Morning ritual. Warm lemon water, morning pages and a little yoga with Adriene. I tell
EVERYONE about the magic of these three little things and how they have changed my life for the better.
1. 🍋Warm lemon water. I don’t know HOW it works, I just know that is WORKS. It makes me feel amazing, I seem to get sick less often and this little act of self-love sets me up for the day to make healthy(er) choices.🍋
2. 🖊Morning pages!!! Oh god the BEST. From Julia Cameron’s book The Artist’s Way, a book I read about 10 years ago and that CHANGED EVERYTHING, 3 pages of stream-of-consciousness Journalling everyday keeps me sane. 🖊
3. 🧘🏻♀️Yoga with Adriene. I’m a mega-fan and I don’t care who knows it. I always recommend Adriene to my students because I would far rather everyone was practising a little bit of yoga everyday (for free!!) that just going to the odd public class. Adriene is my inspiration for the kind of yoga teacher and business person I want to be. 🧘🏻♀️
✨Daily ritual and habits have to power to transform our lives - when we choose them with care and intention. I’d love to know if you share these rituals or what some of yours are?✨
Has learning something about someone ever changed your impression of them? It’s happened to me several times.
First impressions are rarely ever last impressions. Neither are second or third or fourth impressions. We keep changing our views of people.
We see people through lenses. Sometimes our lenses are rose-coloured, sometimes they’re foggy. But rarely ever are they clear. Rarely ever do we see things exactly as they are - no lens, no judgement. We use our lenses as a crutch - a protective defence mechanism. But are they really saving us? Do they clear our vision or cloud it?
Its a distant goal to give up my crutch and stop making judgements altogether. But what I can do for now is stop every now and then, and clear my lens.
It’s an early start for this Hotpoint HAG51P cooker. But not early enough. There is no time to straighten its pan supports before it stumbles out to join the flow of creatures making the daily journey to the hunting grounds. Oversleeping will cost it the chance to catch a juicy Le Creuset skillet, so it will probably have to make do with leftover egg timers. Scant nourishment for a family of ten.
DIARY OF A NAIJA WIFE (The butterfly) Part 21 “You are an A-hole. A mean douche bag. You just had sex with me. You thought I was asleep right? So you came to your whore. I had always suspected you. You are mad Derek, mad.” She screamed.
Derek ran out of the room, and she pounced on me. She gave me the beating of my life, even though I tried to reciprocate. I was no match for her rage and the element of surprise plus the fact that I was stark naked did not help.
Thinking back, I still marvel at my foolishness. I stayed in the same house with another woman who had a child for my boyfriend and the boyfriend whom I knew nothing about, beyond what he told me.
Hmm. What if they had killed and buried me for whatever reason?
Anyway, that was my cue. I left Ibadan and never looked back.
I told all who cared to listen that I was involved in an accident.
There was no way I could tell them that I got beat up by my precious American boyfriend’s baby mama.
Life went on for me as usual. I dated older men, rich ones mostly, and my bank account grew with time. I took good care of myself though. I am sure a good number of young girls out there can relate. I didn’t have sex with all of them; just a few that met my requirements and standards, I also made sure I avoided unprotected sex as much as possible.
My dream of going to the tertiary institution gradually faded away as I was an industrious girl. While in paid employment, I started my business. I started selling fabrics. I would buy them at cheaper rates from the Lagos Island market and sell to my friends, colleagues, their boyfriends, and everyone around me; and that was how I met Edosa.
There you stood with two weapons held to you as Tony and Steve entered the room. Fear had taken over your body completely, you could still feel blood coming from your side. Your whole body shakes and tears fill your eyes before suddenly Hans speaks again.
Hans: Oh I’m sorry my employer isn’t finished with her. Crossbones wants to make you all squirm a little longer.
Steve instantly tenses, he thought he had died in Lagos. Suddenly peter comes crashing in through a window followed by a man in a mask and heavy black armour and multiple agents. Hans sinks the knife in to your side and tosses you to the far side of the room making you roll, a pain filled scream escapes your lips. The agents rush at the guys cutting them off from you.
T: All available avengers to my location.
Tony shouts through coms as they begin to fight. Within seconds Bucky runs in and Sam flies in through the smashed window holding Nat and Clint. All hell breaks loose as bullets fly and men fall. Peter lays not to far from you semi conscious, he crawls over to you slowly panic in his eyes at seeing the knife in your side.
P: Y/n stay with me. Please just stay with me.
blue triangle butterfly
(Graphium Sarpedon Choredon)
also known as the Wanderer.
The Latin word, graphium, meaning ‘a pointed instrument for writing on wax, a stilus, pen’
when you find wings, burn the nets.
0013 hours ago
Un estratto da "Incontri di viaggio", di Claudia Vazzoler
Ecuador Era mattino presto e il sole iniziava a levarsi al di sopra della cordigliera orientale. Sebbene la maggior parte degli abitanti di Ibarra fosse ancora a letto, la stazione locale era animatissima. Ernesto attendeva assonnato l’apertura della biglietteria mentre suo figlio Andrea, camminava nervosamente avanti e indietro, sferzato dalle gelide raffiche di vento montano. - Papà, certo che hai scelto un insolito modo di festeggiare la pensione. - Andrea, ho voluto farmi e farti un regalo. - Un viaggio in Ecuador, comprensivo di un bel tratto in treno. Noi due sperduti tra la catena andina. - Ti ho solo chiesto di assecondarmi, almeno una volta nella vita. - E io l’ho fatto, ma ora sto morendo dal freddo. Qui i tempi sono molto dilatati, non esistono orari veri e propri e chissà quando partiremo. - Possiamo scaldarci intorno a quel braciere bevendo un caffè. Si riscaldarono in questo modo, respirando l’aro ma della calda bevanda finché lo sportello della biglietteria si aprì. Stavano per salire sul treno che viaggiava da Ibarra, situata a 2210 metri di altitudine, fino al villaggio di San Lorenzo, affacciato sull’oceano Pacifico, nell’estremo nord occidentale del paese. Non sembravano nemmeno padre e figlio, così antitetici dal punto di vista fisico e caratteriale. Ernesto era un uomo sulla soglia della settantina, basso e un po’tozzo, carnagione chiara, come del resto gli occhi. Andrea aveva un fisico atletico e slanciato, plasmato dalle numerose attività sportive che gli furono propinate sin da bambino, occhi neri come la pece e riccioli ribelli e corvini.
On Sunday 3rd February at 3,30pm, The Pound Project is running a workshop at the Wolverhampton Literature Festival. For exclusive tickets for just £6 follow the link in bio.
Held in the city's beautiful art gallery, we'll be covering the power of ideas, and using a range of provocative source material to help participants come up with original and compelling stories.
By the end of the session, everyone will write a narrative of 100 words or less. And we intend to share the best ones with our followers. -
It is suitable for all abilities and ages, and it is a great excuse for a couple of hours in the centre of Wolverhampton, where the arts scene is blossoming!
Hope to see you there and act fast as the tickets will sell out.