tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57042220750599931832024-03-21T18:19:37.754-07:00Green MileGreen Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-17433220817168211012013-08-26T15:40:00.000-07:002013-12-28T07:07:14.552-08:00What is our true hunger ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">Everyone has an absolute energy. This
energy is translated through passions we have, the gifts that we enjoy.
Naturally human being is so talented and
born creative . Creativity gets obvious and so clear when we are children, because a child is naturally intuitive and better listener
to his depths and eager to reach what the heart really wants . Once we grown up, many of
us stop wondering how and what we used to be.. However some succeed to keep
the connection with their motherhood. Motherhood is my word that refers to
the natural voice of our childhood. In other word, they are considered
successful than others, those who could save their intuitions and their skills to listen to
themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">I have noticed that the more intuitive the person is, the more
artistic tendencies he has and vise versa . So we conclude from here that
there is a strong connection between intuition and the artistic spirit... </span><span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-size: 18pt;">A child </span><span dir="LTR"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span dir="LTR"></span> tends to
believe in magic, so naturally they are connected with the magical power of the
universe, when you believe in something ; you can attract the power and you can
put it into practice . In fact, when this exists, you are more able than another
to listen to your inner voice and listen to your heart. May be we think that we
do follow our hearts and listen to what they say. Yet, we still have a lot of
commitments and work to do, to reach our true depths . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">Among the noise of our contemporary
society, those who do this, are already so few. That‘s why may be many people
have used meditation as a tool to help them to balance their needs peacefully
and to listen to what their depths really want . </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">The contemporary problems
and modernity have always played as an obstacle for the modern humans to really
follow their dreams.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;"> A dream is a habit you teach yourself that you will achieve it one day, and you try to bring it into action through the power of
meditation, visualizing and attraction.. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">Talents are our voices which we have succeeded to keep them alive along many years. </span><span style="font-size: 18pt;">People are born talented and
children can bring up these talents easily. We remain gifted but sadly many of us have lost their connection with their childlike nature . Often artists are the ones
who keep the child alive in them . The more they keep him , the more intuitive,
imaginative and creative they become . This explains why Picasso spent many
years to learn a child’s skills; not only to express better his vision in art
that he wants to share but he wanted to keep intuitive and connective with his first spontaneous nature. </span><span style="font-size: 18pt;">The more you are in
harmony with your inner true nature, the more you are closer to every natural thing in your life, which explains also why some
are more sensitive than others and says a lot about our sensitivity to our surroundings, as well.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">As a result, artists are those who kept the child to express their
gifts and allow him to play the role of a magician to bring out what the modern
citizen has failed to </span><span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-size: 18pt;">do</span><span dir="LTR"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span dir="LTR"></span>.. </span><span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-size: 18pt;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">From my personal experience, nothing could
satisfy me and help my whole being better than art . Painting was always my
savor and my passion , it knows how to serve me so well . </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">When I was child, I always had a deep
connection to the universe and to my
surroundings , I always felt that my sensitivity to everything plays an important role to build up the
artist that I am today . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">I was always drawing and I knew
nothing better than this. I could do it well and It was the biggest
source of joy and relief. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">Art since my childhood helped me to
increase my sensitivity and my intuition. Later on, I knew that I was born to
be an artist. Although the difficulties and obstacles I met which caused to break up
with painting for so long time and although the words of my sister when she told me that art may be
is not the dream I have to achieve in my life, I always felt that it is art what
really makes me happy and it is the best thing I know I can do it properly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">In fact , I can not deny that for a while and due to
what I faced, I believed that I should rethink of what I really want and<span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span> </span> what I have to follow
in my life, especially later, when I finished my school and I moved to
university, I found myself choosing another field of study according to the
will of my parents . But inside, I was still struggling and there was no
passing moment I did not feel that art
is really what satisfies my thirsty soul. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">I never stopped trying, in every
art club I heard of, I go and see how I can get closer to my only main target
which is : paint and use colors properly . My dream did not have a true shape
till years later, when suddenly I joined a club of painting that offers private
lessons, I was asked by my previous teacher of art to move on and just start
painting . Although I was short of money
, I only knew that I have to start then,
whether then or may be never . In fact I
did not study there for so long time , besides the teacher was not giving us
what we need in terms of learning the basic art
techniques in painting, drawing and so on … But honestly this was what
pushed me to hold on and to recognize
that I was always right; I am born to be
an artist . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">For me a true artist is someone who
could follow widely and spontaneously their hunger to paint , to play music or to write .
Since feelings are so sincere and so strong . Artists always can express better
than others how they feel . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Personally
speaking, I only feel the need to paint, so I paint, as if there is an inner
call that says inside me “paint”, I just start painting and I surrender to the flow of my feelings that bring up all
my energies whether they are positive so they make me happy, or negative , so
they get healed and replaced by positive
energy instead . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">For many times
when I could not paint due to a commitment to my study or to my work , I feel
deeply annoyed . I call those negative vibes “ black energies” which hunt me and refuse to leave . As a drug adducted,
I know that painting is a must , so I feel completely relieved and delighted . May be it is my
way of meditation, but as the act of having sex ,
you can release your energies by reaching the ecstasy , I really feel the same when I paint . Does it make
it a vital need for me? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">For sure, it is and I taught myself
to raise this habit and to increase this power of love to painting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">When I don’t paint, I really feel
nervous, stressed and different to my nature.
Naturally I am a joyful and positive person, when I step away from this need , I feel that there is something missing in my life and I am not the person I used to be .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">As a result, I have become addicted
to this habit of art, so when I cannot make it, It
turns to be negative power inside me. It is funny that sometimes my sister asks
me to go painting when she finds me strange and not the person she knows. So
she asks me to practice art as if I
should go to have sex, hence in this way
I feel good and really relieved . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">Art
has shaped better my sensitivity
to people and things that surround me. Thus, I can say with full trust that art
is what keeps the balance inside me and the connection between this world where
I must survive and my mystical depths that call for magic and the imaginary
forgotten world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;"> In order to raise up the intuition and keep
the child safe and always alive in me, art is what has helped me to achieve
this mission along this years and to survive this material and complicated world..
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt;">That’s why I do advise people
always – especially those whom I can see that they suffer an inner problems
with themselves and fail to reach the needed balance - to practice any kind of art they can fit into
it ,which can help to bring up the best
in them, may be the best they think that they have forgotten about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-14620053752510582862013-06-08T17:14:00.002-07:002013-06-08T17:14:50.912-07:00My train <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My train please come<br />
always free, come soon to pick me up<br />
can't stay stuck for so long..<br />
Iam like the train<br />
run fast and can't see !<br />
catch passengers but can 't wait<br />
for those who are behind me<br />
my dreams are like the ocean<br />
Wild and free ... </div>
Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-70117761449454568312013-06-08T16:55:00.002-07:002013-06-10T17:35:10.200-07:00Catch the right station ! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is not us who set the end, nor " us " who bring the begining . Every end is the begining of another life. Every start is a new face of an old dead leaf . A new song to those who have missed to listen to their first love song . Stations of train always come and for sure you can catch the right one . It is not important the stations you did not succeed in catching however it is important to believe that the better one is yet to come.<br />
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Relationships have been always a matter of big worry for us, and we have been always discussing what is worthy for us, what makes us and drives us to happiness . Unfortunately it has been always experienced that always the risky roads can lead to our source of happiness, that because Joy does not remain in its easiness but rather in its difficulty to get it . Joy and sadness, or better sweet moments are joining together and walking side by side. Those who believe in ever after happiness , they must know that this has no existence and that only bitterness what let us taste the joy . Life is about these moments, of reading a book you love, listening to song you prefer, walking hand in hand with your beloved or share a bithday party with your friends. Success, relationships and family are all our sources of continuous sadness and joy. But we should never forget that success has always related to hardships . Let s remember Ghandi, Mandella , Martin Lutherking, and many of them who suffered for years and they have always believed in the beauty of the universe, their hearts and their dreams . No one says that the road is smooth or beautiful . I do really find that safety and security bring us to a closed roads and can not lead us to go further . It could be helpful for a while but it is not the best solution if we really want to bring up who we really are ...<br />
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-42348657664499300382013-06-03T07:00:00.001-07:002013-06-03T07:12:43.836-07:00 Women and limited oceans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">In
Tunisia , the role of women have been mostly subjected to the management of the
administrative roles, although what is said about the freedom of the Tunisian women, women’s freedom keep
incomplete and related to man’s authority and approval . It s been said that women in Tunisia succeeded to
invade most of life’s fields but for me , I found them still
so away from being completely independent and determined . Time goes by, woman‘s rights get threatened
and get shrunk with the menace of the religious party which is looking for
implying the Shariaa. By now, what becomes
more serious is that the women’s situation is taking a dangerous tendency
towards the indifference and the negligence of their mere rights.</span></span></h3>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Historically
speaking, it has been known that Bourgiba, who granted a wide range of rights
to women, has been criticized overall the Arabic world, and this later led to a
big discuss and serious conflicts concerning this topic. By creating the Civil
Code Statute in 1956, which is a number of Tunisian laws, and which was aiming
at the institution of equality between women and men. Bourgiba offered the
women a unique place in the Tunisian society, notably abolishing polygamy,
creating a judicial procedure for divorce and requiring marriage to be
performed only in the event of the mutual consent of both parties.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"> Later on, Ben Ali reinforced this place and
her legal protection among a society which is still considered deeply patriarchal
and women’s rights are still implicitly discussed in the light of a social,
economic and civil progress. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Ben Ali did not
make this as a belief from him about the importance of women’s progress, but
it was as an attempt to convince the world about his progress in managing his
state and its development. He always wanted to be the pioneer in women’s rights. Thought it was forced to push women to
uncover and be stylish, Ben Ali‘s strategy was aiming to make the Tunisian
woman another copy of the European model. When the revolution happened,
liberties have been granted and allowed for everyone, However, then it gets
clear that Ben Ali was only fulfilling
the outside without paying attention to the content, because a wide range of
women did not only get back to
Hijab but also they have adopted Niqab as a way to identify themselves . <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Honestly I am against “ hijab” but not against the liberties of
women to chose it, I
have always felt that it is unnecessary and cannot fulfill Islam’s
soul nor what it comes for . <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Does Islam come
to push women to cover themselves, if so why God would create them? Isn’t women a beautiful creature, doesn’t god
say in his Holly Quran, “, you should be grateful and show the blessings that
God has gifted you”. So isn’t the women’s body interesting? I doubt that women
discuss this issue and even question themselves about their true essence of
their being; most of them think that it is religious, but is it really religion
what defines the women and determine their purposes in life? Many
questions have invaded my mind since the collapse of women’s freedom and rights
have started in Tunisia? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">It shocked
me the number of women who got covered and who got drawn to the slafist ideology.
In fact, what Bourguiba tried to plant in the Tunisian society has failed with
the first experience of a choice made by the Tunisian woman whether to be an independent
free will, or just a shadow of the salafist Islamite ideology of some
Tunisian men. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">I am not sure
what the future of Tunisian women will be, I am not sure, even if they are
going to fight if their rights get violated. But I still believe in the nature
of some true Berber women who are naturally rebel and already wildly cooked with fiery passion of their love to
this country. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-45545987492790317702012-12-29T15:29:00.001-08:002012-12-29T15:37:23.371-08:00My love ... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My love,<br />
Then what ?<br />
have they seperated me from you ?<br />
No way,<br />
Then what ?<br />
Have they cut off my feeling of you ?<br />
No way ,<br />
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My love,<br />
No wander I found like you in this whole universe, that will satisfy this thirst I feel for you ...<br />
No tears will be enough to weep you, in case I lose you ...<br />
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I know Iam drawn to you every day ...<br />
I know that you are deep with me always ..<br />
you will never leave as I never want you to leave<br />
you are in my heart, choosing to stay ...<br />
But waiting for me encouraging you to bring you up all what you want to say ...<br />
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My love,<br />
You have raised me up, and you still ...<br />
with every dawn.. with every sunshine<br />
You knok on my heart, and say<br />
Open, it is me, coming to raise you up again again ... </div>
Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-62127186289980583942012-12-29T13:51:00.000-08:002012-12-29T13:51:13.313-08:00The night <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;"><b>The night is nothing but a deep trip towards your past memories, If they are beautiful, they will flow and shine as a birght moon in a blue sky,if they are bitter, the night will be able to shut the echo and slow down its impact ...</b></span></h3>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-30797332356863927402012-12-21T15:23:00.004-08:002012-12-21T15:23:44.195-08:00Sabra and the lion <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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time, there was a woman called Sabra, she was married and had lived happily with
her husband. Time went by , Sabra got diveroced, this big and tragic event caused her a lot of pain and
suffering, culturally it is such big
shame and dishonour for women to get
divorced. In a culture managed
and controlled by the masculin society , to
be divorced is considered as an
excution for women ; who get compltely neglected and rejected by the whole society .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> Without
finding anything to do and full of
hopless and disperation , Sabra
left her husband home to the
direction of her family home, crossing the forest, Sabra was really sad and
so depressed. Suddenly and on her way , she met a big enormous lion. Sabra felt
so much fear and she stepped back, but
the lion noticed her deep scare so he started
his talk : ‘’ Do not feel scared, Iam not
going to harm you, but I wonder how a
woman can have the courage to cross the forest, knowing there might be a danger
can threaten her life ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra felt
a bit safe inside and answered him : an animal is safer than a human.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> The lion
liked the words of Sabra but he did not show his sympathy , so he conituned
saying : Don’t you know that I am the king of this forest ? don’t you know that human and aniamls should
respect each otehrs, and their limits. We never come to your world. So why you
are coming to mine ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">- Forgive
me Mr lion, But I am so hurt and hopless, my husband did
divorce me, and it is really such big
disaster, what I shall do now, Iam a weak woman, I am being rejected now from
my society ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-The lion
says astonishing : Oh, why rejected ? in
my society, no on is rejected ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-In my
world, when women get divorced, they ‘d better seek to commit suicide ..it is
so unfair for women in my community,
men can end up the lives of their wives by only one word from them spoken
at moments of anger and bitter, it is the word of divorce .. Do you see
such unjustice, do you beleive that
woman’s distiny is between the hand of a man, can play with it as much as he
wants.. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-The lion
felt sorry and deep compassion for sabra, so as a noble worrior he said to Sabra and his eys sparkling : Do you
stay with me Sabra ? I will be your man, your protector and your worrior .. I
will not let any one cause you any harm, no one ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra was
so amazed and found no words to say, but
she smiled and murmured : yes, I am
happy to hear you saying that, I would love to stay with you serving you and
taking care of you .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Time passes
by and life seems so beautiful and happy with Sabra and the lion . They
both were enjoying their life by showing
so much care and tenderness to eah
others, which led to increase the love
between them, and they can’t leave each others . One day, the lion comes hom
after the work, but he found his wife Sabra crying and weeping , he run to her
,asking : what s wong with you Sabra, are you fine ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Yes, Iam
fine, nothing important !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> -How is nothing important ,and I find my wife
who I love her so much, crying, for sure it is so important for me, I care for
you sweetheart .. what s wrong with you ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Yes,
I am suffering now, Iam happy here, but
I miss my family so much, I did not see them for two years, I can’t resist this
any more ..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The lion
smiled and said : it is fine, don’t cry for this please, tomorrow I will take
you to your family home , but don’t cry !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra felt
happy and turned to her husband saying :
oh really, thank you darling .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In the
morning, Sabra and the lion woke up so early and they start their long trip to
Sabra’s family , after a week of walk and
tiredness, Sabra and the lion arrived to sabra’s parent house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Her family
could not beleive their eyes, seeing their daughter for the first time after
two years, they haven’t heard anything
from her, since a long time . So they
have celebrated her visit for seven days and six nights.. Sabra stayed there
surrounded by her family’s care for seven days .. and in the last day, before the lion comes to
take her home to the forest, she stayed with her mom talking , and she said : I
don’t want to go home, I really miss you but Iam married now, I should follow
my husband . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The mother after a moment of silence , she said to her
daughter : I can’t beleive that he is so perfect in this way to you; are you serious that nothing is wrong with him ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra, kept
silent for a moment then said : well, he is
not perfect of course, but I hate so much his smell when he gets close
to me, especially the smell of his breath .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">At that
moment, the lion was in front of the
door, ready to knock in order to take his wife back to their home in the
forest, he was so happy that because he was so in love with his wife, But he
was deeply shocked to hear his wife
talking about him in this way . He stood
immobile in front of the door then he started
weeping ... he had walked a way few metres , took a
place under a tree’s shadow for taking his breaths and feel the peace again
into his heart .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> After a while, the lion knocked the door and
he asked permission to take his wife back to their home in the forest ... and this
what happened, Sabra walked joyfully with her husband the lion, and she was
sining and enjoying the road, happy
and feeling so cared for , but
the husband kept silent the whole trip, seven days during their trip and the lion was not
talking with Sabra, reaching their distination, Sabra felt so impatient and so surpirsed about the sudden
change of her husband, so she started
saying : what s wrong with you man ? why you are silent the whole trip ? can I know what s up with you ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The lion says after a moment of thinking :
‘’ May I ask you something ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra
answers saying : “ yes, if I can do it, I would love to serve you ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-Yes, you
can do it, I want you to take the ax and hit me on the head ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">-What ? are
you crazy ? no way, I would never do something like that . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> -If you don’t do it, I will allow myself to
eat you and make you my lunch ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra felt so
surpirsed and she could see
the resistance of her husband, his eyes
was sparkling and he seemed so confident about his request , Sabra coud feel for the first time
this deep fear , so she found nothing but to surrender to his will. Sabra took
an ax and she started hitting him on the head, the lion felt down and his blood
was all around .. When sabra saw all of that blood, she rushed to her
husband, crying and asking him why he
did let her do that ... without undrestanding the intention of the lion from
his request. As a good wife, Sabra spent nights and days beside her husband, nursing
and feeding him . After a good while,
the lion started to heal and get cured
from his blessures .. and Sabra was still ignorant why he asked her to do that, so
when she assured that he is fine,
Sabra decided to ask him and to give her an explanation . she said : “ I don’t
undrestand why you aswked me to hit you on the head, I could kill you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The lion answered back without hesitation : “
you are not strong enough to kill a lion, I was sure that you would not, and if
you did, that it was a risk I wanted so much to
take it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB">-<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">yes
, but why ? why was all of that ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">I
wanted to show you that the blessures can get healed even after a long time,
but hurting and breaking someone ‘s heart , nothing will heal it, not even the
time” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra felt so much surprised and she could not
undrestand what the lion wants to say ,asking him what she did do, she had started
to feel the scare : what did I do to you ? how
did I hurt your feelings ? I love you , I would never think to do that
for you . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The lion said, after a moment : I heard your
conversation with your mother, I heard you complaining from my smell and my
breath ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Sabra, felt as she was a frozen piece, she
could not say anthing at the moment, so the lion finished his saying : “ Oh
Sabra, don’t you know that blessures get
healed , but the wounds of the heart, will always remain the same . It will
never get cured even if time goes by
...” Then without any chance given to
her to espcae, the lion jumped to Sabra, and ate her .. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">As a conclusion to blessure some one, they may get healed with time, but the wound of the heart will always remains as long as
the person is alive .. Not because it is hard to forgive or overcome but it is because people
will never forget how you let them feel,wether good or bad ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The End... <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-39089759023845784282012-11-28T14:08:00.000-08:002012-11-28T14:08:09.202-08:00Love is my death and my life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every love has behind it a long story, and in every story , there is so much pain and so much happiness, I looked behind and I realized that It was so worthy and in fact I enjoyed both sides of the game ; the joy of love, that gave me so much energy and add more passion to my soul and the pain which let me be ready for new beginings..So I know that love has many shapes and we should never give up in it, for that love has our lives and in its hands our deaths at the same time, No one can undrestand love properly and in fact,we should not undrestand it, that becasue its beauty remains in its mistery..</span></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-36939227987987555662012-11-03T13:37:00.003-07:002012-11-03T13:37:45.012-07:00A memory Note to my beloved being ... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He was always silent, always alone
... I don't remember him in our wedding 's parties or in our
sepcial occasions that we celebrate a lot ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I never saw him wiht a frwan
on his face, I don't know if some one can believe this, but this is the
truth...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Who is he?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">He is a man I am sure he will
never happen again, he is an angel, may be, but it is so crestal clear that his
kind don't live so much .. why shall he, he is so senstive
and so kind , so god willl not let him suffer and may be he thinks that
he is so worthy to be with humans who are seeking the
materialist side of life ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">When my Uncle left, he was 50
years old . I was told that God gave him many chances to improve
his life, but becasue he was so senstive and so affectionate, he did
give up in the materialist life and stayed with his family, earning his living with what he could work in
that time.So he worked with so little salary . What I remember
about him is a lonly man looking for an isolated places to stay on his own, and meditate, althought Iam sure he had no
undrestanding or awarness about the meaning of meditation , but he was always
in his corner, may be wondering about his exsitence and his purpose in this
great deep life . I
do not remember a lot of things aobut him ! but I do remember some
gestuers he made ; he was always surprising me ! with his kind and pure heart ! he
was always taking care of his animals, looking for the negelcted ones,
bring them home, and give them a lot of care , tenderness and affection, you
can imagine how he was with his fellows. In fact, I was always touched
with so much tenderness he holds in his heart, He knows nothing about
love stuff and the scientific concepts that people of nowadays are using ,
so much ignorance about his surrounding but a lot of
knowledge of his heart and his depths. He has a huge big
love to
this universe and to god that no
one has ever had, no one could
undrestand him, thats why he was prefering
the isolated places and the awayness
. What I shall say about a man , never
lied, you never saw a frown on his face,
I never ever had seen him sad. Not
becasue he was so happy in his life but
because he was so happy with so
much little that he had . I truelly
loved him and I was always saying to him : I wish I marry someone like
you . I never thought for a moment that death will take him
and that he would leave as
quickly as this . I wish the death was patient for a bit so he would be still alive now. I had many things to ask
him ; every time I met him , I was asking him a question , he
was answering me without any histation . but now
I am more elder and gorwn up spritually, morally so I feel that
I am full of questions about
that angelic man , who will never happen
again. If he was still alive , I
would may be undrestand
him and his character, and may be
we would be so much closer friends . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We were calling him ,the iron man ! it was a joke. He was spreading in the air with his special
presence , the joy and the
warmth derived from his tender smiles and his affectionate soul. Love you so much dear Uncle, still now miss
you and long to you , I am sure that
where you are now is much better . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">No wonder that you left here, why
you should be and there is more comfortable and happier to you . To a man who
never dies, always plays like a child,
always smiles,and always undrestands how
to live his life fully even when he has so little . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Forver love and Forver young ...
Uncle Mohsen you are one of the most
wonderful people I have ever seen in my life, you are a man who
never travelled to anywhere,
although you hold in your heart a
special undrestaing to concept of love to yourself and to other, to live from
the depths, even when you are in your most terrible pains . to a man who tought me that to be special is enough to be just you are ... to a man lived every moment as he lived for a long time, to a man
could have every thoughts about beauty and self resepct
to nature, to the beings that surround
him and to God ... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-58002809547459615102012-10-13T08:30:00.003-07:002012-11-28T06:49:51.471-08:00Visions of love ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- Instead of storing out your energy in a broken relationship to be back . You can renew and recharge your power by giving yourself the time needed to heal yourself from the past wounds and attract another one more balanced and suitable to your needs and requirements. </span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- " Every new begining comes from some other new begining's end ." Unknown. </span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I can talk about love, and ask people to give me money to do it, how I can undrestand what the unconditional love is and ask people to pay me to make them undrestand it ... love remains where the hungry mouths open and naked hands ask to be given..not in the material communties nor with the individualist people who will never have any undrestanding to any unconditonal feelings which are far from any accounting .. </span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking the risk always leads to taking the first stairs of success, nothing worthy has ever come easily , no ever change has ever happened quickly , everything takes good time and good will to reach it, only regrets or gratitude what will last at the end; gratitude becasue you did it, or regret becasue you did hesitate so much to make it ..</span></span></span></h2>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-21154082350257105512012-10-13T07:51:00.002-07:002012-10-13T07:55:49.167-07:00Calls...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the middle of a long way,<br />
<br />
I turned back to see where I stand<br />
<br />
Did I walked the half way<br />
<br />
Or still so much waiting to be done,<br />
<br />
I did not recognize the place.<br />
<br />
Or where shall I go to turn on the light<br />
<br />
It was so much darkness and so noise inside.<br />
<br />
I did not know where I should go, outside or inside<br />
<br />
and I was comepletely lost, and ignored the roads ...<br />
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my heart was so silent and so sad...<br />
<br />
The call comes from the trees or the woods,<br />
<br />
I don't know excatly but it was so cristal clear..<br />
<br />
I was made to be so authentic and so true...<br />
<br />
why did I disturb myself and I took the longest road..<br />
<br />
something called me from this dark night ...<br />
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and a hand pulled me from the crowad ..<br />
<br />
he calls : go walk, to your light<br />
<br />
many roads, yes, but the simplest ways are visible to your sight<br />
<br />
cross the paths to your loved ones...<br />
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nothing will last at the end of your days .<br />
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only sweet memories and the touch of your warm heart...<br />
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this what will be matter to keep during the walk along that night ... </div>
Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-70892739469510443002012-09-24T12:56:00.004-07:002012-10-16T09:00:35.373-07:00Art therapy and self love !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Iam 27 years
old, I decided to write and to share my own ideas about art therapy ! well
for sure Iam missing a lot of knowledge about this field which is so wide and so rich ! but as an artist starting
my carreer, holding in my heart a lot of dreams to share and to help people
especially those who are far from any
psychological and emotional support and empowerment ! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We all know
that art and healing are walking
together on the same path, it is even considered stronger than the medcinie cure which is
not permant , whereas healing with art is considered a lasting and continous cure that is able to touch the spiritual guidance and souls of people and
arguably it can help to transform
the dperessed souls and dispaired visionaries into shining and healed ones, reviving the old energies and
the hidden passions and let them shape and take different forms . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Art brings
the self love, satisfaction and the self empowerment, how ? it is a path to
our deep spiritual oceans .
In this world, we all have different
connections and vibrations that can help us to find out who we are and
what we want ! art is one of them ! the necessity of humain being to feel his creativity and his passionate capacity in a given field is so important and great ! art
may come to sharpen this need, so it helps to release the gifted
passion that you have and translate it into an artsitic work ! it is not necessary to be so
talented in any artistic activity
! it is enough that you have the passion and the desire to create and to revive ! The power
of art as a healing power is so intense and reasuring , it is generating the
self-empowerment and the self repsect and love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: #eeeeee; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 13.5pt;">. <b>“<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>We believe that making art frees the
body's healing mechanisms to heal. We believe it unites body, mind, and spirit.
In art and healing, no interpretation or therapy is necessary. The creative
process is the healer. Here, art is transformational in itself.<span class="apple-converted-space">” (</span></b></span><a href="http://www.artashealing.org/"><span lang="EN-GB">http://www.artashealing.org/</span></a><span lang="EN-GB">) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">What it is
meant above that every one of us can be
his / her own self healer becasue he/ she
can transform the negative energy that he / she holds into positive and
vital one . I talk from a personal point
of view becasue I personally experimented a total tranformation in my thoughts,
beliefs and habits since practising painting.
The changes occuring during my self transformation process, have been
great and really unlimited to count , it
is like a prcoess of total rebirth and radical metamorphosis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It is
important to point out that we have all what I call them a burned talents and gifts, yes, many of us are not
really brillant at expressing their
gifts and they feel that they don’t have anything in return to give, but they
do forget to ask themselves what makes
them happy and what makes them feel fullfilled ! Yet, it is not improtant that they should be
practising any art ! what is important is to
join the cycle of any artistic activities. Let your self be
involved in the passion and in the fiery
creativity, any one with hesitant and passive soul will for sure reach up the
phase of rebirth and a calling to give
as much as he/ she can . In art ,it resides an infinite love to translate the
self thoughts and another love to prove
that you are able to create and to add your own touch ! From here the magic
seeds of art have been born. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">At any stage of the practice , the process of self healing
will lead you to undrestand what is
considered enjoyable to you , then it will allow and facilitate what kind
of art you choose to practise and how you take it as a process of healing . According to this,
and with time , the love of practising any artistic activity will overcome the
love to send negative energy and vibrations to the world. The power and the
impact of being involved in any artistic event also, can bring to people self
reliance and self enchanting to the soul. Like attending conferences of poetry ,
art shows, concerts, etc . All of such efforts made by us can replace our
needs to visit a psychologist ! you can be your own healer and psychologist.
The creative process of art healing ‘s force is so deep and touchable !
therapists may succeed to reach you, but for sure no one can help to reach
your depths much better than you !
Becasue the process of expressing by art will let you travel
within the misteries of yourself and discover what entertains you and what leads you to self –release of the
negative energies ! for exmaple in my case, painting and playing with colours
has allowed me to let go of negative feedbacks I have had , recharging my self
with new and strong passion to go ahead ! for sure we can’t cut completely with
the past, but we can heal the past by accepting it peacefully inside us !</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB"> That s why, it is so hard to focus on a specific healing ‘s side of art force because it is infinite and unlimited ! here is my only advice for you, follow your
bliss as Joseph Cambel asks us to do, besides your passions in art and
the light that its healing power brings.</span></div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-39401713931461426112012-09-24T11:42:00.000-07:002012-09-24T12:19:42.551-07:00Love ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We must know that the material target will be reached sooner or later, but love once is gone, we may not find it agian. Yes, love has many shapes. Yes, we should never give up in love. Yes, love is beautiful, but we have to realize that it is even sweeter and more beautiful with certain and special people ...That s why when we meet it at that moment, we should never give up in it ...<br />
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I am in love with love and with its different shapes ... </div>
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Green Milehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628221699851177797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704222075059993183.post-40132084743815219532012-09-23T10:40:00.000-07:002012-09-23T10:44:28.017-07:00Just a reminder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When it is hard to see, because there is so much pain, remember that your pain will not last . And there is a door of happiness will open to you .</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you are impatient from waiting for your dreams to come true, remember that everything has a good time and will come with a good plan.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you feel lonely and no one is there to wipe away your tears, remember that God is seeing you and listening to your prayers in silence.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you feel unsatisfied with anything now , remember that there are thousands of people around the world are missing the feeling of care , warmth and protection.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you feel the fears from unknown, remember that God is waiting to hear your prayers..</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you feel unlucky, remember that you are miracle, and nothing will be impossible for a miracle.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you feel that your problems have no solution, remember that they are only a temporary experiences through them, God is willing only to test you .</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>When you are ungrateful for what your hands hold now, remember that there are many who are dreaming to get what you have .</i></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Think positively about what happened, look at your storm from the bright side .</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Revive the hidden energy and believe that really something wonderful is waiting to happen and whatever happened to you, believe that the best is yet to come .</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Instead of the negative thoughts, try to replace them with funny thoughts and enjoy your time through listening to music, share most of your time with friends, offer a service to some one in need , and try to entertain by surrounding yourself with positive and funny people that bring the joy to you.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Think that nothing will last at the end, your wounds will be healed, so it is only a matter of time .</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Love yourself enough to let go of the old memories that sadden you .</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Imagine the beautiful and the happy things and your dreams . </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Think of yourself in advance that at a given moment , your sorrow will leave you.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Believe that whatever is happeing to you right now, in the end, it will find a solution and really it will be fine.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Pray to God to end your sorrow. Faith has a big impact on our healing process to find the inner peace </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ultimately, believe that it could have never been better than it was . </span></li>
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