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The Alphabet Soup Project: Letter F • In order for these to just barely fit into the month of July, they will be blocked like this every few days. It sort of blows my feed up in a weird way but, oh well. Enjoy. • #thealphabetsoupproject #thesinglesentenceproject #onesentenceaday #journal #writersofinstagtam

Sarah had planned the meal carefully and had tidied and cleaned her apartment until it practically sparkled. It was almost unrecognizable. Even Frank her cat was impressed, or maybe confused.
After witnessing the car theft at the coffee shop she'd discovered the victim was actually her neighbour, Jackson Wilkes.
Without thinking she'd blurted out an invitation to dinner, and he'd accepted.
She picked up Frank for a hug. That didn't impress him much as he jumped onto the couch.
"I hope he likes pasta, Frank."

"We were placed in the eye of the Atlantic, the forever center of the horizon, and no amount of contradicting science can deny + drown the poetic sensation of sailing in the middle of all beginnings as we know it. We grew deeper without ever having to grow up - reveling in the severe simplicity of the sea. I recall hoping I'd never have to remember home, hoping I'd never have to leave the china blue compass of directions that eluded me. The land that had loved me well gave me the roots necessary to bloom but failed to provide me the blue that was required for me to grow. I lacked the language and existential dexterity to write love letters worthy enough of throwing into the ocean I always knew as my own. But somehow I knew through years of celestial affairs + in and out of childhood, I'd end up with the Wild Things, where I knew they'd waited for me." olu. from Somewhere in the Atlantic.

I'm writing a novel about a queen fighting to get her kingdom back from a dangerous and power-hungry tyrant, but I'm at a loss from where to gather inspiration 🤔

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Sometimes I don't know what to say, how to behave, respond or act.
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Sometimes, I find it easier to condemn rather than show love, to avoid rather than speak truth, to judge hearts before first looking at my own.
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Sometimes my flesh and emotions wildly yell their opinions, demanding their own way, and it's hard to even listen for a whisper of truth.
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And sometimes, my own inadequacies cause me to lose hope, concluding that "it can all never be mended", as my eyes lose sight of Hope Himself.
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But when I finally sit and look to Jesus, observing how He spoke, behaved, loved and lived - I find an example to follow, though still imperfectly yet undoubtedly.
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When I look to Jesus, it's easier to show love, speak truth, bestow grace - as I remember my own daily sin and once again confess my need for a Savior.
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When I look to Jesus, my flesh disappears and emotions subside as truth floods in, restoring both my heart and perspective.
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And when I look to Jesus, my inadequacies become the reason for my Hope and dependency upon Him, the One Who mends our brokenness - no matter how busted up we may look or be.
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"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73
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My friend, if your heart is struggling today with fear or heartache, brokenness or hopeless - look with me to Jesus and find strength to continue on... #lookingtojesus

Attachments with someone who isn't meant to be yours...

Arrived home to Dublin town just in time for #BloomsDay2017 ⚜no James Joyce themed celebrations would be complete without a trip to the evocative Sweny's, where the shop's animated caretakers held readings of Ulysses and wove a charming narrative of the iconic novel's rich cultural heritage ✨secret tip: Kennedy's on Westland Row {just across the road} have extra festivities to enjoy, authentic costumes included! Running until late tonight ~ #livecolorfully #lafemmeeclectique ~

Day five of the #atozbookstagramchallenge E is for Eliot!
I stumbled upon ol' Tom one dull afternoon in year eleven English. I'd tuned out of the class discussion on Wilfred Owen and was idly flipping through our poetry anthology waiting for the lesson to end, when Rhapsody on a Windy Night caught my eye. And so began the great, enduring love affair of my reading life. To this day, I keep a copy of Eliot's poems on my desk.

MOST RECENT

Sometimes I don't know what to say, how to behave, respond or act.
.
Sometimes, I find it easier to condemn rather than show love, to avoid rather than speak truth, to judge hearts before first looking at my own.
.
Sometimes my flesh and emotions wildly yell their opinions, demanding their own way, and it's hard to even listen for a whisper of truth.
.
And sometimes, my own inadequacies cause me to lose hope, concluding that "it can all never be mended", as my eyes lose sight of Hope Himself.
.
But when I finally sit and look to Jesus, observing how He spoke, behaved, loved and lived - I find an example to follow, though still imperfectly yet undoubtedly.
.
When I look to Jesus, it's easier to show love, speak truth, bestow grace - as I remember my own daily sin and once again confess my need for a Savior.
.
When I look to Jesus, my flesh disappears and emotions subside as truth floods in, restoring both my heart and perspective.
.
And when I look to Jesus, my inadequacies become the reason for my Hope and dependency upon Him, the One Who mends our brokenness - no matter how busted up we may look or be.
.
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73
.
My friend, if your heart is struggling today with fear or heartache, brokenness or hopeless - look with me to Jesus and find strength to continue on... #lookingtojesus

Remember God is your fireworks. He makes things beautiful in its time. God has a thousand ways of working things out for you on your behalf. Now come on let's let God do the fireworks and you your thing and let Him lead.
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Birthday pancakes followed by birthday hike, birthday view, and birthday nap! (And birthday downpour while standing mournfully by the front door in my bathing suit, giving up, and pouring the birthday wine.)

Day 20 of #shayverlee6wordstory After a morning spent outside in the pouring rain with a stubborn puppy #nemesis HA 😃 I was grateful to plop back on the couch with my coffee to get this done! (sorry for the constant dog tales but it's rather all- consuming right now!) #goddessofrevenge #greekmythology #writersofinstagtam #writerscommunity #6wordstory #writerschallenge #sixwordstory #microfiction #writemybook #writerslife #writersrevenge

Day 18 (ok, ok so it was yesterday!) 😉of #shayverlee6wordstory and I will once again blame the dog for eating my homework! 💕#limpid #rainyday #6wordstory #writersofinstagtam #writerscommunity #puppylove #writingprompts #writersblock #microfiction

I said your name out loud today. After so long. It was instantaneous. Unthought-of. Unprecedented. The realization hit the second I said it out. It has been a while. A while since that name brought a strange surge of warmth and a tingly feeling in my abdomen. A while since I screamed it out, begging you to hear me out, to listen to me, to talk to me. I realize I’m still healing. The scars have faded or so I make it seem. But they probably never truly will and that hits home as I say your name out loud today. After eternity or maybe just a heartbeat away. It feels strange to hear it. The hum of the syllables rolling over my tongue is a constant conundrum never truly away from me but as I hear the familiar sound, it reverberates across me and I know you have wrecked me. Not beyond repair but it’s a wound which needs forgiveness. Forgiveness for pushing it and pulling it but more than that for regretting it. Forgiveness for understanding everything, for understanding, for loving even though it ripped me apart. Forgiveness for cursing myself to be a loser with still a tiny bearing of hope in her heart. Forgiveness for still thinking of you even though there are people waiting to hold me in their arms. Forgiveness for letting them go. Forgiveness for still crying myself to sleep every night. Forgiveness. Because it’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to not be strong all the time. It’s okay to let someone take care of you. It’s okay to trust again, to hope again, and to not be lonely. Forgiveness to feel sad and lost even though you promised yourself you won’t.
- All because I said your name out loud today. Unconsciously. Subconsciously. It’s okay. It’s okay to forgive myself because I’m healing. I’ve forgiven you without even you asking. Maybe one day I’ll forgive myself too.
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Hk.

words fly from our mouths
passing each other's ears
without slowing or stopping
sounds crashing, their
meaning lost amidst the
strong emotions.
facts and opinions
run between us
faster and faster
until we each go quiet.
waiting for the other to speak
the words leave.
feelings take up space
with no ideas from either
on how to move forward.
neither knowing where to go
we stop talking as we have stopped
so many times before.
__________
Hk

Day 17 of #shayverlee6wordstory and I am finally getting a post out!😃wOOOohOOOo @theconstantvoice @jamesfahyauthor your word choice inspired #ruin had me thinking of contrasts today and the beautiful transformation of things as they age #bookstagram #writersofinstagtam #writerscommunity #ruins #nature #artisticnature #6wordstorychallenge #6wordstory #agelessbeauty

Patience by Me AKA Jada Renee F.:
i wish i could teach myself to be content,
i almost wish for patience,
but if not for this burning anxiousness
would i be so eager to continue forward?

i am content with my past,
and i am in love with the future--
it is this present that doesnt feel like a gift
i dont want to feel trapped.

i keep telling myself that this is but
a nesscary step and that this
journey has built me already,
but i dont wish to be stuck in my foundation.

i want to see how high i can go,
i want to see how many names i can collect,
i want to imagine stories in places that
belong to bucket lists.

i want it
i need it
and i must wait for it
but how can i be patient?
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