Welcome to Monday’s memory lane where I share an old post…
In this post Scatter your thoughts…
I pondered the impact of our thoughts when they transform into words…
As we age, we change how we think, how we feel and how we behave. We drop old habits and seek out new. Enjoy scattering your thoughts…some go unseen and blow away on the breeze but some nourish the ground they fall on.
What thoughts and words have you scattered today? Are they ones you’ll be proud of?
Le grá,
Mindfully Marie xx
Welcome to Monday’s memory lane where I share an old post…
In this post I considered the word “Measure”…
A common noun, a thing, a word with a lot of meanings such as the size or quantity of something. It can also mean a unit of size or quantity, such as the size of our home or the quantity or amount of friends we are blessed with. Measure can also mean extent, the range over which something extends; its area, such as the ground our home covers or the extent to which we can depend on our friends or them on us. Measure can also mean action taken, law or even be applied to poetry as poetical rhythm.
So if one word can have so many meanings and mean so many different things, surely, that’s all the more reason to be measured in the words we use and the things we say.
How often do we stop and measure what we are about to say before we rush headlong into saying it without thought of the consequences.
Has life always been measured or depending on your social standing, not measured at all? Are we either highly valued or of no value?
Do we measure ourselves only by comparing ourselves to others? I envy your attitude, your ability to remain positive in the face of adversity. What a measured put-down and denial of our own measure.
Just check out social media if you are unsure of how you measure yourself. To what extent is our success, popularity and acceptance measured by the number of likes, shares, followers and retweets achieved?
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What does ‘Measure’ mean to you?
Le grá,
Mindfully Marie xx
For you,
Just you…
I’d beg a carpenter
To craft
Something,
as authentic as you.
For you,
In bare feet
I’d walk many a mile
And back
With a smile.
For you I’d implore
Jupiter,
chief Roman god,
the god of light,
of the sky and weather,
To bridge
the distance
between us,
So I
can give you
all the love,
I have to give!
Just so, you know,
That you are loved!
Le grà,
Mindfully Marie xx
Paula’s Three Things Challenge.
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Welcome to Monday’s memory lane where I share an old post…
In this post I tried to describe anxiety through the five senses… ABSTRACT ANXIETY
If you could see, hear, taste, smell and touch anxiety how would you describe it?
Le grá,
Mindfully Marie xx
It’s Paddy’s Day… it’s a special day…take time to paws and enjoy!
Much love & warm Irish wishes,
Marie xx
