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How Do YOU Define Yourself Lizzie Velasquez at TEDxAustinWomen


This is a video you won’t forget so soon ūüôā
13.10 mn of bravery, wisdom & a lot more each one of you is going to take in his/her own way.
I have learnt from it that the body is a shell if without a soul & hers shines through the darkest of tunnels as bright as can be… it is full of humor, upbeat, ambitious so deep & wise you can’t go any further (Through Media’s unique emphasis on it we just got sidetrack for a bit too long ūüôā )

There is so much to learn, to take with, remember where our priorities should be if we want to reach our full potential & never doubt in each & everyone of us when we think we don’t mean that much…

We all have a place on this planet.

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Published on 20 Dec 2013
n a time when beauty is defined by supermodels, success is defined by wealth, and fame is deified by how many followers you have on social media, Lizzie Velasquez asks the question how do you define yourself? Once labeled, “The Worlds Ugliest Woman,” Lizzie decided to turn things around and create her own definitions of what she defines as beauty and happiness.

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The place where light enters you…


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I thought this most profound saying to be most suitable for this shot!

The wound is the place where light enters you.
Rumi.

P.s
I am going to take time off until after winter holidays to spend quality time with my loved ones but will try my utmost to keep on liking as long as I can & see you back in January!
Make the most of it life goes by too quickly ūüėČ
My best wishes to all of you till then!

A Letter From Fred – “Oh Sweet Lorraine” An Amazing Song Written by 96 year-old!


This is the sweetest and most moving story-song ever! There are no words I can add, this video says it all…
Your reaction means a lot so, don’t hesitate to send in your insight ūüôā

All that, much more… or rotten potatoes-16.6.2013


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There’s life on Mars!
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I had forgotten a bag of potatoes in my balcony.
They were partying while beauty was in the making ūüôā
Two months later these were the results.

Enjoy the scenery!

All that, much more… or rotten potatoes
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Wearing the hats of an Ascot race
Tentacles stretching out in a plea
Clamoring the human race
For ostentation and allure,

Whichever way you look at me,
Flash your interpretation through
The lens of your soul.
See the bumps and cracks,

Flesh withering, rotting back to life,
Wrinkles and scratches,
Abandoned at a party in a pantry…
Forgotten to nature happening…

To the unfold of beauty in the making.
See it all in its synchronicity.
Love me for I am forever returning.
Expanding, growing…

A reflection in the firth of your desires.
See all that or… decay with no glory.
A smell to toss in an instinct of preservation
Applying the laws of order and cleanliness

Never questioning the
Possibilities of magic happening,
Foulness dissolving into beauty
Mold, as a compass to our mien (1)

Sprouts, extensions to barriers
Crevasses, detour… the scenic route
Catch even a glimpse of life on Mars
Or the gossiper thriving on some

Dripping, luscious, slippery news.
All that and much more, for every eye
Has a story, every mind a book.
Or, just take a glance and toss

Without a second thought,
The rotten potato.
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Mien (1)

1. Bearing or manner, especially as it reveals an inner state of mind: “He was a Vietnam veteran with a haunted mien” (James Traub).
2. An appearance or aspect.

[Alteration (influenced by French mine, appearance) of Middle English demeine, demeanor, from Old French, from demener, to behave; see demean1.]

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Hey!There IS life on Mars!
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Spider monster!!!
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The Royal Ascot…
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He is the eyes in which we all can see-6th April 2013


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a first winter’s cape
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He is the eyes in which we all can see
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His eyes witnessed Dante’s Inferno
His smile, a quiver of long absence and pity
He glances around at all the novelties
His demeanor, shy and hesitant, left years dormant

Fear, beauty, courage, endurance,
All etched in his grand personality
His soul, pure and unblemished
As the plumage of a white dove.

Assigned to a role never played or wanted
He shines as the reflection of the sun
On a first winters cape.
Having conquered adversity and polished his ipseity (1)

He is the son of all mothers
The hero of all nations
Divinity disguised in humanity
The one they want to embrace and protect

Sing and celebrate in hymns
He is grace, distinction and integrity
All chiseled in one.
The potential you could seek

If you stretched out, high up
And reached the peak
He is the eyes in which

We all can see!

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Main Entry: ipseity
Part of Speech: n
Definition: selfhood; individual identity, individuality
Etymology: Latin ipse ‘self’

Good times, what a blessing! Nov. 2012 ( oa essay )


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Good times…
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This essay was coming out of the low moments as a result of doing what I have most pleasure in doing. Writing and painting and sharing it on the blog. Music and photography will have to wait until I start feeling more comfortable with those .

Good times
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Does it occur to us that sometimes our writings have a tremendous amount of despair or self-abuse described?
Writing is for everyone liberating. It is the first thing that comes to our mind when hurt gnaws at us. At the end of the page we feel cleansed.
But could we focus for once on the times rays of rationality beam through? The days we tuck in fourteen hours of work, feel tired but so alive?
Get so absorbed in our task that we forget about food and eat solely for the physical energy. What a blessing, what a truce! So much easier than the fight.
What about the enthusiasm, the love and joy we spread around, the closeness to our cherished ones and the protective wings we encircle them with, the peace felt, by doing small and seemingly insignificant tasks that feel grand to us?
Small is sometimes big.
Is that not a far brighter subject?
The saying goes “without obscurity we would not see the light“
Appreciation comes from the lack of… Had we not gone without in the past, how could we know what is here now?

This essay is dedicated to all those in recovery. To a world of people who have the courage and audacity to face and work on their imperfections, which everyone has.

To them I bow and wish to give an apercu, a glimmer of what can be, with a bit of tenacity.

Be strong, do not bend to what you would call our darker moments yet, be flexible and undulate with the current, it will lead you to quiet sparkles, to serene bliss and undetected Nirvana.

Can we believe? I do.

That is the journey I took many years ago. Every year I believe I have found all the truth that exists and every year I am proved wrong. There is always some more…

There are many ways that lead to Rome. To a few, it will be wisdom, others, knowledge or experience, which is the best teacher of all, it will lead you to the light brought by comprehension… To that instant of clarity, the split second where it all fits…

The doors open and you walk in a state of…

Life is worth living for, the past trials were all worth it, for this inner-discovery. No loud trumpets, no explosive fireworks, just, THIS… NOW…

And that is all that matters.

What is love 1985 ( Translated from French poem ” L’amour ” )


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the love knot
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This poem was written in 1985. Yes, a long time ago, but reading it again made me realize that
given a few corrections, it could be published and could send a bit of joy to my readers.
Let me know what YOU think.
Thanks for all the positive feedback I have received since the improvement
of my blog, I truly appreciate!

Love
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Intense and profound felicity cascading
A burst of laughter, the impression of being king

That is love.

On soft skin, a tear forges its way
A asperous hand with a gesture abates the grief

That is love.

A odd habit, sudden irritation
A confession, forgiveness, the same old refrain

That is love.

A heed, cognizance and devotion without illusion
A future traces itself, the miracle of creation

That is love.

Above all, a life, the corrugations of happiness
And a generation indulges the world to its freshness

That is love.

Finally, intense joy cascading
Bubbles of laughter, the magnitude of remaining king

Yes! That IS love.

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L’amour
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Une joie intense et profonde débordant de soi
Un √©clat de rire, le sentiment d’√™tre roi

√áa, c’est l’amour.

Sur une peau douce, une larme forge son chemin
Une main rugueuse, d’un geste apaise le chagrin

√áa, c’est l’amour.

Une manie, une irritation soudaine
Un aveu, un pardon, toujours la même rengaine

√áa, c’est l’amour.

Un égard, une attention et dévotion sans illusion
Un avenir se trace, le miracle d’une cr√©ation

√áa, c’est l’amour.

Plus que tout, une vie, les ondulations du bonheur
Une g√©n√©ration qui comble le monde par sa fra√ģcheur

√áa, c’est l’amour.

Enfin une félicité intense cascadant de soi
Des bulles de contentement, l’amplitude de demeurer roi

Oui! √áa, c’est l’amour.

My best friend ? …


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Acceptance
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My best friend
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I have one best friend, silent and faithful, manifesting her closeness, seldomly, frequently or randomly, according to my needs.

She’s my ” reminder ” she keeps me in line, as a commander to his soldier. There was a time I hated her for that, I wanted to be free, thinking that was the answer to my happiness.

I had many friends in my life but this friendship is still going strong after twenty five years.

At first it was just a slight presence, a hide-and-seek pattern, if you want, I could have tossed it out of my life, turned a blind eye,
instead I embraced it as a long lost sister and welcomed her for her honesty, for letting me know she inhabited my space that long.

I had ” wheezed ” her and ” suffered ” her in the past, limiting my movement in order to prevent confrontation. She begged for acknowledgement, for the willingness to let her accompany me in a quiet way.

After years of fumbling, tripping in the dark, gripping at anything I could grasp, I realized this was no ordinary friendship.

I had to get her name.

But life goes on and I got busy with bedroom renovations… Symptoms worsened and despite my ignorance, I could refute it no longer. I took a
brisk walk to our family doctor on a typical winter drizzly day and with embarrassment heard myself wheezing loudly in a very quiet, jam-packed waiting room.

He dropped his verdict as an ax on a stump, without mincing his words. He threw in my face the harsh realities and eventual emergencies of Asthma.

Lack of oxygen… possible death if left untreated… were the fragments of sentences piercing through the fogginess of my brain.

I was stunned!

Who would’ve thought Asthma in its extreme scenario could lead to fatality?

My mind then, went full gear and my next mission was to glean as much information as possible. I thought, ” maybe that might alleviate the alarm building in me “. But what I discovered, were cold medical terms falling unto me as glass shattering on ice, in a clatter, echoes resonating through dark
shiny white tunnels.

I found out, Asthma is characterized by a predisposition to chronic inflammation of the lungs in which the ( Bronchi ) airways are reversibly narrowed.
In total, it affects three hundred million people worldwide. During an attack ( exacerbation of Asthma ) the smooth muscle cells in the Bronchi, constrict,
the airways become inflamed and swollen and breathing becomes difficult.
” Well, I thought, that wasn’t hard to guess, anyone could have told me that! ”
It went on specifying, there’s no remedy to this day, which didn’t bring too much comfort to me, but various medication ease symptoms.

In short, I understood that with Asthma, Doctors are at loss, but my journey through Alternative medicine proved otherwise. I learnt to understand, listen
to my body, discover and follow my intuition too.

It finished grandly, bringing more numbers and statistics stating four thousand deaths a years in the U.S only…
It was a frightening exposure to the condition of my unfortunate circumstances. reading about the facts nevertheless, gave me acceptance. As long as a diagnosis
wasn’t pronounced, I couldn’t lay out a plan.

I couldn’t take full responsibility.

The fear it provoked and the relief that proceeded was a paradoxical concoction I required desperately, to put my life back in order.

A whole new world unfurled to me. It was a sesame-opener and I discovered treasures of potential. For one, I discovered, life wasn’t to bear. It was full of color that can’t
exist in darkness. Second, that my personality has the facets a rough gem holds but only noticed to the eye when cut open and left raw to the light of the sun.
Third, that as a result, I traveled on a expedition of self-discovery, took many paths that all led to the long road of redemption, towards the neglect I had
caused to my body.

The road is long so I won’t encumber you with details of a tedious trail of self-help books, diets ( mainly Macrobiotics as the answer to my problem ) Homeopathy and O.A which shaped me into the person I am today.

In the beginning, Asthma, tip-toed into my life. Symptoms being more of a hindrance than anything, But it eventually caught up with me and I was faced with the
handicapping stage that enabled me to walk short distances without feeling there wasn’t enough air circulating to provide me with the amount of oxygen needed for
my lungs.

Rest, was the only way to improve this state.

When I look back at those years people call ” life “, they were of struggle, frustration, misery and darkness. Adversely to the quality of life I have today.
Yet, those years of exertion were a preparation. They molded me into an appreciative and knowledgeable person. I realize, now, it was the best thing that could
have happened to me.

I wouldn’t deliberately invite it, but if I had the possibility to wish it away… Do not laugh at what I’m about to say…

TODAY, I do not want it out of my life. I’ve accepted it as my teacher, my barometer, my faithful companion, my mentor. Not only have I accepted it, but I see it as a necessity to my existence. A requirement if you wish. The head-lamp to a miner digging deep under the earth or a compass to the explorer in the desert.

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Friendships can start off sometimes painfully but given the opportunity, can grow to be the essence of your life, the blessing you’ve long searched and prayed for.

So, when some form or other knocks on the doors of your entity, don’t cast it away on it’s ugly appearances, it might just be the answer to the fundamental
questions, haunting your very nights.

Invite it to shine, to encourage you to draw the path you had sketched in your mind…

To reveal itself to you and most importantly, to help you proclaim your inner-beauty.