#selfrelection

[lifeonamission-blog]

2020

Hey!! Stop!!!

Yes, you Stop,

**Hello I am 2020, **

Obviously you know me,

Must be cursing me,

you spent lots to welcome me,

Must be thinking what about all those to do lists which you made at the start of this year,

Must be thinking, Can I just skip 2020.

Well, that’s the problem,

Like Birth and Death, you can’t skip,

Your bad luck, you can’t skip me either.

What all name you gave me,

Lockdown, lockdown 2.O

And now my new name is lockdown 3.O,

Well this is the time open your eyes,

Use your all five senses and look around your self,

I, 2020, am giving you opportunity to make the better version of yours 2.O.

**You always thought that you are the master, **

You are the painter,

Yes, but of your destiny!!

**Now fill the colors in your life, **

And see how beautiful is life,

**Don’t run away, **

Don’t always chase,

It’s better to stop, pause sometimes.

It’s time to heal,

Heal yourself,

Let universe heal itself,

**Heal your relationship, **

Look around yourself,

How better the world is!!

Now when you have learnt the biggest lesson,

Now you know the meaning of normal,

Normal is whatever life or universe throws at you,

You readily accept and challenge them,

Win, win in the END is important.

**So when again you’ll start running **

To your workplace, making plans for next holiday,

then, then just stop,

Join your family for a meal,

Laugh and share your life,

Cook for your roommate,

Clean your house,

And

And Smile as a cause.

Indeed, life is beautiful,

In this way also,

Embrace, love and be grateful,

Life and Death is the only rule.

I, 2020, eagerly waiting for your version of 2.O,

Write your golden story,

Which you will cherish,

In the time to come.

Let me finish with this story

A tourist visited a Sufi,

He was astonished to see Sufi’s room,

Only furniture he had was a mat and a lamp.

Tourist asked, “Sufi, Where’s your furniture?”

Sufi, “Where is yours?”

Tourist, “Mine? But I am only a visitor here.”

Sufi: “So am I.”

Your well wisher

** 2020.**

[indigoparadise]

I’m gradually learning how to surrender myself. Surrendering to the need to have control; the need to manipulate the outcome. I’m learning to let go of resistance and enter the void of uncertainty and possibility. I’m learning how to live authentically; to be unabashedly and unapologetically who I am in this moment. I’m allowing myself to be guided by love. I’m learning how to speak lovingly to myself and acknowledge my flaws not as a weakness but as a part of my formation. I’m learning how to forgive myself and to forgive others. I’m inviting compassion into my life and allowing ease and softness to permeate and transform my old ways. I’m learning to voice myself with integrity and truth. I’m learning how to be my own best friend, my own true love. I’m exploring the deep caverns of my soul and maneuvering my way through the darkness. I’m learning how to accept the things I cannot change and trusting that all is orchestrating itself for my highest good and evolution into my most elevated self. With each decision I make no matter how seemingly mundane or monumental, I am trusting every stage of my journey. I am allowing myself to fully immerse into the process of metamorphosis. Shed. Evolve. Repeat. I’m learning to recognize the simplicity and beauty present in each day.

I take responsibility for the role of creator of my experience and I am grateful for every moment that helped change me and grow me into the souls I am today. I surrender my mind. I surrender my body. I embrace the all pervading, timeless, formless, flow of my spirit and consciousness. I devote myself to my Self, my Selves. I’m learning that it’s more important to be kind rather than right. I accept my lessons in this lifetime and dedicate myself to love and ascension. I am honored to call this body and this planet my home. I am grateful for the breath that animates my body, the light that touches my skin, the souls that touch my life, and the humming beat of the heart that occupies my ribs. Thank you dearly for this beautiful life, I cherish every day of it.

[daisymillustration]

REPRESENTING - ME. Paint and felt tip all over me because art is messy. Cat ears because my fur baby is my life (Shout out to Barbara, I do it for you). A bee charm for my home, my identity and for the best city on earth, Manchester. Because women. Enough said. Music notes for all the songs that have saved me, the choir family I’d be lost without and for the love I’ve found through sound. #dizzylouhq #selfrelection #manchester #thisisme #selfloveillustration (at Lancashire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdbozutroEJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anythingnotexpensive]

"Bakit walang bumibili saakin?" "bakit sa iba parang dali lang nilang makabenta?" "bakit sila laging sold out?" "Bakit ako laging bumibili ng paninda e di ko naman laging nababawi ang puhunan"

These are my thoughts while staring at my unsold items. Why I always try to sell something even though it always fail in the end from lipstick, mask, shades,castor oil, sports bra and clothes. I feel sad and devastated for a while but I've learned to hold myself together. I've gathered my thoughts and try to organize it. Maybe this is life is what trying to teach me to open my eyes and heart to accept that I cannot have everything at once. That no matter how hard you've try regardless if you win or lose if this not what you want to do at the end you will still fail. And to familiarize myself on my strength and weaknesses and not to conform myself and fit my dreams to what others dream. And I've realized that I've been trying so hard to achieve what success means in this generation. I thought if I start my business this early and be successful I can do things on my own without people judging my own choices because I've already given them the meaning of their so called success by that I don't have to prove anything anymore. This is just me reminding that don't be so hard on yourself if you failed on something. We have to accept that hindi lahat para sa pagnenegosyo,hindi lahat para sa pagsasayaw, hindi lahat magaling magluto. Hindi lahat kaya mo. Hindi ka para sa lahat pero walang masamang subukan at hanapin kung saan ka magaling. Huwag mong limitahan ang sarili mo sa milyong-milyong posibilidad. Maari kang mapagod pero huwag na huwang kang mauubos. Maari kang magkamali at mas lalo maaring kang matuto. Hindi pagaaksaya ng oras ang pagsubok sa mga bagay na di ka sigurado. Sa pagsubok, pagbagsak at pagka tuto dito natin mas nakikila ang ating mga sarili. Kung ano ang ating kalakasan at kahinaaan. Kung ano ang dapat palakasin at bitawan.

[selinapfruener]

From my #exhibition #project #munaqabba #multimedia #installation Wir erleben uns oft 
erst in der Abgrenzung 
zu anderen. 
Wie stark muss ich mich von anderen abheben um eine Eigendefinition zu erreichen? 
Und inwieweit bedroht mich Andersartigkeit in meinem Selbstbild? In her project photographer Selina Pfrüner sets out on a journey, against her own mindset boundaries. She seeks confrontation with the fears and irritations that the unknown triggers in us, and deals with the realities of the life of fully veiled women in Germany. In Portraits and Interviews she gains access to their everyday lives, their faith, discovers similarities and differences – reflecting on how the otherness of others influences us. #munaqabba - Frau in #Vollverschleierung Deutschland 2018 #ausstellungsprojekt #ausstellung #niqab #islam #art #munaqabah #munaqaba #selfrelection @ #groupexhibition SELF REFLECTION #photoszene #photoszene2018 September 14th-30th, 2018 @ AZE, Köln @artrmx #selinapfruener https://www.instagram.com/p/BqXKbs3AMFd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a80hgfzf9plb

[sscascades]

Difficult situations demand careful consideration of our actions, decisions and behaviour. 👫⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ As we experience 🧐change in the way we work, educate and communicate in new normal, it is important to pause and self-reflect as you inch back toward modified life to eliminate unproductive choices or habits🧐⏸⏯⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ How often do you free up your mental space through self -reflection?🤔👼⠀⠀ .⠀⠀ .⠀⠀ Read my new blog post (link in☝️bio) ⠀⠀ 👉how self reflection improves your sense of self👈⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Honest self-reflection opens your mind to change & freedom💕💫⠀⠀ .⠀⠀ .⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #mindfulmoments #selfrelection #selfawareness #findyourtrueself #newnormal #wellness #emotionalwellbeing #selfdiscovery #selfdiscoveryjourney https://www.instagram.com/p/CGmPRxiMaU0/?igshid=ppcsdqn4tgpp

[portliowerk]

[briluv50]

When your on a zoom; and everyone wants to go on, but it’s already at the max of 100! 👏🏻😆 While we are still “Safer at Home”, it’s important to feel a sense of belonging! I love having a connection with these beautiful ladies! ❣️ Today I think there were a few of us that she’d a tear, including myself! One of the gals who actually told me about this wonderful opportunity about a year and a half ago, was emotional and overjoyed for all we have become! It’s one of those things that can’t be put into words; you could hear it in her voice, the joy that brings one to tears! 😢 While this whole time of being home has brought much uncertainty to many of us; it’s been a time of self-reflection, and self-improvement. It’s amazing to have so much support, and see all of the support not just on my team, but every other team in this business! I wake up each day with a purpose. And I’ve learned that it’s not about how fast you build your team, or make a rank, or earn that bonus; it’s about the Journey! 🌼🌺🌼🌺🌼🌺🌼🌺🌼🌺🌼🌺 I love you gals @jennysanzo @danaloveshair @jeandlugosh @judydickensonceo @sami0601 @to_the_moon_and_back23_ @melissastroulis @toniliparilosada (I apologize if I wasn’t able to tag you all)! 😘 #blessthisteam #blessedtobepartofthisteam #wakeupwithapurpose #iwokeup #lovethisjourney #supportingeachother #icriedalittle #lovethesegirls #itsaboutthejourney #monatgratitude #selfrelection #selfmotivate #joyandtears #itmademyday #likeaboss #saferathome #timesofuncertainty #zoommeeting #zoomlife (at Aurora, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_q8_adJXXk/?igshid=jnw5pmiap23j

[aprilmcahill]

April 2, 2020: Where is my home?

The word home can be interpreted so many different ways. It can refer to a specific place, a person, or a feeling of belonging.

"Home” was not a destination for me. None of the houses I lived in growing up gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling of home. My parents divorce when I was young caused me great confusion on what home was supposed to be. One of my earliest memories is of my mother & father arguing in our kitchen over her leaving. Why would my mom want to leave our home?

Once the divorce was settled & we began to adjust to our new life as a separated family, I lost all sense of belonging and security. My father became a whole new person and so did my mom. Between both parents, my brother and I moved 13 times (luckily for us, it was in the same area. Both parents wanted us to stay at the same school, so we were blessed in that aspect). 

Through all those houses and apartments that I lived in, not one ever felt like home. Home was a place that I thought you could walk into and feel the love pouring out. I thought your home was filled with people who wanted to hear about your day, comfort you when you’re hurting, people were happy to see you when you walked through the door.

Now, my parents were in no way physically abusive. Mentally, yes. Emotionally, yes. My father spent more time with whores & booze than he cared to spend with us (eventually choosing that lifestyle, but we won’t discuss that now). My mother worked like a motherfucker. She worked 80+ hours a week as a single mom, getting 0 in child support, taking care of a home and two kids. The woman was burnt out, exhausted, and in her own way didn’t feel a sense of purpose or belonging. Who was she to blame for that? I remember Christmas when I was 9  or 10- she had to work Christmas Eve into half the day Christmas day & I was going to be home with my younger brother. She had showed me where the Christmas presents were & it was my job to stuff the stockings and put out the gifts when my brother fell asleep (this sounds sad, but to be honest it was one of the best holidays I ever had with my little brother). 

My mother wasn’t trying to be mean- she had no idea the impact her words and actions would have on me. She has no idea about the fact that I walked into our home so many times wanting and needing her to be there to comfort me, hold me, laugh with me, and cry with me. Every time I went to her, she was too exhausted and typically turned into a lecture when I just wanted to be understood. 

To be completely honest, I didn't find my sense of home until I met my boyfriend, Jeff. We’ve been together for a little over three years now. You’d think I found my sense of home when we moved into our first house together- but it was actually when I moved in with him in his dad’s basement. 

Starting out our relationship, we were like any other couple. Always wanting to be together. Four months into our relationship, Jeff went to his dad and asked if I could move in with them. Thankfully, his dad said yes. 

Initially, it was awkward. I mean moving in with your boyfriend and his dad is going to be right? But after a few weeks, I realized that I was feeling happy on my way home. I was excited to walk in and see Jeff there, happy to see me. It was so refreshing to walk into a house and have someone genuinely want to talk to me. Know about me, my day, my choices, my food. We would have dinner together- me, Jeff, and his dad. We would talk about our day & the funny cartoons in the paper. It was family dinner that I had never been apart of.

I learned the value of the word “home” during the years we spent living with Jeff’s dad. I learned that home is more than a place you live- it is a feeling that you get when you’re surrounded by people that love & care about you. It’s a feeling of belonging, of trust, of security, and stability. 

Now that we live in a house of our own, I have made it my intention that every person who walks through my door feels that they belong here. Every person knows that being here means they are cared about. I am here to love and comfort anyone I welcome into my home. A sense of “home” has been one of the greatest blessings I’ve been given this year.

[histru-ly]

Be yourself! That’s fine. It’s healthy. But ask yourself-is who you are who God wants you to be? #selfrelection #selfrespect #selfcare #HelpMeJesus #positivity https://www.instagram.com/p/B0J4dhNnV27/?igshid=n42d3rv2g6p8

[singlemamamarried]

Last favorite pic, shot by none other than the most supportive man ever. #myHusbae Let’s talk #Support I never imagine ever having support the way this man supports me naturally, and effortlessly. I have a lot of past traumas that I still carry with me that I’m still unlearning and it’s hard sometimes to let go of that control.. it’s hard to accept that a man can really love you wholeheartedly, unapologetically, authentically, and most importantly vulnerability. Because it’s so unheard of I sometimes create these scenarios in my head and allow these thoughts to run my mind that it eventually starts to fuck with my mental.. I recognize that I subconsciously push that on the man who supports and love me most. Because I been hurt so deep in my past that it’s hard sometimes to keep those insecurities out.. sometimes it seeks in. Then I’m reminded when I look at these pictures that my husband took of me. I #SelfRelect after a great convo with my #TwowordStory Queen.. and I hype myself up, I remind myself thru these pictures how talented I am, that I’m able to #HandSew my own maternity dress, I take notice that I don’t require makeup to make me feel good. Hell I’m carrying my 3rd child and I steady snap the fuck back, I’m actually smart AF and always been successful, in my careers, my businesses ventures, and soon in my non-profit passion. I might not look like a fucken #Goddess everyday but there’s one thing that’s for certain. I’m irreplaceable. And while I may have flaws like everyone... I’m worth it. And sometime I need to adjust my own crown when it tilts ~> 👸🏽 #imDone #CarryOn #motherhood #motherhoodunplugged #maternityphotography #maternityshoot #maternityfashion #babybump #bumpupdate #bellybump #pregnant #pregnancyannouncement #pregnantbelly #pregnancyphotoshoot #pregnancy #phillyphilly #philly #phillyphotographer #PhillyMoms #fallmaternitypictures #fallmaternity (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH6ilapgT7-/?igshid=x2e3hhvr1dxn

[djmophatt]

This doesn't equate. • Break away from being the #victim. Focus on positive thoughts. Accept responsibility, learn from it, then move on. Don't drown yourself on "the wrong". Consume yourself with "what can go right" • Only YOU can measure success. Don't give that power to anyone. #latenightthoughts #teamdjmophatt #selfrelection

[dribblefrommymind]

03.27.17

My greatest enemy is myself. Such I have known for a long time. Yet what is it that burdens me? Who, or what rules this malevolent dictator inside me? Can he be overcome? should he be overcome? For so long I’ve lamented his existence without once realizing that he must be confronted. Perhaps we have done battle but never have I ventured,sword in hand, to combat this greatest of adversaries. The existential burden, of being thy own worst enemy, of being the only true obstacle to greatness and actualization. Now I shall confront this adversary and return stronger. Firstly, I must name my foe, the negative aspects of self, my opponent. He is not a shadow, for he lurks within. What is his name? Self, Shadow, Me? My passenger? No, he is not distinct from me, but part of me. Perhaps shadow is the term, yet I fear it is inadequate, for this man is weak and timid despite his power, not a capacity within I must control. I know not what to name him other than self. He is not my entirety, not my being, only a fragment. But he must be named. And So I call himself. To confront oneself, such is the goal. What stops me from achieving my highest goals? The goals that one propelled me through existence, once drove me as a master over a horse. Spurred me onwards despite all obstacles. Who’s fear  had harnessed to manifest within me. Perhaps my first question is how such a state left me, perhaps here I find my first adversary. Why did I shy from the burden of my goals? Was it pain, was the pain of desire simply to great? Couple desire with confusion and chaos can permit. Should I remind myself of that darkest of times? Yet surely darkest despair is not the answer. The pain felt from the consequence of desire coupled with a lack of ability to obtain it. Do I desire my goals less now than I did? It is too difficult to see, clouded by the fog of my current being. I want the goals, yet my pursuit has gotten lazy. That is my feeling. My current being would argue that the problem was simply far more complex than I understood. The path is easy to tread when it is clear, yet perhaps the path is overgrown and winding, splitting and numerous. Or is this explanation an excuse? The treachery of self; how difficult this journey is! To even know what is true within is of itself a feat. What is the path forward? Am I on it? Where does it lead? Such questions haunted me for so long, laboring every step and burdening every action. Was that any way to be? Perhaps not. More often than not I was paralyzed by inaction, and frustrated by that very inaction. Frustrated by my own inability to act. Such is the nature of the self i wish t overcome. That unstoppable force of being that prevents action that aspect of myself that prevents. The part of me that has no thoughts, and cannot write. The part of me that does nothing and creates waste. How to I best him? Sloth is not my enemy, it is his result. I fear not work or effort, rather I revel in it. It is a deeper evil within me. Is he a critic? Is he perhaps a truth? No, he is inadequacy. Indeed his name is self. He is my current form, he is the very aspects of myself between who I am and who I wish to be. Pain, thy name is self. He is who must be beaten to achieve fullness of being. The parts of me that must be vanquished to attain my true self, my higher self. Now, what is he? My lack, I respond. Name them! My lack of creativity. No, that is the wrong phrase. My lack of ability to create. Where does it come from? Have I not all manner of time and inspiration? Have i not satisfied the necessities of my current being? Again the enemy is within. It is the self that looks back from he blank page. The  void. The part of me that looks to consume and not create. the part of me that is inarticulate, the part of me that is empty. To be my full self, I must write and create, most deeply I must write. To craft ideas out of nothing, to will into being something worth being. Such is to actualize myself. I have been gifted with the deepest aspects of my purpose. I now see the “what” I must strive for, the reason behind my actions, and yet I am rendered lame by my own inability to do just that. The themes course through me and yet the scenes, the story, never comes. Why? Is it my lack of input? Or perhaps the wrong input? Do I consume incorrectly? That, coupled with my own artistic shortcomings. So frequently am I dissatisfied with my own work, or worse my lack of work. My own lack of ideas. Where does this void emerge from? And how do I best it. How many times must I ask this same question!  Why does he remain so elusive? So enigmatic, the enemy of my creativity. Yet another attribute: the enemy of creativity. My enemy is that which prevents me from creating work I am satisfied with. When my work proceeds as I desire, that is my actualization. Certainly I may never achieve my ideal, yet to walk the path towards it is the greatest of exploits. Yet again I find myself dancing around this problem. I see myself dodging the very target I am aiming for. What is it? What is that which prevents creativity and prevents my self-actualization. What is it within me that halts ideas and creates obstacles? I can see its effects run through me and yet I have no view of the thing itself. As the singularity can only be viewed by its bent space and never directly observed. How can I defeat this foe if I cannot even see him? Where can my dagger land in darkness? Surely this is no small task, to identify this obstacle, as no doubt has been contended with for centuries by many men. But why is it so easy for some?  Is it that I have some warped perception that creates difficulty? or is it an innate problem with myself? No, each has their own journey. I believe I must build myself into the man that is free of such worries. There must be a process to get there. Is it to simply try regardless of the result? To create regardless of quality or meaning? Let go of any purpose? A brutal battle this is. Even now I feel frustration, and self-hate                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             banging at the walls. I suppose I’ll call this progress for today.

[litupness]

Beyond Games - presentation by Kelly Vero

Beyond Games – presentation by Kelly Vero

Catching up on talks from @BeyondGamesbiz – totally agree 2021 feels like 1992 @electricgeisha & thank you for including my latest telematic artwork ‘into the rose garden’ using 4D volumetric capture, realtime #EEG & #selfrelection with @GoGenieMo. And I totally adore the film mentioned here by Wim Wenders ‘Until the end of the world’. Zoom presentation give by Kelly Vero May 11th, rom the event…

[spaghettipaparazzi]

The big wanhua (Monga) ° ° ° ° ° #wanhua #taipeicity #selfrelection #taipeilife #street_focus_on #street_perfection #streetleague #streetframe #streetscene #citylove #citiesoftheworld #cityporn #cityscape #urbanlights #urbanexploration #urbanlife #taipei🇹🇼 #taipeiview #taipeitravel #taipei2018 #capturestreets #capturethemoment #life_is_street #citytraffic #motorbiker #framez #streetsoftaipei #x100f https://ift.tt/2tLIKU7

[the-unbothered-goddess]

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I care more about my relationship with my inner being.. More than anything else. If I am not ALIGNED with myself I have nothing to offer anyone. #SelfRelection👁 🔻👑♀⚕🦋🦉 TEA... I Drink that SAGE, I burn that CYSTALS, I tote that BOOKS, I read that THE UNIVERSE, I trust that #SelfReflection SelfRelection👁 🔻👑♀⚕🦋🦉 Asè 𓁧𓂀𓆃𓉢👁🔻👑🌬🧿♒☯️🕉⚛Mer●Ka●Ba (at Aligned) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEF3kwVBw7w/?igshid=6b8gdg16aesa