saferoom.org

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

How Do You… | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/2014/11/02/how-do-you

What we think… we become. – Buddha. How Do You…. How do you trust someone you don’t know much about anymore? You once had that friendship to where you would lay your life on the line if theirs was in danger, and now all you can respond when they ask how you are doing is “ok” even if you are dying inside and your true emotions are kicking and screaming and fighting their way to get out so someone hears them. How do you take that leap of trust of leaving yourself vulnerable? Nov 02, 2014. You don’t n...

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

Done. | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/2014/10/23/done

What we think… we become. – Buddha. I thought you understood. I thought you knew. I really Need you. But at whose cost. Does it bother you. That we hardly speak. Do you ever notice. As days turns into weeks. I tear myself up. In more ways than one. I tried talking to you. And now we are done. I cannot handle these. You bring into my life. My very worst fears. Having no one to trust. And being let down. Crying in the dark. My heart begins to drown. Do you even notice. That I cry myself to sleep. Leave a R...

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

November | 2014 | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/2014/11

What we think… we become. – Buddha. Every single day, I wonder if one person can make a difference. Every single day, I wonder what the purpose of life really is. Every single day, I am thankful for being alive even though I feel like I am dying inside. Every single day, I question the universe and my purpose in it. Every single day, I feel lonely at some point in the day. Every single day, I have to work on my breathing just to make it to the next minute. How Do You…. You try many times over to take tha...

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

Every Single Day | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/every-single-day

What we think… we become. – Buddha. Every single day, I wonder if one person can make a difference. Every single day, I wonder what the purpose of life really is. Every single day, I am thankful for being alive even though I feel like I am dying inside. Every single day, I question the universe and my purpose in it. Every single day, I feel lonely at some point in the day. Every single day, I have to work on my breathing just to make it to the next minute. How Do You…. Nov 09, 2014. Nov 09, 2014. Notify ...

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

~Nell~ | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/nell

What we think… we become. – Buddha. Take it easy, Life is too short. Don’t worry about the little things. She was fighting a horrific battle. And was waiting for her wings. She didn’t judge my life. She guided me along the way. She let me cry on her shoulder. Even when I was afraid. I came to her with problems. Even cried from my heart. I came to her with tears. She was there from the start. We even had our fights. Some quarrels here and there. We really had it out one time. But I really didn’t care.

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

~Grammy~ | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/grammy

What we think… we become. – Buddha. My Grammy was born in 1922 her and my grandpa were high school sweethearts. They married and they are both as genuine and as real and down to earth as they come. They had 4 kids 3 girls and 1 boy (my dad). As much as I can remember about her, she has always had MS since I’ve known her in the 60’s she was diagnosed with MS and that took the use of her legs. she has been fighting it, ever since she is an amazing woman that always looked for the positive in life. SELF &#8...

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

~Just Me~ | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/just-me

What we think… we become. – Buddha. Adopted kids are more intricate than they let on. Daughters are special, and so is mine. My daughter, step kids, brother, partner, dogs and friends – are my world. Satay, Orange Chicken, Roti Canai, Pad Thai and Sushi are my international obsessions. Individuals with Autism are beyond inspirational. If someone feels pain (mental, emotional or physical), don’t doubt them. Invisible Pain is hard enough to deal with, and becomes even worse when doubted. Apr 25, 2011.

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

Intricately Simple | Intricately Simple

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/author/juneimauger

What we think… we become. – Buddha. The memories that haunt me lurk in my mind. Deep in my mind, it feels like they are trapped there until the end of time. I sit and try to work through them slowly. Some are able to fade, while others not so much. Some can handle it. I do not blame them, it’s feels overwhelming most days. Sometimes I wish though, that I could go into details, and release all my pain. But it’s too painful to come to the reality of some it, let alone share with someone else. It is, to me.

collectivewritings.wordpress.com

Intricately Simple | What we think… we become. – Buddha | Page 2

https://collectivewritings.wordpress.com/page/2

What we think… we become. – Buddha. 9/11 : 14 Years Later. I woke up this morning staring in disbelief at the TV as the world remembered the day when time stood still, 14 years ago. When are we going to learn to respect one another? No one has to like everyone they meet in their life. No one has to understand everyone in their life. No one even has to get along with anyone, but why can’t we care enough about human lives to not cause harm towards one another? When are we going to stop and actually learn t...