Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
Together let’s find balance, motivation, and the rhythm of a healthier more mindful life. Every step we take, every word we write,m shapes the story of who we are.
My special thanks to pinterest and my friends for the wonderful pictures and clicks. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
Cheers..!
Who are your favorite people to be around?
The ones who carry sunlight in their tone,
Who make even ordinary moments feel like home.
They laugh from the heart, no pretense, no ploy,
I stay closest to those who arrive with joy.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
My favorite shoes have weathered sun and frost,
They taught me journeys matter more than what is lost.
Through winding roads where certainty grew thin,
I learned the richest miles are walked within.
Write about your dream home.
My dream home stands where the restless end,
With open skies and hours that bend.
A waterfall slows what the world has spun,
Here, nothing is chased, and nothing is won.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
I’ve always followed what speaks to me,
Unmoved by trends or borrowed urgency.
What I love holds me, clear and strong,
I’ve never lingered where I don’t belong.
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
The greatest creation our time has seen,
Lives in our palms, quiet, unseen.
It turns divine or deeply hollow,
By the values we choose to follow.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
I wake with light before the rush of day,
Move, breathe, let silence gently lead my way.
I work with heart, then rest as skies turn gray,
Grateful, I sleep, complete in every way.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Time bends my vision, reshapes what I see,
What once felt urgent now asks patience of me.
Through loss and becoming, my truths rearrange,
Life teaches in seasons, through time, I change.
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
I love to bake; it teaches me to wait,
That meaning rises slowly, not in haste.
What enters raw must pass through fire and time,
To learn that faith transforms before it shines.
Write about your first computer.
My first computer took its time to think,
a blinking cursor, a cautious blink.
It whirred and hummed like an old refrain,
teaching me patience, click by click, again.
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I’m scared of being late, of missing what’s true,
the moments that slip if I rush right through.
Late to people, chances, the whisper of now,
time taps my shoulder: slow down somehow.
What it would take is trusting the clock a bit more,
and choosing presence over hurry, somehow evermore.
Simi says... 