Moonbeams fragile rays
Wrap my hair in silken gauze
Jewelled stars begin to gleam
Soaking my breath in amber scents
Clouds cradle darkness
As shadows bend and dim
Unraveling Wyrd
Under a mildewed marquee
Where reveries bequeath 
Velvet hope.

An emblazoned wind
Spins aural
Runes quiver..

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Sunshine Blogger Award

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The Sunshine Blogger is an award given to bloggers by bloggers for bringing creativity, positivity and sunshine into the lives of readers.

I am very thankful to Yuu Lye – A Qoder Blog for nominating me for The Sunshine Blogger Award. Yuu is a really positive, warm, and authentic person out here in WP land, and his blog has lots of insightful ways to improve your blog from a coding perspective! He also has been a really amazing voice of encouragement to me as I struggle with my usual self doubt, criticism, and whatnot. I’m grateful for our connection here on WP, and this nomination came at a time when I was once again wondering why I even blog. Thank you so much Yuu!

Questions & Answers

Yuu’s Questions

  1. What can I call you? (real/internet name)
    1. Call me Daina (it is said like Dana, the i confuses everyone and I get called Diana hahahaha)
  2. What does it mean?
    1. It generally means an extra letter that confuses everyone, much like my personality. Just kidding. I think it means something about Charity…I forget now! I remember looking up Dana once and it said “From Denmark” which has absolutely nothing to do with me.
  3. What is your site name?
    1. Our Beautiful Lies
  4. What does it mean?
    1. To me, my site is about the lies I tell myself and everyone around me. Lies have a bad connotation, yet the truth is we all don’t entirely know our own truth. A Beautiful Lie is another way of describing a metaphor. I believe metaphors are keys to understanding the truth we do not understand. Lies lead to truth, I suppose 🙂
  5. What is your blog description?
    1. I don’t really have a description, but I do see myself growing my site into a community of women writers who are all working to break down the lies they tell themselves and each other. I am tired of shame and guilt keeping us in silence, and I have no probably babbling about myself, and I’d like to encourage as many people as possible to do the same. There is so much beauty within each of us, and it is time we stop lying to ourselves about it!
  6. How important is it for you a blog description?
    1. Right now, I am just writing to get my voice back. I need to get a better Marketing strategy and everything together, but right now, consistency and discipline are my main focus 🙂
  7. When did you start blogging?
    1. I started blogging on July 18, 2016. I was so tired of being miserable and thinking about my dream of becoming a writer, so one day I started writing. Woo!
  8. What kind of content do you like to read from a blog? (Music, humor, religion, tech, tips, or something like that with explanation)
    1. Everything. I am a voracious reader. I have no rhyme or reason to what I read, I just love to read anything that is insightful or inspiring or funny or some way interesting!
  9. What does like mean to you?
    1. It means someone took the time to push a button to indicate positive feedback and I appreciate it deeply.
  10. What does comment mean to you?
    1. It means someone took the time to share their thoughts on my writing, and I appreciate it deeply
  11. Create a question on your own and answer it!
    1. Where do you see yourself in 1-5 years?
      1. Writing and giving seminars. Fully believing in myself and my abilities and creating a life around healing, yoga, writing, and being what I am meant to become 🙂

Thank you again to Yuu, and my nominees for the inspiration, support, and love. So happy to be part of the WP family, and so humbled to be selected for an award. Hope this brings some Sunshine to you all 😀  Happy Friday, y’all.

Nothing’s Permanent

I wish I could like this 1000 times…Beautiful beyond words!

BRAIN FREEZE

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do. I’ll be right there for you. Tell me what to say no matter if it’s true, I’ll say it all for you.When you make a wish and blow out the candles, why do you do it that way? Shouldn’t you blow the candles out and then make one, so you’re not blowing your wish away? Ever wish you could get a glimpse, because you feel your life stinks? Jumping into a relationship, without using your ability to think. Maybe you’re not in a relationship, and you think you’re as happy as can be. When all along you need that someone, to make your life complete.People wish upon a falling star, but I never understood why. Wouldn’t you rather make a wish on a star, that could actually stay up in the sky? Married couples want to…

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​About the author

My dearest friend – he shines like a beacon on dark nights, and calls like a songbird guiding through foggy days. His words are as radiant as the moon, and illuminating as the sun.

The tinkerings of a polymath

THE LANGUAGE OF TRUTH IS UNARDONED AND ALWAYS SIMPLE
In writing this blog, I feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it to save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may be dashed to destruction and death before the rapids are cleared. But my duty is clear to me, and it shall not be said that I cared more for my personal safety than I did for the life of that beautiful, innocent child. I shall take the child over those terrible rapids, and even though I am battered to pieces when we reach the calm waters below, she must still be the same lovely little girl she always was . . . for in her resides the whole future human race.

Now I find myself…

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​Power of love

Sublime verse.

My paltry commentary: To have this love for oneself will lead you to great depths of truth. To seek this love externally is to hold empty hands in longing. There is no other way to be love. There are no actual words for love. It is a verb, not a noun

The tinkerings of a polymath

A real nobility of passion lends wings and that is why the best test for gauging the sublimity of a love would be to note how decisively it develops in the direction of a greater freedom of spirit. The more spiritual the affection, the less it sucks up into itself and the stronger its impulse towards action.
With a fullness no man has conceived you realized, through your reincarnation, love’s threefold dream: to be so enveloped in the object of love as to be absorbed in it endlessly to intensify its presence and, without ever knowing surfeit, to be lost in it.

To adore . . . that means to lose oneself in the unfathomable, to plunge into the inexhaustible, to find peace in the incorruptible, to be absorbed in defined immensity, to offer oneself to the fire and the transparency, to annihilate oneself in proportion as one becomes more…

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