reflectionsofathirdculturekid.wordpress.com
Reflections of a Third Culture Kid | Just another WordPress.com weblog
Reflections of a Third Culture Kid. January 25, 2011 · 10:30 pm. I suppose I had no energy. After all, everything is moved by a flow of energy, isn’t it? The leader of the army of Feeling is Anger. Anger does not like to be crushed. No one fights Anger, especially in this body; especially on this battlefield. In the past, Anger always won! I hope so, Hope. I really do. I need you more than any words can describe. Yet, for the time being, words will have to suffice. Sarah Al Saadani. January 25. These wor...
reflectionsofatimarizvi.blogspot.com
#Reflections
Friday, January 9, 2015. Prisoners Of The Past. After an experience is "over" and we move ahead down the river of time, what remains are these synaptic linkages that shape and filter our present experiences and sensations. Drawing on these implicit elements from the past, the brain- our associational organ and anticipation machine- continually readies us for the future. Source: Mindsight by Daniel J. Siegel, M.D. Labels: fatima rizvi Daniel J. Siegel. Monday, June 9, 2014. Saturday, January 25, 2014.
reflectionsofatravelholic.com
Reflections of a Travelholic | Travel and adventure blog for travel addicts like me!
Reflections of a Travelholic. Travel and adventure blog for travel addicts like me! December 27, 2012. While we were staying in St. Kitt. We took a day trip to Nevis. Four Seasons Resort, Nevis. We took a day tour through Tropical Tours which included the 30-45 minute ferry ride over to Nevis. The ferry port town of Charlestown is kind of cute and more appealing than Basseterre on St. Kitts. Mt Nevis and lush, tropical grounds of Four Seasons. View of St. Kitts from Nevis. Nisbet Plantation Beach Club.
reflectionsofautumn.wordpress.com
Protected Blog › Log in
This site is marked private by its owner. If you would like to view it, you’ll need two things:. A WordPress.com account. Don’t have an account? All you need is an email address and password register here! Permission from the site owner. Once you've created an account, log in and revisit this screen to request an invite. If you already have both of these, great! Larr; Back to WordPress.com.
reflectionsofaviolinist.com
Reflections of a Violinist | Pondering life and faith
Reflections of a Violinist. Pondering life and faith. April 15, 2015. Paris 2015: The Marathon I finally ran! The Paris Marathon has been on my bucket list ever since I moved to the city nearly five years ago. I first registered for the 2011 edition of the race just after moving here. That spring, I got a bad sinus infection that lasted over a month and basically put a stop to my training. That was really tough. To finally overcome. I had to at least make it to the start line this year! I was again fille...
reflectionsofawanderer.blogspot.com
Redirecting
You're about to be redirected. The blog that used to be here is now at http:/ www.ankurmital.com/. Do you wish to be redirected? This blog is not hosted by Blogger and has not been checked for spam, viruses and other forms of malware. 1999 – 2017 Google.
reflectionsofawhitegirlinkenya.wordpress.com
Reflections... | of a white girl in the village of Cheney.
Of a white girl in the village of Cheney. December 31, 2012. I am strong. My pain tolerance is very high because I have daily pain in my hand that I have simply learned to live with. Ignoring it has been my biggest plan of action and it has become second nature. This pain however, was too loud to ignore and impossible to argue that immediate action had to be taken. And like I said before, I fancy myself a conqueror of sorts. Yesterday, as I cried in my bed, helpless and hopeless, I called Andy. He kn...
reflectionsofawolfsoul.wordpress.com
reflections of a wolf soul | Heart of a poet, soul of a wolf, welcome to my mind
Reflections of a wolf soul. Heart of a poet, soul of a wolf, welcome to my mind. Wolf Among the Sheep. Let me paint my love with my. Fingers on your skin. Let me tease you with each. Creating together a masterpiece. Let me write a love letter between. Using my tongue as my pen Ill. Write oh so slow. No speaking or peeking just close. Let me sculpt you a memory using. Your body as clay. Using my strong hands filled with. Your flesh,a gentle yet firm touch. In the hope that ill be in your thoughts. Will th...
reflectionsofawoman-refelections.blogspot.com
Reflections of a woman
Reflections of a woman. Ramblings of a woman.sometimes thoughtful and sometimes not, just a window to her emotions. Thursday, November 14, 2013. A touch of Snow. One of the main attractions of melbourne is that you can reach almost any of your heart's desires at a very short distance . If you are the lover of sea and sand , thats half an hour , if you like the mountains thats also near by. You can visit the rain forests , the gardens, you name it and melbourne has it just a short distance away! Then you ...
reflectionsofawomanlisatugnette.blogspot.com
Reflections of a Woman by Lisa Tugnette
This is the story of my journey from the initial diagnosis of breast cancer at 36, to eventual reconstructive surgery. It was a difficult journey, but along the way there were many blessings: I found life-long friends, discovered unexpected opportunities, gained much useful knowledge, and learned some valuable life lessons. I hope that, in passing on all that I experienced, my story will be helpful to others just beginning their own journey. Barbara Thompson, Managing Editor, Atlantic Breast Cancer Net.
reflectionsofawomanturning27.wordpress.com
Reflections of a Woman Turning 27 | Another day in God's grace
Reflections of a Woman Turning 27. Another day in God's grace. Birthday Hair is up in the Air! April 3, 2010. 8212; reflectionsofawomanturning27 @ 9:54 pm. I’m gonna jump…. April 2, 2010. Filed under: Postings by Gala. 8212; reflectionsofawomanturning27 @ 7:14 am. 8230;The broom that is unpacking the marriage question. I figured I might as well tackle the hard questions first! When 27 rolls in I just to be able to shop stress-free! Somebody just missed their SHOUT! I dare not tell you how to feel at 27 a...