Wandering with Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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Notebooks



You know those kinda crazy people who love collecting stationery. They love buying new pens, fancy pencils and above all the stationery-notebooks. They may or may not use it but they just gotta have it! Yeah, I am one of them.


Maybe it’s about how they come in so many different sizes and colors and themes. Some of them have squared edges, others rounded. Although I am not a knowledgeable collector, there is something about notebooks that attract me.


Maybe it’s because a notebook is an item in which I can unleash my emotions, creativity and thoughts. Or maybe it’s the idea of something fresh, something new, something untouched…. The act of writing down my thoughts and ideas is extremely satisfying.


Also, anything handwritten has the power to generate excitement in a way that emails and text messages just can’t.
Most people these days don’t even carry a pen, let alone a notebook.


So, here’s a suggestion- own a notebook. What you fill it with- favorite moments, ideas, grocery list, budgets and expenses, poems, favorite quotes, songs, drawings, doodles, 3am thoughts and ideas, dreams, passions, bucket lists, places you want to visit, jokes, love notes, your feelings – is entirely up to you.

Thank me later.
 


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Healed.

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You are the books you read,

The people you meet.

The dreams you make,

The words you speak.

And  you are, what you take from these.

Let the colors fill your mind

Carry your own sunshine

Live the truth,

Express your love,

Do more, need less,

Laugh a lot and be blessed.

See the wonder of it all,

Marvel at the sight,

Share the happiness,

Celebrate the life.

Dream big, but never be,

In too much hurry,

To stop and smell… to feel… to touch or to see.

So celebrate what has been given,

The tiny bit of heaven!

#HappyBirthdayToMe!


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She’s the Rainbow.

She was the rainbow.

And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
~Shel Silverstein

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