My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Pinterest, Quotes, Relationship, Religion/Morality, Writing

Notable Quotes February Part Two #quotes #pinterest


Hi everyone! I hope you had a pleasant Valentine’s Day, no matter if you celebrated and went out with date or stayed home together or did nothing. It’s nice just to recognize the people you love in life any way you choose to do it! I could’ve done Valentine’s quotes but instead I chose to focus on hope and some other quotes here and there, so enjoy 🙂 
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Fairy Tale Themed, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nature, Tale Weavers Fiction/Poetry, Writing, Writing Challenges

Tale Weavers Fairy Tale: Fiction – Change of Heart #taleweaver #fiction #mythology #greek #roman  


Welcome to the monthly Fairy Tale writing prompt hosted by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. This month’s prompt is to write a fairytale about the following picture: 

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Daphne was tired of being stuck as a laurel tree. Thousands of years ago, she had begged her father, the river god Peneus, to save her from Apollo’s lust; he turned her into a special tree. 

Long ago she had sworn to be a virgin forever. She had begged her father to allow her to remain a free nymph. To not have to marry and birth him grandchildren. He was a kind god and had allowed his beloved daughter to remain pure. 

Daphne had always loved the woods and found serenity within the forrest. But after many years being stuck in it, the woods had become a cage to her. The laurel tree she was locked in was a prison and Daphne quietly loathed Eros who had sent Apollo after her in love, when Apollo had mocked Eros.

Eros had hit Apollo with an arrow of gold so he fell in love with Daphne. Like wise, Eros hit Daphne with an arrow of lead, so she would despise Apollo and be repelled by him. Nevertheless, Apollo visited Daphne to this day, swearing his love towards her millanias later. Her hate for Apollo had mellowed over time, although, she wouldn’t admit this to Apollo yet. 

He came often to admire her beauty even as a tree. He used some of her thinner branches and leaves to weave himself a crown of laurels, to remind himself of his love for Daphne; that this love still grew within him daily. He would replace a worn out and dried crown with a fresh one each time he visited. 

Though Apollo had many duties, he seemed to be appearing more often to see Daphne this last half-millennia. She drew her womanly figure out of her laurel tree to see him whenever he came. She had become more excited to see him over the last few hundred-years. Daphne looked forward to talking with him each visit. 

A friendship had developed and the sworn virgin Daphne was feeling things she had never felt before. Had Eros changed his mind and hit her with a golden arrow after all this time? Or had it been so long, his arrow of led had faded and no longer effected her. If so why did Apollo’s arrow of gold not fade? Why did he still love her? 

She had wondered this out loud today and Apollo laughed at her thoughts. His attractive face was timeless and beautiful. 

“It’s love Daph. It doesn’t fade if it’s real. If it’s true love it’s always there. At times I’ve been frustrated with you, about our situation and you being stuck in a laurel tree. It frustrates me you wanting to remain chaste. But even when I find I’m angry at you, the next time I see you we talk and my anger disappears. It doesn’t matter if you’re stuck in a tree, I love you anyways.”

Daphne smiled through the tree.”Look at you declaring your love to me through thousands of years unchanging. Though you yourself haven’t been chaste at all. It surprises me with all you have to do, that you come and see me without fail, these days often.” 

“Well, I think you’re returning my feelings finally; you’ve mellowed and I see you blush when I visit.” 

“Trees don’t blush Apollo.”

“Ah Daphne, you do indeed blush. I always take good care of you, so I know you well. I’ve played you many songs on my lute and I ensure the sunlight hits you just right. I keep the plague and disease from you, though it effect the humans and other parts of nature. I heal you if such disease affects you. But what I can’t do is change your form and release you from the laurel tree, if you still detest me.” Apollo sad this last line sadly. 

“You’ve tried?” Daphne asked. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to, even a few hundred-years-ago. But I grow weary of this form and it’s obstacles. I grow weary of a forrest I cannot move around and maintain. I wish to be a nymph again.” 

“Yes, dearest I know. I want that too.” 

“Would you force me?” Daphne asked Apollo. “Take me into your bed right away, no gentleness? Would you impregnate me right away?” 

Apollo shook his head. “Daph, after all these millenias you know me better than that. I’m not the lust-filled boy-god who would’ve had you without a second thought. I’ve spent thousands of years trying to get you to like me, to see beyond my faults, such as my lust. It’s not merely lust I feel for you. I love you, the real you. The nymph I’ve gotten to know so well. That’s why I have your crown upon my head. Why I play you beautiful music and take special care of you. I’d take special care with you in my bed as well,” Apollo added with a sly grin. 

“I know, but I’m afraid, Apollo. I’ve been a laurel tree so long. And before that I wanted to be on my own, no man or god to tie me down. You’ve grown on me, inch by inch, each passing year. The lead arrow in me is gone. I’m not immune to you anymore. I feel strongly for you, something I’ve never felt before. I think it’s love, is it? You would know you’re the god of truth?” 

Apollo trailed his hand down Daphne’s body in the tree.”You feel it, I know. Yes, I do see the truth, in your eyes, in your relaxed form. At last you love me too. You never even came out of the tree in your female form for many years. Perhaps now I can you heal you?” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, I think so. Our love is powerful beyond the mistakes of the past.” Apollo held his hand to Daphne’s cheek and she felt a warmth surge throughout her entire body, tree and nymph.

“Apollo, I feel your powers. My tree limbs, my leaves, they’re melting away.” 

He said nothing, to busy concentrating on healing Daphne. She closed her eyes enjoying his hand on her cheek and the warmth suffusing her body. Daphne fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke again she was a nymph. 

She looked at her hands, her face in the river. Her beauty had returned and her father would be proud, for he would have grandchildren soon. She looked around her for Apollo and found the god fast asleep. Healing her into her natural form had drained him greatly of his powers. She snuggled against him laying down beneath his arm, and they both slept. 

When they awoke, three-hundred-years had passed. Apollo had had to regenerate his powers so he sealed himself and Daphne together, hidden from human and god eyes alike, so he could sleep and be with Daphne in the future. 

He felt her shaking him awake. “Apollo, get up. You need to wake up, we’ve slept many centuries. You’re needed to do use your skills and gifts.” 

Apollo lazily opened his eyes and grasped Daphne pulling her down for a deep kiss. It was the first between them and one of only many. They were a devoted couple from then on in, for as long as gods and humans existed. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Fiction, My Thoughts, Nonet - 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 syllables, Nonfiction, OctPoWriMo, Poetry, Relationship, Writing, Writing Challenges

#OctPoWriMo – Day 16 – Cascading Nonets – “Authenticity” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 16 Prompt: In-depth

Have you ever researched a subject to the point that you were practically a master in it and it was only a hobby?Have you ever done anything deeply? Fallen in love, gone into business, tried something with such relentless determination that you barely came up for air?Write for ten minutes about any of the above, discover how deeply, or not, you have dived into what stirs your passion.”

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If I look underneath to find truth, 

What’s hidden beneath and can’t be —

Found — only in the right light, 

What’s real is revealed. 

The truth of you; and I’ve —

Searched everywhere, 

Shocked that you’re

Not fake; 

Real. 

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I, 

Find that, 

You’re not such —

A pain, you’re you, 

You’re genuine and —

Loyal, you don’t betray, 

You’re decent, kind; you’re so rare

Truth in a heap of lies, that we call —

(At times) life, but never really see —

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Authenticity is real it’s not —

A mere dream, trustworthy people, 

Exist in this world and they, 

Try to make you feel better. 

They try to do what’s right, 

They bring out your —

Best and you, 

Bring out, 

Theirs. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

Fiction, Lune - 5,3,5 or 5 words, 3 words, 5 words, My Thoughts, Poetry, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Word High July, Writing

Poem: Lune – “The Stalker.” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #kundiman



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You never let me go, 

Always following me.

My life spent hiding away.

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You’d like it if I wrote, 

Our love song, 

But it doesn’t even exist.

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Delusions are your way handling, 

A fantasy ideal;

Get away from me please.

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So tired of you following,

Me around at —

Work and school; you stalker.

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I’ve told you more than, 

Once or twice, 

There is no us; okay?

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I’ve never loved you ever, 

Never lead you, 

To believe I liked you.

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You’re thick in the skull, 

And smothering me; 

Let me live life free.

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Begin your story somewhere away, 

Leave me alone;

They’re other girls out there.

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I’ve a boyfriend and brother, 

Who will make, 

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This girl be; you’re causing, 

Me such fear;

Afraid to be left alone.

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Keep your hands to yourself, 

You always try, 

Getting me alone, hurting me.

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The restraining order, respect it.

I’ll press charges, 

Obsessive, unpredictable, stalker please go.

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Leave me alone; I can’t —

Sleep at night,

Knowing you’re below my window.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Three Line Tales, Writing

3Line Tales: Quiet, Imagination, and the Spaces Inbetween Silence.


  Thanks to Sonya from 100 Words or Less for hosting Three Line Tales.

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Moritz Schmidt
 

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 1. Some people abhor quiet and others they adore it, I would say I’m often in the latter group but not all the time; we all have this need to be sociable creatures to some extent, whether it’s to meet new clients and network; gab with our girlfriends or see the boys for a game; or simply sit in a coffee shop and absorb the hum of conversation occurring around us.

2. I have this love for quiet (or silence you might call it) because they’re special ideas and transfigurations of your imagination hiding within it; some people can feed their creativity in the loud and garish noises of a crowd of people yelling and hollering to a person near to them; but the best place for some of us to elaborate on ideas and call fourth the muses of our imagination is in the silence where we write brilliant stories, paint paintings, and daydream of our future creations.

3. Sometimes it’s not the quiet or silence which is meaningful, but the spaces inbetween the quiet, because in those hidden molecules lives a powerful and significant understanding between two people; it is love in it’s magnificence which exists within the silences of husbands and wives, partners, girlfriends and boyfriends, children and their parents, grandparents and grandchildren, friends, and people and their pets; this space within silence is a secret place two people who love each other exceptionally, coexist together without uttering a single word, while both comprehending each other deeply even within each other’s souls.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Event, My Thoughts, Quotes, Writing

New Year – Be Present. 


 

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 New Years like Christmas, maybe gone sooner then you think. After nursing hangovers from late nights, booze, or both, the future will become clear on January 2, 2016. 

We will all arise from our holiday slumber and the chocolate binging — eating the whole box; the wine and egg nog guzzling (not at the same time); the superfluous shopping; the endless company; the traditions that we practice once a year; the singing of carols and playing of Christmas music; the dressing up in party wear; playing with our new pieces of technology like they won’t be replaced by a newer version soon; and we will pack away Christmas and New Years celebrations for another year. 

The Christmas tree will have no ornaments and be put away until next November; the spice and pine candles and trinkets will go away in a box; special dishes and table clothes will go into storage; and the wreaths on our doors won’t welcome anyone anymore. The house will seem bare inside and outside you’ll probably take down your Christmad lights — or turn them off at least. What could be so good about the empty feeling in the house when reality sets in. What’s so important about a New Year anyway? 

I’ll tell you,  it’s a chance for change, a new beginning. I’m not going to tell you to make a New Year’s resolution you can’t possibly keep. I have read that the reason people fail so much at their resolutions is due to their high standards. People aren’t setting achievable goals or do not realize that making changes takes time. It is best to break your goals down into little steps. These steps will make your goal more reachable. Keep the end goal in mind, but focus on the little steps along the way. That’s only if your heart is set on a resolution. But something is more important then your resolutions.

I think we all have to stop thinking that when we achieve some lofty goal (say lose 10 lbs) our life will change drastically. We will have all dreams come true! No, reality check. Life is here right now, there is no later without the now. I know it’s yogi talk but I think it is good advice to know: stay present and in the moment through each event of life. People will not remember you for what you said but for what you did. Be present in the lives of your children, your partner, your family, your closest friends and even your suspicious cat or crazy dog. Perhaps, if we are present we will choose where it is wiser to spend are time and with who. 

Perhaps, we will stop wasting time and thinking, ‘Should I?’ And instead go, do it! Go travel, buy that expensive pair of shoes; pay off your debts; choose to not work on Sunday’s; find God in a Church; meet new people; take a course; write until your fingers hurt; publish that book; create your own job; have another kid; retire early.  Live life boldly, with zest. You only live once and then we go “into the night.” 

And don’t be frustrated when the things in life you want don’t come your way right away. Life takes work, everything takes work and time. You want to stick to your small goals, then be present as you make those milestones; even if you are only going out and walking around the block twice for exercise at lunch. Even if you are trying painting for the first time, pick up a brush. Book those flights to Amsterdam.

So, do I have any resolutions of my own I do? They are small goals. To only eat when I’m hungry and never until I am full. To do 10 minutes of Cardio on the bike or elliptical every week day. And to choose to do things with people rather then buy stuff. To be present. 

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Inspiration For Your Thoughts:

1. Forever is composed of nows. – Emily Dickinson

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2.The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience. – Eleanor Roosvelt

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3.  Let everything happen to you,

Beauty and terror.

Just keep going,

No feeling is final.

– Rainer Maira Rilke

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4. You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.

– Henry David Thoreau

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5. Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour. – Walt Whitman

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6. If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now. – Simone Elkeles

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Cheers! 

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