My Lord Apollo, Lord of the Sun, of Dance and Music, of Poetry and Art, of Herbs and Flowers and Healing, Protector of Seers and Bringer of the Light that illuminates the Future, Greatest Player of the Lyre, Greatest of Archers, Upholder of Justice and Averter of Evil.
Please hear my call.
Illuminate this night and ward of the darkness that seeks to invade my thoughts and emotions. Lend me your light and bring joy and warmth back to my life. Let the spring of my creativity well up once again, so it may bring to flourish art and writing as it once used to.
Heal what has been wounded in me, cure what has been infested by the sickness brought into my life.
Heal my body, this pain, this fatigue, that plagues me. These fevers and inflammations.
Hold me in your protective and healing embrace and guide my path towards a brighter future.
Let your song fill my life, let it ring from my lips in passion, in joy, in beautiful emotions.
And please, keep safe my heart and my soul; these most vulnerable parts of me, that endured so much and need a gentle healer's touch, to wake up and mend.
Don't let go of me, be with me every step of the way. I do not know where I'm heading, so I want to trust you, to guide me to safety, light and warmth and joy, to a place of healing. 🌄
मेरी भव-बाधा हरौ, राधा नागरि सोइ।
जा तन की झाँई परैं, स्यामु हरित-दुति होइ॥
या अनुरागी चित्त की, गति समुझै नहिं कोइ।
ज्यौं-ज्यौं बूड़ै स्याम रँग, त्यौं-त्यौं उज्जलु होई॥
- Dr Devang H Dattani
"Although I have completely subjected myself to sin and am unworthy of heaven, of earth and of this passing life, even though I am a slave to delights and have disgraced Your image, yet I still do not lose hope in salvation, wretched as I am, for You have made and fashioned me. I place my hope in Your boundless mercy and approach You."
When someone cries, I think they pray to their souls
Mother says souls exist, so does heaven and hell. Mother scolds me everyday because I never pray. Mother says I am too arrogant for not submitting to God.
I always quarrel back. Religion is a delusion, I say, rebellion roaring in my eyes and spreading across my veins.
Later in the week, when guilt, desperation and worries choke me and I can't breathe, I secretly go to the praying room in the middle of the night. To cry. I look in the eyes of the God and breakdown into tears. Because that's how I pray. That's how I pray to my soul. To the God that keeps my heart beating. That's how I pray for forgiveness from the God that gives me life.
He also told this illustration to some who trusted in their own righteousness and who considered others as nothing:
“Two men went up into the temple to pray, the one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.
The Pharisee stood and began to pray these things to himself, ‘O God, I thank you that I am not like everyone else—extortioners, unrighteous, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give the tenth of all things I acquire.'
But the tax collector, standing at a distance, was not willing even to raise his eyes heavenward but kept beating his chest, saying, ‘O God, be gracious to me, a sinner.’
I tell you, this man went down to his home and was proved more righteous than that Pharisee. Because everyone who exalts himself will be humiliated, but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.”
OK, so someone inspired me to start writing and even though that someone isn't talking to me rn and I hope well for them, I still want to share this work because why not.
I have always been a shipper of Soolili.
Soowon x lili is free from all the superficial aspects of relationships that I normally see in a shoujo story. And I simply wanted to write because this idea has been in my head but I couldn't draw it. However, it has been described well from an artists perspective. This is what I imagine when I'm drawing. The details are floodingggg innnnnnn.
ANYWAYS.......So here is MY VERY FIRST FIC EVER TO ANY FANDOM.🙈
Here is a sneak peak of the fic. Hope u enjoy. I will soon post it here and on AO3. So, read along and cheer along and lemme know your thoughts.
If you ever seem to be sliding back into the very thing you’ve already been set free of, don’t even waste time getting discouraged. Often what seems like the same old thing coming back again may be a new layer surfacing that needs to come off. You’re not going backwards—you are going deeper.