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[thrivinforchange-blog]

Hello All !

Since I know starting a new blog can be awkward, or people on the web can be strange (LOL), let me start my FIRST post on my blog by introducing myself. 

Keeping my name anonymous is something I would like to try. Just until I am comfortable being myself through this journey I am taking myself and hopefully, you all on.I would also like to stay “hidden” because I do not want who I am to influence anyone a certain way.

So with that being said... to start, I am a 24 year old woman. I live in Portland, Texas. Originally, I am from the one and only Philadelphia. I am a HUGE family person. I love my dogs. I love my boyfriend. I love to cook. I love to enjoy the outdoors. I love to be cozy on the couch and watch all the Harry Potter movies. I love binge watching movies in general. I love The Office. I love One Tree Hill. I love Gossip Girl. I am big on SELF LOVE & SELF CARE. I love fuzzy blankets. I love house decor. I love DIY projects. I love the moon and the stars. I love to go on walks. I love to listen to music. I love reading. I love candles & in-scents. I love pictures. I love going thrift store shopping. I love shopping in general (LOL). 

Now, one new thing I have come to finally accept and truly love is, MYSELF. Along with that, while a very trying 2019 came to an end I decided to put myself first. Yes, I can do that while still be in a healthy relationship, which I feel like many sometimes think it is not possible. IT VERY MUCH IS! You cannot love another if you do not FULLY love yourself. 

2020 - December 31st 2019, I took a picture of myself in my sports bra and shorts and what I seen in that picture made me upset. I decided on January 1st, 2020 I was going to make a HUGE change for myself. I seen my very good friend from back home who was 20 weeks pregnant at the time, that she started her own business. Something I have ALWAYS wanted to do. So the more I followed her post and stories on Instagram I was intrigued. I sent her a message and little did I know that message was about to change my life. She told me how she became a Networking Business owner for an all Natural Health & Wellness company. YES, people always have negative things to say about people who use the internet to promote. I did not believe it at first either, I thought she went crazy. She worked with me for WEEKS before I decided for myself to become a promoter as well. With NOTHING in my bank account besides what I spent to start up my company, I TOOK THE LEAP. The one time fee to be a BUSINESS OWNER. I got my products that you pay for with the start up fee, and went to work. I begin working with some of the top leaders, met AMAZING and such SUPPORTIVE people, realized things about myself I never would of if I did not take this leap. 

  - I know you all do not know me, but I did not come from much financially. My father left my mother, my two sisters and I with nothing when I was 10 years old. SO, now working a full time job, I have always been very uptight with my money. So deciding to spend it on a gut feeling, means a lot to me.- 

These products with this company have made me one of the happiest and healthiest versions of myself. We THRIVE for success here. I started this blog to share my journey. To learn more about health, nutrition, and see what else is out there for me. To have people join me on this journey and try these products for themselves. To have people promote these products with me. To ask questions about the body I may not know yet. To tell MY story. To hear OTHERS stories. 

I want this blog to be something I can gather and collect my thoughts. Talk about my business. Hear about others. Please feel free to follow back as I build my content. Ask questions. Share advice that helped you when you started. Remember to always be nice, you were once new here too! You never know what someone else is going through. Love yourself always. 

Thank You for taking the time to read this. 

Xx -- 

[hiraethwyl]

try

It was hard not to grimace at the cold. Frankly he didn’t even try. Part of him wanted to turn right back around and go stand arse back to the roaring fire in the Rosaire estate until he scorched his tail but he’d promised a pair of elezen he would accompany them to walk the firmament and honestly he felt a bit obligated to make sure they didn’t get into some sort of mischief. So rather than hide in a warm house Lyrin’a trudged across snow blown cobblestones toward the tavern they’d agreed to meet at.  They hadn’t lingered there either, and soon enough the trio were meandering along one of many long pathways overlooking the restoration. Lyrin’a peered over the edge and down, spying a gaggle of children zooming hither and about and squealing in delight.  “Things seem to be changing,” Elathain glanced over at his brother, finishing a long explanation of the current state of Ishgardian government, including the grumblings and praises of the houses of lord and commons. He himself remained strangely neutral on the subject, though really given he was a knight somehow that felt familiar to Lyrin’a.  “But are they really?” Was Keenaire’s reply, one brow raising somewhat. He stopped where they were, turning as if to look out over the area below them though his eyes remained on his brother. Arms crossed over the lancer’s chest and he shook his head, an amused huff leaving frost in the air.  “I jest. It’s hardly as if I have any right to question.” Elathain shrugged. “You’re still Ishgardian. I’d say thats enough reason to be concerned.” Their conversation drifted in and out as Lyrin’a watched people below them scurry about in the cold. There really was quite the division between poor and not, though it seemed less so here, in this new part of the city. Perhaps that was the point? It was.. heartening. Their Ser Aymeric was trying. This Francel fellow was trying. All these people, after thousands of years of war. They were trying. Despite everything they were going through, and all the things he knew were happening hidden away in the shadows, there were still good people trying. Failing at times, maybe, but it was the trying that mattered right? The keeper shivered despite himself, hunching a bit and curling arms around himself. Even the thick fur lined coat he’d donned specifically for this just simply wasn’t... blast it was cold. He started when he felt a hand on his shoulder but simply went a bit limp when he realized it was Keenaire pulling him in against him. The elezen didn’t pause in his conversation and Lyrin’a glanced up at him before curling in against the fur lined edging of the cloak he wore. He hadn’t even spent that much time in Coerthas after the snow but he barely seemed bothered by it. Maybe Ishgardians really were made of hardier stuff than most..

[ishgardian-nights]

Back Straight, Eyes Forward

“Back straight. Eyes forward. Here, let me see.” The charcoal was ran just at the top of his head, another line on the wall showing how he’d grown since last the knight had seen him. “Mmm..” Keenaire intoned thoughtfully, studying the marks that crawled up the wall even as his free hand remained resting on the tiny head of hair at his waist. “I think someone has been neglecting their greens, you’re as short as you were the last time we did this.”

“Am not!” Elathain whirled where he was to peer at the wall himself. “I can reach the middle shelf now!” 

“Oh ho, well pardon me. Clearly you’re ready for your own lance then.” He nearly laughed at the obstinate look that got. “I know, I know, you’re more of a sword fellow. Well.. then you might be interested in what’s in Dauntless’s pack…”

Elathain’s gasp of delighted surprise followed him further into the stables. An exclamation rang out a moment later when he’d found the wooden sword and shield wrapped in his brother’s travel cloak. Keenaire’s chuckling stole his attention briefly, as the tall knight leaned his arms on the stall railing. 

“Don’t let your mama see that. At least not until we’re called out again and I’m a few malms away, got it?”

“Got it.” He breathed, and gave the sword an experimental swing. 

                                                       ~~~~~

“Back straight. Eyes forward. Listen closely.” Elathain could feel beads of sweat running down his back. “You’re a courier are you not boy? Running hither and there with whatever deliveries you’re given?” 

“Yes Ser.” He could see Ser Aymond out of his peripherals but just barely. He dare not look anywhere but forward at the wall across the way and it’s elaborate painting of brave knights facing a massive dragon. 

“And you understand the importance of that task, and the grace given you by being chosen such a position?” 

“Yes Ser.” He swallowed. He knew what the elder knight meant. Thirteen was usually too old to be doing the work, the first in a very long line of jobs that if he were very lucky and very loyal might land him a position in a noble household someday. It was through meager connections he’d even been given the opportunity, despite the circumstances leading to his and his mother being in Ishgard. 

He hated it. He hated the Brume for how they teased him and he hated the high houses for how they shunned him. He was full of anger and resentment but with enough sense to bite it all back. Usually. He’d lost a lot of his faith in the span of five years. But he hadn’t lost his love of justice. Everything it was to be a knight like in the stories his father and brother had told him growing up. Fanciful or not, it was something to cling to.

Which was why he was here, stood in this office with this severe looking knight lord with sweat rolling down his neck. He’d punched a noble’s son for dangling some girl’s cat over the railing in the Pillars. Now he regretted even being in the area. His mother would kill him if Ser Aymond didn’t.

“You know, she really likes that cat.” 

It was the chuckle that threw him off guard. Elathain broke the rule he’d been given and turned his head to look at the knight lord. A gesture from the man and he was back where he’d started. 

“I know the Brume is warrant to that kind of altercation but it will not be tolerated elsewhere. You will repay the offense. With sweat and blood and tears.” Elathain felt his stomach drop. “You want to be a herald of justice so badly, then you shall become one.”

Ela’s mouth screwed up in confusion, eyes darting all around the painting in front of him. Cold sweat was turning to something he hadn’t thought he’d feel again: hope. 

“Your passion was noticed boy. You’ve been sponsored to begin training with the temple knights. Your benefactor has chosen to remain anonymous, of course, given your family history, but.. I think their generosity is worth your dedication don’t you?”

                                                     ~~~~~

Back straight. Eyes forward, he thought, ignoring the ache in his shoulder as he stood at attention. What had once been a goodly regiment of knights was thinned to a pitiful showing. Holes in rank showed where the many men gone would have stood, were they not in coffins draped in blue. Elathain found himself nearly alone in his own row, hand gripping the pommel of his sword until leather creaked. Names he knew rang out one by one. 

The battle at the Steps of Faith had been the culmination of his short career as a knight of Ishgard. Now things changed. Ser Aymeric promised reconstruction of more than just brick and mortar. The founding principles of their faith had been rocked so swiftly the weight of a thousand years felt as though it might crush him where he stood. 

Lies and greed. Old enemies he’d known all his life ruled some men’s hearts. And everything he was, everything his brothers in arms had been were based on lies and greed. How would history remember dragon killers now?

They’d done their duty. They’d paid with sweat and tears and blood for the love of their home. They’d been the brave men in Ser Aymond’s painting. Maybe that would be enough. 

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[hiraethwyl]

panglossian

The room was less familiar than the one he was used to. The walls were a different color, the beds pushed into a different order, even the contents of the shelfs were arranged to someone else’s preference. The infirmary at Priarch was different, but some things didn’t change.  “Yes, well, the good news is her condition hasn’t taken a turn for the worse and she doesn’t seem to be in pain.” “Thats a very panglossian attitude of you, considering the circumstances.” Keenaire’s voice slipped through the linkpearl, the fine tone of concern floated with forced levity. He could tell when the keeper was pushing positivity but he didn’t seem of the mind to try and blunt through it, not when there wasn’t the first damn thing he could do to about it.  “Well,” Lyrin’a leaned back in the chair he’d been occupying all night, “I can’t very well leave Teagan to be the one carrying the load of optimism alone all the time, can I?”  “I suppose not,” came the reply in something of a grunt. It sounded like Keenaire was walking. “Though she seems singularly suited for it. That, and she has a mean right hook.” “What on earth does that mean?” “Nothing. So you said your friend has Dauntless then? And he’s alright?” Lyrin’a’s mouth twisted a bit at the obvious change of topic but he relented. “There is no place he’d be taken better care of. I just hope you can afford to spoil him to the tastes he’s acquiring in Ishgard right about now.” There was a snort over the linkpearl. “Well I’m glad someone’s been enjoying themselves.”

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[hiraethwyl]

clamor

“What a pathetic little thing you are..”  The mewling was quite pitiful. Being about two sizes too small and soaked to the bone didn’t help either. Pausing on his way from the stables Keenaire knelt down to scoop up the wretched looking black kitten, holding it about the middle while it flailed sopping little legs and threw back it’s head for more squalling. The elezen glanced around. There were feral cats aplenty that roamed the chocobo stables, fed on mice and shrews and more than the occasional handout by the stablehands and patrons. It wasn’t unusual this time of year to find a gaggle of kittens waddling after their mother from place to place. But he didn’t see any now.  He turned an uncertain look at the little creature barely the size of his palm and wriggling about as if it had somewhere to be despite the fact it had been sitting in a puddle bawling it’s eyes out just moments earlier. Another, almost desperate, glance was thrown around the vicinity before he sighed. Well he couldn’t very well just leave it here in the rain. It took a moment of situating before the wet kitten was safely tucked into the inside of his coat. Not that it stayed there. By the time he’d stepped into his flat it had clawed it’s way up and out to perch on his shoulder, wobbling and peering about with too much interest for something that hadn’t figured out the concept of shelter yet.  Then the mewling began again. The clamor was even louder right next to his ear, insistent and droning. A put out noise left the elezen as he trudged toward the kitchen. Maybe if he fed it he could get some peace and quiet. He nearly turned around when he found Lyrin’a standing by the sink already staring at the doorway.  “Is that a kitten?” Keenaire frowned and then gestured toward the shrieking black ball of wet fur on his shoulder. “Or else I’ve found a new species of parrot.” Lyrin’a blinked back at him a moment before he leaned against the counter and raised his tea to his mouth. He watched Keenaire dig into the icebox. “You plan to keep it then.” Not a question. Keenaire shrugged noncommittally. That was a yes in the evasive Ishgardian’s language.  “What will you name it?” The miqo’te prodded, tone so very nonchalant. He was rewarded by a look of thought from Keenaire as he poured milk into a saucer, wincing when the kitten dug tiny claws into his arm and clambered to the countertop.  “Toulouse,” was the final answer. “Toulouse?” Lyrin’a repeated. “Thats oddly specific.” Keenaire shrugged, shoving the milk back into the ice chest. “It’s a common name for cats in Ishgard.” What Lyrin’a couldn’t and wouldn’t know was it had also been the name bequeathed to a stuffed chocobo plush by a dark haired little boy who’d followed him like a shadow so many years ago. 

[hiraethwyl]

matter of fact

He rolled and his stomach lurched, white hot agony shooting up his nerves like lightning. But pain had become such a constant bedfellow it only pulled a weary groan from between his lips. It hurt. Oh it hurt. But he couldn’t abide being abed like this any longer. If he didn’t get up, if he didn’t move, now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever find the will to do it. So he twisted, pulling himself about until he could sit, until he could grip the edge of the headboard and lean himself forward to look down and survey the damage. 

He paused there, sucking in desperate little gasps until the pain eased, until he could feel himself growing lightheaded and he forced his lungs to slow their rapid fire contracting. Finding him in a passed out heap by the bed would only give the healers more reason to deny his requests to move about. Eyes squeezed shut to keep the world from swaying and fraying at the edges. He inhaled slow, shaky, breaths, exhaling through his mouth because he hadn’t been able to breath through his nose in days. Weeks? Came with the crying unfortunately.  He felt less centered than rushed, the sound of quick footsteps brushing past the curtain to his little alcove pushing him from his brief reprieve. He had to hurry. Fingers digging into the bedpost he leaned, reaching out and only just managing to grasp the curve of the cane hooked over the nightstand beside him. A gift from.. someone. He didn’t recall. Faces and names swam together with grief and pain. But someone. Someone who at least knew his pride. He was a bit surprised the healers hadn’t whisked it away. Maybe they didnt think him this stupid. He dug the end of it onto the floor by his bed, leaning down on it before taking a bracing breath and pushing himself up. There was a moment of accomplishment, when he stood. Then his weight shifted and his body forgot about the cane. He wouldn’t have caught himself, the edges of the world going momentarily dark to blot out the ferocious pain. He dropped like a stone only to be caught before he hit the wooden floors. That hurt too. The slow drift of falling was jarred to a sudden halt and Lyrin’a wretched bile and broth with a miserable garbled sound.  The arm around his middle gently eased him backward until he could feel himself being settled onto the bed again. His head spun.  “You should at least wait until I’m here. The last thing you need is a concussion too,” Keenaire said matter of factly, reaching for a towel to drop over the spot of sickness on the floor. He stamped it with his boot lightly.  “I.. I can do this.” The keeper on the bed didn’t open his eyes, though he did raise an arm to wipe at his mouth, a disgusted look crossing his face for a moment. The taste of bile or setback- both burned horribly. 

[hiraethwyl]

where the heart is

“The leaves are edible, but you have to cut off all these spikes.. and then scoop out the thistly part. This down here is where the heart is. Thats the best part, really.” Lyrin’a tapped an area on the plant head vaguely around the top of the stem. 

Keenaire looked dubious. “Seems like a lot of work for not much reward to me.”

“Did you not have these in Coerthas? They like cool summers, I would think they would do well enough.” Lyrin’a raised one of the hefty looking plant heads up for Keenaire to see. The Ishgardian frowned at it from where he stood against the counter drinking coffee. 

“I can’t say as I would know. Didn’t really do the gardening myself.” The keeper tsked. “Everyone should know where their food comes from.” He sounded a bit disappointed at his friend’s clear lack of interest but turned back to the cutting board all the same.  Keenaire’s eyes drifted toward the ceiling briefly. Fury give me patience. Pushing away from the counter he moved to peer over Lyrin’a’s shoulder. “Well assuming you intend to let me eat it, tell me where it’s from.” The instant brightening he got nearly vanished the weary way in which he’d approached. It very nearly reminded him of Elathain’s exuberance to show him some new thing that caught his eye. Keenaire smiled despite himself when the keeper turned back to the plant and began pointing out it’s different parts. 

[ishgardian-nights]

a Keenaire by @liminal-storage​

[ishgardian-nights]

[hiraethwyl]

Dauntless

The barding was a pale yellow instead of the bright blue he’d worn so many years ago but if you’d asked him, and if he’d been able to see himself, he might have said it stood out even more strikingly against his black feathers. As it was, he would have to rely on his companion to tell him as much. Which he did, as always, preening over the large bird as he situated the harness over its head. A metal tag stamped onto the leather read Dauntless, a fitting name for the loyal companion of a knight of Ishgard. It stood out slightly in the Shroud. He’d taken to calling him Less, but the chocobo didn’t think any less of him for it. In fact he rather liked it. Large, round eyes watched the elezen as he retrieved the saddle from the post it rested on, having already laid the yellow standard across his back. He looked far away despite the gentle hand that rubbed the bird’s neck and so carefully fit all his tack just so. Tilting his head, the chocobo gave a soft kweh of concern. What bothers you so my friend?  But he knew. It took but a glance at the wall of his stall and the harness left long to hang on it’s peg to know why his master’s thoughts were not here with him. The man who’s hand had held those reigns would never pick them up again. His own stable mate taken at the same moment.  They grieved together, for a time. But chocobos lives are shorter than men and even grief must end. Still worry was not beyond him, and he snaked his head back to bump Keenaire’s arm affectionately. I’m still here, he seemed to say. 

[abzu2]

... cultivating a more open heart throughout this hologram ~ Le'Vell Zimmerman

… cultivating a more open heart throughout this hologram ~ Le’Vell Zimmerman

  As you continue to expand your energy field through cultivating a more open heart throughout this hologram your sensitivity to life itself is increasing. This increase of awareness is allowing you to consciously connect with aspects of creation that Earth humanity has been “numb” to consciously for many thousands of year on such a level. Not only are you communicating more fluidly with those of…

[abzu2]

Self mastery is in ceasing to "seek" what is already within ~ Le'Vell Zimmerman

Self mastery is in ceasing to “seek” what is already within ~ Le’Vell Zimmerman

  Connecting with the divine heart space more is a constant practice with those focusing on grounding themselves beyond the Ego mind identity. The more grounded you are, the less questions you entertain in recognizing the nature of this mental activity. Spiritual maturity comes with a sense of confidence and trust in your creation, where your intentions and expansion in awareness are natural with…