This is just a flow of words from my fingers. I just jot down the words that come to my mind.
This might have many grammatical, punctuation and other errors, please help me correct those if you find any.
You may not be a birth mother, but you are a spiritual mother of those you came along and needed you. Street children, animals ... it is your loving kindness that they will remember you by. You are a bright light in their hours of darkness. Never doubt that you are loved as a motherly figure to many children who've crossed your path.
Handwriting or cursive can be very pretty, but these days about all my boys can do is chicken scratch. At least it looks like cursive. I think there's something to be said to hand write a letter. It makes it special.
Handwriting has become difficult for me with my arthritic hands. I've always worked with my hands over the years, knitting, sewing, embroidery, crocheting, prep work for cooking, painting, papering... well you get the idea. There comes a point in life where all that hand use catches up and causes painful joints in hands. I think handwriting is beautiful. I miss doing it without it looking like chicken scrawl!
That is so sweet of you 💕 I, too, love the magic of hand writing. There is something so soothing about the tactile feel of ink on paper as I form the words.
I have mail issues as well, so I don't accept anything physical from WdC at this time. I do love the idea of swapping images, and have illustrated my blog a few times this month with my own handwriting.
Would you like to write me out your favorite verse from the Quran? Or anything at all that's beautiful and poetic. I can trade you a verse I've written from a song or the Bible
Those are some good wishes. I wish more people thought about changes negatives into positives. The power of a smile and the warmth of laughter say a lot.
It’s monsoon over here in Bangladesh, and it’s raining hard. I love the downpours, or the pitter-patter of the rain on my window. Unfortunately, the only thing the window overlooks is my neighbor’s wall, so I can’t take a good look at the sky.
Also, if I go into the balcony, it’s always an unwanted stare or two, that kinda makes me uncomfortable.
Today again, I was feeling a lot of pain all over my body, so I was thinking of harming myself. However, I figured that if I harm myself in any way, the simple pleasures of life cannot be enjoyed anymore. So, I wanted to look at the simple pleasures of life today:
The little cups of milk tea or cocoa that I enjoy every morning.
The tiny Ixora, Periwinkle, Rose, Chili, Lemon, Basil…. Plants who wait for me every morning to water them.
I won’t be able to feed a cookie to the local red stray dog, who loves me so much. She gives birth to puppies quite often, I love watching them play.
If I hurt myself, I won’t be able to lift the spirits of many students who come to me crying. I won’t be able to hug anyone, something I really enjoy doing.
I won’t be able to write at the local English teen magazine I work for (www.youthwavebd.com), or over here, my pen is my power Alhamdulillah!
Can you think about any other simple pleasures of life?
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