Compaixão | Compassion

Um minuto de reflexão, uma questão:

Compaixão para connosco não deveria ser tão importante como para com os outros?

Ando a fazer um curso online sobre mindfulness (no site Future Learn) e a questão da compaixão ficou comigo. Talvez por ser tão dura comigo mesma, constantemente, no meu diálogo interior. Um pouco de compaixão e aceitação podem fazer tanta diferença na forma como nos sentimos no dia-a-dia!

E vocês? Quais são os vossos pensamentos sobre este tema?

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A minute for reflection, a question:

Shouldn’t having compassion towards ourselves be as important as it is to have it towards others?

I am doing an online course on mindfulness (at Future Learn) and this issue abuot compassion has stuck with me. Perhaps because I am so harsh on myself, constantly, in my inner dialogue. A bit of compassion and acceptance can make such a big difference in how we feel in everyday life!

What about you? What are your thoughts on this subject?

 

“Our brains are evolving to multitask,” not! The ill-usion of multitasking

Multitasking – to me, it’s a stress thing. I can’t seem to be good at it and tend to mess up so much!

But is that as unusual as I think it is? Is multitasking really essential? Would it not be better to have things done well and efficiently, with wholeness, than half-attentively, resulting in poor performance and outcomes?

You thoughts?

Haiku No. 68: Reiki

Concise, yet complete.
Grateful for your talent and your poetry, Learning to Live like Water!

Ordinary hands

Channeling love in all ways

Darkness dissipates.

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Pensado em coisas… | Thinking of stuff

Ando cansada do mundo. Deste paradigma que impulsiona a sociedade.
Não me faz sentido; não ressoa no meu sentir; não parece mais funcionar para a Humanidade.

Pensar nestas coisas angustia-me. Pensar no que nos aguarda nos dias vindouros, é um exercício intelectual que me assusta. Mas dou por mim, cada vez mais, a revisitar estes pensamentos e a re-sentir estas angústias e temores.

Será que podemos mudar alguma coisa? Como? Por onde começar?

Não sei. Não sei. Não sei. Mas há que tentar.

 

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I have been feeling tired of the world. Of this paradigm that drives society.
It does not make sense to me; it does not find an echo within my feeling; it doesn’t seem to work for Humanity anymore.

 

Thinking about these things leaves me anguished. Thinking about wait awaits us in days to come, is an intelectual exercise that frightens me. But I find myself, ever more, reviting these thoughs and feeling these anguishes and fears once again.

Can we change anything? How? Where to start?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. But we must try.

| Criacionismos|

Fazem-se os homens de anseios e valores
Sobre coisa nula de sentido
Senhores de tantos domínios imaginados.

Fazem-se os homens de cores e sentidos
Paladares de estímulos escondidos
Sacerdotes de navios inacabados.

Fazem-se os homens a si mesmos
Reinventando noções e nações
Sacrílegos pensadores empedernidos de crenças.

Fazem-se os homens maiores que a vida
Menores que o sonho emudecido de uma era
Sorteando contradições que suas são mas que renegam.

Fazem-se os homens e desfazem-se assim
Constructos mentais com resposta biológica
Façai-vos, homens, reinventai toda esta quimera.

Miss Darcy’s Companion Review & Giveaway

Good writing, interesting twists on a classic – the best of Fan Fiction: Jane Austen is here, at From Pemberley to Milton!

And in this particular post…
It’s giveaway time!

From Pemberley to Milton

Joana Starnes is one of those authors whose new releases I’m always impatient to read, so it is no surprise that I could not resist to read Miss Darcy’s Companion nonstop shortly after its release date, and guess what? I loved it! But of course, that is also no surprise as Mrs. Starnes has become one of those authors whose books I always love to read.

In this variation Mr. Bennet dies and Mr. Collins loses no time in sending his cousins to the hedgerows. Or that is where they would have been were it not for their uncles assistance and Elizabeth’s resilient character. Being thrown out of her house, Elizabeth seeks employment as a governess and her employer is none other than Col. Fitzwilliam’s sister in law, Lady Stretton.

This is the point where the book starts and we soon realize that Lady Stretton is a snobbish, insupportable person…

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The Elizabeth Papers

Curiosos? Eu também!

Já está na minha wishlist da Amazon!

From Pemberley to Milton

Two different eras. Two different stories. One common secret.

The Elizabeth Papers is a unique book that presents something I had never seen in any JAFF novel before: it combines 2 different genres, sequel and modernization, in a perfect symbiotic storyline.

The book starts with a letter from Mr. Darcy stating that he wishes for a trust to be created with the purpose of supporting his female descendants through the decades. Shortly after that, the book “jumps” to 2014 with one of the beneficiaries of the trust hiring a private detective to prove that Victoria Darcy, Mr. Darcy’s last daughter, was in fact an illegitimate child fathered by someone else, with the purpose of excluding all her descendants from the trust.

From this moment on, each chapter focuses on one era, and when we get to the end of it, we do not want to change the era, we want…

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The Crest of Snow and Copper – Ending

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***

I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Would love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
The Ending:

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– It’s not what you think… I’m sorry! – He started explaining, while her anger built up slowly to a desire to beat him up. – I really don’t know how to explain this any better than saying that that marking is something that I bestow upon beings extremely rarely. It means something more than ‘I’ve been here’. It means you belong to me. But it also means I belong to you.

She was dumb shocked. Had he just said that she belonged to him? More, had he just said he belonged to her? Something seemed extremely impossible to her in all this, now. When was she going to wake up, for this could only be another dream?

– You did something to me… marked me, to show I belong to you and you belong to me? – The girl asked, confused. – But most people aren’t able to see that marking? So what’s the point? And what do you mean with belonging?

– The mark, my seal, my crest, if you wish to call it like that. It may not be visible to the majority, but even though they don’t see it, they will know you have someone. – He started explaining, with a soft smile on those rosy ‘just-the-perfect-amount-of-thick’ lips. – You did something to me, you know? You awakened something in me I had no idea I had. You saw in me things, a person, not even I had seen. You have marked me long before I marked you. And that marking you gave me is just as invisible as your own.

She was speechless. All that was like him saying he loved her, actually. Maybe even more than that. The girl could only smile, understanding his actions. She could only hold him tight as she kissed him. She could only try to hold back those tears of joy that ran down her cheeks into his face. She had never felt like this. She had never been felt like this.

Resting again on his chest, the girl curled with the boy, both slipping slowly into the land of dreams. Though no dream could ever compare to how they felt in each other’s arms.