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Festas Felizes | Happy Holidays

Ontem fui um bocadinho Grinch, ao fim do dia, eu sei! Estava desanimada com a época, com as pessoas – com a vida até.

Há momentos assim, depois passa e é isso que importa.
Fui deixar algumas coisas na corda mais quente da Avenida da Liberdade, uma inciativa da Heat the Street que visa a distribuição de agasalhos a quem deles mais precisa nesta altura: aqueles que não têm um lugar onde se abrigar. Fui buscar um docinho para a mesa de Natal, que adoro. Recebi uma encomenda, com um miminho para a minha casa, antes do que esperava. E fiquei um pouco menos zangada com a Humanidade e o Mundo (ainda estou muito aborrecida, mas quero é celebrar o Amor e todas as coisas boas).

Por isso, almas esvoaçantes que me lêem – e que eu aprecio muito – a todos desejo:

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I was a bit of Grinch yesterday, with my poem, I know (even though it was in Portuguese, and you probably didn’t bother to translate, it was a bit of a sad rant about Christmas spirit and hypocrisy). I was really gloomy and down about the season, people – life, even.

There’s moments like that, but then we get over them – and that’s what matters.
I donated some stuff for an initiative that aims to get warm apparel to those who most need it this time of year: those who do not have a place to take shelter from the cold. I picked up a delicious cake that I love, for the Christmas table. I got a package with a small present for my house, which I didn’t expect to get before Christmas. And I was a little less angry with Humanity and the World (I’m still quite a bit upset, but right now I want to celebrate Love and all the good things).

So, you fluttering souls that read my – and whom I dearly appreciate – I wish you all:

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Coisas da época

Dezembro em pleno
poucos dias para o ano terminar
O mundo finge-se sereno
Pois é hora do Natal celebrar.

Luzes e cores
Música e risos
Ignoramos um pouco as doresa_very_sad_christmas_story_with_a_happy_ending
Travamos ligeiramente os juízos.

Alardeiam-se sentimentos
de amor, bondade, caridade e fé
Pena que estes momentos
Sejam escassos e falsos até.

Todo o ano homens choram
Lutam por nada ter
Agridem-se e sangram
Buscam outra forma de ser.

Paz na Terra
Fraternidade
Sentimentos bonitos
Mas tanta falsidade

Que haja um Natal
Que todo o ano dure
Em que aquilo que apregoamos
Verdadeiramente perdure.

Sonia, 2016
Que o Natal possa ser de Verdade; e que o seja todos os dias.


3 Daily Reminders

So, we all know how it feels to not have motivation, to want to stay in bed and to feel totally unloved, right? Even if just once, every one of us has felt that at some point.

What to do then?

  1. Remember you are enough
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    No matter how much you feel like you’re lacking in skill, ability, intelligence, looks, education- whatever plagues you, basicly, with insecurity and fear. You are enough. There is no wrong way to be a human being, you just are and that’s it.

    There is always room for improvement and growth – but you don’t have to force yourself into it. Wherever you are on your journey now, that is ok. That is enough. YOU are truly enough.

  2. List all the good things you have
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    Seems like such a cliché, I know. But it works; honest!
    I have made a list of all the good things I have – thinking on those that are less fortunate in so many ways to help me recognize the plentifulness that is around – and it made me feel so much better about my life and filled me with will to do and be more: more myself, more true, more fulfilled, more hopeful. And to give more: of my love, my time, my attention and my drive – to those who might need it, to the world, to those I love, to myself.

    Every now and then, most frequently than not, I falter. I forget that list. I forget to be thankful for all the things that most of us take for granted and even for those exceptional ones that are truly extraordinary things/people/events to be thankful for. I go back to the list. I re-do it, mentally. I re-write it, I add to it. Like a scrapbook of thankfulness that just keeps adding. And it feels good.
    Give it a try, sometime. I know it’ll make a difference, it did and does to me. And while you’re at it, make a list of your dreams, aspirations and goals (no matter what they are, they are valid and enough – unless you plan the decimation of Mankind, which I highly advice against, :p ) – seeing thoase two lists, together, might just give you the boost you need to achieve some of those thigns you want. Or it might put things into perspective, at least.

  3. Recognize all the good and loving people in your life

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    That feeling of being recognized and appreciated. Don’t we all crave it? I believe it to be inherent to human condition, indeed.
    You want to feel loved, to feel wanted, appreciated. You want to be heard, and seen. We all do.
    Sometimes, that feeling doesn’t come. You inner voices make it feel like we’re unloved, unappreciated, alone. Like a burden to those around us. It is mostly just that: our inner dialogue, pulling us down, feeding off of our emotions, insecurities and needs.
    Recognize yourself. Appreciate yourself (see 1. : you are enough and worthy of love). Love yourself (another cliché, I know. There’s a reason these are clichés and it is not only repetition). Start from there, even if just a little bit, every day. A pat on your own back: you did good at work, you cooked your own dinner, you were able to remain calm during a stressful moment, etc. It really is the little things – this gives you perspective. And compassion. Towards yourselves and to others.
    From there, it is a small step to showing appreciation towards the people in your life. Depending on where your relationship with yourself is, sometimes it is even easier to do this bit than the previous one.
    A “Thank You”, a “I like having you around”, any kind words that truly and honestly express the good feelings you have towards that person. It makes such a huge difference! In them. In making sure they know. In ourselves. I have lost people I didn’t have the chance to fully show how much I loved and appreciated tham and how thankful I was for their being in my life and accepting me even when I was rejecting myself so painfully. I don’t ever want anyone to leave my life (whichever way it might be) without having at known once, even if just a bit, something about my feelings for them and the goodness they brought me.

    Bonus (for reaching this far): A little TED for entertainment and education

    What are your thoughts? Have done any of these things? Will you try them?
    Let me know your experiences and opinios, I am always glad to learn new perspectives!

Carta a um amor longínquo…

δ Agosto, 2011 δ

Meu amor,

               há 5 anos que nos tocámos pela primeira vez, naquele lugar entre aqui e ali, entre sonho e limbo, entre terra e céu. Há 5 anos que te instalaste no meu coração, no meu pensamento, na minha alma. E aí ficaste, como se me tivesses lançado um feitiço.
               Dirias talvez que foi o contrário, a feitiçaria foi minha e foi de mim que ficaste cativo, com prazer. Cheguemos a acordo, foi mútuo e inesperado…e oh tão bom! Lutei contra a certeza de ti e deste sentir, então, temendo estar a ficar louca. Aposto que lutaste também, fugindo a sensações, anseios e sentimentos que há muito esqueceras que existiam e estavas certo de não ser capaz de sentir, pensar ou experienciar.
              Demos tanto um ao outro, meu amor, damos tanto às nossas almas imortais com esta união que o amor nos proporciona. Com esta entrega, este fogo, esta ternura risonha que agora me aquece o peito, ao lembrar os nossos despiques e provocações.
              Quase quero chorar, sinto água a juntar-se nas pestanas, mas luto contra as lágrimas. Recordar-te, recordar-nos, é um prazer. Deveria ser fonte unicamente de alegria. Se me assola a ânsia de te carpir, é porque te sinto a falta, porque as saudades sufocam tanto que o ar que respiro mal é suficiente.
              Amante, amigo, confidente, companheiro, amor. És tudo isso e muito mais, meu querido. E eu que sempre fui boa com palavras, fiquei sem vocabulário capaz de dizer o quanto te amo.
              Pergunto-me tantas vezes o que estarás a fazer, a pensar, a sentir. Pergunto-me se teremos outra oportunidade de nos termos nos braços um do outro, perdidos. Pergunto-me se sentes a minha falta, se pensas em mim. Se ainda me amarás como antes.
              Meu querido, meu amor. Sonho contigo, acordada e entre os lençóis da minha cama solitária. Fecho os olhos e vejo o teu rosto, sinto o teu cheiro, respiro o teu sorriso e o teu calor. E quero-te a meu lado, cada vez mais, a cada instante que passo sem ti.
              Os nossos planos para um amanhã partilhado foram-se, desfazendo-se em fumo? Não creio. Muito menos creio que assim o aches. Apenas os adiámos, até ao momento em que o destino nos volta a juntar e transforme em viver o nosso sonhar.
              Eu e tu, o “amor e uma cabana” talvez. Mas o amor, sempre o amor, sempre. Acima de tudo e de todos, para sempre.
             Um dia terei uma palavra que te descreva e ao que sinto por ti e tu por mim. Mais do que meu amor, mais do que meu amado, meu amante, meu querido, meu anjo; mais do que alma gémea, perdição, paixão. Consigo dizer o que és, o que não és, aquilo que és mais que…mas não consigo algomerar, aglutinar, conjurar, combinar os vocábulos para fazer compreender ao mundo este sentimento, este Amor.
              Tu tornas-me inteira, quase o velho cliché do “completas-me” mas não é bem isso. “Apenas” sou mais eu quando estou contigo; quando te tenho ao meu lado. Não receio ser eu mesma, sem vergonhas, contigo. Amar-te e saber que me amas faz-me acreditar em mim e nesse “potencial escondido” que dizem que todas as pessoas têm.
             Sinto a tua falta, tenho saudades de ti, de nós e de quem sou contigo. Mal posso esperar pelo nosso “para sempre”.

Amo-te, antes agora e sempre.

Tua, inteiramente
 Mashiara

Been away… but now I’m back!

As you might have noticed, I was absent for a couple of weeks. There are several reasons for that, of course.

One, workload. Not that I have an immense workload, but my bosses have these periods when they demand anything and everything of me – at the same time. These past two weeks were a bit like that.

Two, a need for some soul-searching. Though I love my job, doing all these secretary and receptionist things (except maybe telephone calls – telephone calls are hell, I hate them!), I have been feeling a bit…stagnated, perhaps. I have been struggling to find meaning in my work and been longing to find that exact work that could fullfil that need of mine.

Three, the intense heat. It has been hot as peppers around here and that, of course, subdues most of my productive juices into a languid lump of lazy me. I love Summer, I love the heat – but I know it makes me be lazier than usual, even with things I love.

writing-923882_960_720Four, a bit of writers block. Associate with point 2. Feeling lost and useless in the world tends to drain my ability to write – even though the inspiration is as fervent as ever or more!
It’s that depressing feeling of not being productive to the world, feeling that everything you do has no meaning and in no way contributes to the betterment of the world – it kind of stops you dead in your tracks with everything you do – wether it is something you really love doing or not.

Five, taking some time for other things. Like my Reiki traireiki-principles.190154340_std.jpgning – which I have been slacking off quite a lot. Decided to focus more on it – and, associated with it, my meditation practice. That also means I decided to work on myself, in an honest manner. Inner work to grow my being and feel fullfilled. Along with this, I decided to take my volunteering to write for the Portuguese Reiki Association blog more seriously – hence not writing so much here (I have to tell you, writing the covering of an event from almost 2 weeks ago has been hell).

Six, and last (but not least): gaming. Yes, the addiction is there and I have been indulging – most certainly Brave Exviusbecause of how I’ve been feeling about my life. So, what have I been playing? As I showed you in my previous post, Final Fantasy Brave Exvius on my phone, alongside Final Fantasy X, remastered, on the PS3 (revivalism, I so love that game – maybe because it was my first Final Fantasy!).

Also on the phone…the unavoidable Pokémon GO! I am now taking nice walks,by myself and with my guy once in a while, which has helped improve my mood and also has gotten me pokemon-go-live-in-japan-for-field-test_kj4d.640to do some exercise! It is such a thrill and I feel so childish and happy while searching for new pokemons for my collection! With all due precautions, of course.

 

So, that’s been my last two weeks…what about yours?
(And do you have any advice for me, concerning the dillemas I presented you in this little confession of mine?)

Love and light,

Rell

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:

– 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.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XXI

** 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?
Part 21:

There was a tingling at her lower back, almost like a slight burning. It hurt a bit, too. Still her curiosity about what he was going to say surpassed the pain.

– I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but… – He started off again, but she had something she had to say before he proceeded.

– Amo-te. – The woman said, firmly and with certainty, causing him to look her straight in the eye.

He was, quite obviously, rendered speechless. Even though he could not speak the language, he knew as much as to understand she had just said she loved him. The fact that she did so in her native tongue only made it in a way more special and, definitely, more serious. Her eyes reassured the young man that she didn’t expect a response of any kind from him, she simply had to say it and that was that.

The same way he was apparently struggling to express something his own way, she had gone by instinct and mouthed the words on her mind uncensored. He also knew she might come to regret having so rashly said those words, maybe even sooner than either expected. She was probably regretting it right now, but it was her own conscience which had to deal with it.

Still tracing a strange pattern on her lower back, he seemed a bit far away in thought as she observed him. The girl felt that slight burning come to a halt the exact moment his hand moved to rest at her hip, but the area kept the tingling feeling it had started off with. She had no doubt now that there was some kind of spell-crafting imbued in the movement of his fingers on her back. What had he done to her?

– It is done, now. – He said, in a deep thought kind of tone, startling her. – My mark is on your back, even though most people will not be able to see it.

– What?! – She asked, confused and appalled with his words, a little anger showing through. – Ah, so that’s how you roll, heh? You fuck a girl and then you brand the girl like cattle?