Forgive. Never forget. I’m coming your way. Watch your back. TBH©
Tag: #philosophy
the man with tiny feet
Those who constantly hide within their own ‘inner child’ often ‘placebo’ mindset should not assume they are entitled to bully others due to their own immaturity. Perhaps time to consider ‘growing up’ for at least some part of their wreckless journey. To me, the only way to be the child is to walk amongst them and not hold them as weapons for merit. For we learn more from the young than we can ever be ourselves. TBH©
wildflowers and balance make nature
There’s a lot of depressed millionaires. It’s not about being ‘rich’ or ‘poor.’ It is about finding a balance that is not a result of peaks and troughs. Because to me, what matters most is the state of our planet. If we collectively worked more towards looking after nature we wouldn’t have time to be vain and self indulgent. Love is the Answer.
I mean, you can be filthy rich and not have any style or decorum. Or a busker who sings like an Angel that lives in a caravan on top of a hill. I hope one day people work together instead of driving one another apart – just for the sake of ego. Because ego will not grow earth’s wildflowers and it certainly won’t stop forest fires or earthquakes. Ego is just a pitiful emotion that fades by the day. Ego is just a temporary blip. Soon to vanish.
Those who think ‘how can I appear better than anyone else.’ Will not ever be at peace and that’s why they strive to ‘try’ and make sure nobody else is either. TBH©
Begging the Question by Sherwyn Jellico #review by Tiffany Belle Harper #bookreview (OCD and Depression in Poetry)
Begging the Question: Commentating depression and OCD in a frank and ‘deeply’ creative way. An artistic, viewpoint in book form by writer and poet Sherwyn Jellico who also illustrated and edited his first book, ‘Begging the Question.’
Begging the Question is available now on Kindle. Here’s my review via Amazon.
[A deep and somewhat tangled look at the complexity of the human mind. Coupled (or tripled, even) with a sense of frustration that ignites with a genius and controversial take on many digressions the brain and subconscious will take throughout various stages during our lives. I believe ‘we’ all experience segments of this thought provoking journal of mind and expansive expression. While many may be in denial, Sherwyn Jellico nails the conditions he describes with an openness together with a ‘quirky’ and definitely off-beat gift of words.
‘Begging the Question’ an educational insight into the ‘prime’ awkwardness created by today’s expectations within ‘aged’ establishments that deem those not of ‘mainstream’ unworthy or obscure. Fascinating read. One of those manuscripts you can open on any page and find a new journey within wit and obvious sorrow. Begging the Question doesn’t tackle resolve but more a revelation that I find refreshing. We sometimes need to share and not to preach. To listen and absorb. I have found this educational, particularly for my well-being groups that I host where I try to approach with alternative methods. One of which being, ‘to listen – to learn – to grow.’]
You can download ‘Begging the Question by Sherwyn Jellico via Amazon HERE. It’s currently £3.00 a copy. This post is not an advertisement or endorsement. I purchased the book as it’s useful for the work I do as an Alternative Therapist. I love all things unconventional, stepping out the box if it comes from passion and truth.
You can find Sherwyn Jellico on WordPress Here.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
Little Dog on a Window Ledge. We’re missing Foley #Diary
This is not a good day. I’m writing my book and reliving parts of the past I’d forgot. I’m preparing to drive back to Leeds. I arrived in Warwickshire with Foley who was well. He had a wet nose, healthy appetite and could still run around in the park.
I’m driving home without him. I know ‘especially taking the horrid happenings in the world to account’ it may seem dramatic. But I loved him so much. He was a daily part of all that I did. Driving back to Yorkshire without my best friend is going to hurt. He was innocent, harmless, so pure and forgiving. An unconditional friend that loved me no matter what.
Today, I’ve just felt down in the dumps. I tell myself how must the family feel of the lady who was killed in London by senseless murderers. She’d just taken her two children to school. How must that family feel as they prepare for their first weekend without the heart of their family. This just makes it all worse.
There is kindness and unity everywhere. Yet, we must not forget the suffering. I really do wish people would value all aspects of life. Non of us are here to kill or harm through acts of malice and resentment.
I just wish I could have another day with Foley. Just to stroke him and tell him how things are. But, writing this book is a release. It’s funny, emotional and very frankful. I do love to write. I equally miss Foley. Just not knowing he’s lying by my feet or sitting in the back of the car. Waiting at the door for me to come home. Sitting by me as I cook. Running ahead of me through woodlands and fields.
It’s just not the same anymore and I can’t cheer myself up today. I’ve always tried to inspire and it often meets brick walls. Yet I suppose some days there’s nothing wrong to admitting it’s fine to not feel happy.
Angel hasn’t got off the window ledge since he passed. I’m sure she’s waiting for him to come back. Her last memory was him being taken away wrapped in his blanket to be cremated. She doesn’t understand. Yet, I do know that a part of him is very much with us. It’s only human to feel this pain I suppose. Most days are fine, then I get one like this when my heart just breaks open. 21 years is going to take time to recover. He was so beautiful in all ways. Sigh.
Tiffany. X
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