The Smallest Things

Sometimes the simplest gestures, smallest compliments or just knowing that someone is thinking about you can be enough to a make you smile for the rest of the day...

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Artist Credit: Shinya Okayama

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Allow your Heart

Allow your heart to feel deeply, even when it hurts. There’s a quiet strength in letting yourself feel every small ache and joy, in opening up to the raw emotions that sometimes seem too heavy to carry. True courage isn’t found in hardening yourself against pain, but in embracing vulnerability as a part of who you are, a willingness to experience the full spectrum of life, even when it leaves you feeling fragile.

When you let your heart feel, each tear and every burst of laughter becomes a brushstroke in the portrait of your resilience. It’s not an act of weakness but an honest declaration that you are alive, that you are capable of transformation. In those moments when you allow yourself to be seen in all your messiness and beauty, you discover that the pain eventually gives way to growth, and the scars left behind become the subtle script of your strength.

R.M. Drake 🍃

Artist Credit: Otto Kim

Don't Wait

Don’t wait til I’m gone

And then stand up to speak

About all the things 

That you loved about me

Don’t sing all my praises

Through all of your tears

When I am no longer 

Beside you to hear

Don’t leave all that love

Like a secret unsaid

But tell me tomorrow

Or right now instead

And I’ll tell you too

Of the things I admire

About who you are

And how much you inspire

I’ll speak from my heart

Whilst you’re still here to know

“You are” not “you were”

Or “it used to be so”

I’ll speak of your light

Whilst you’ll still hear the words

And not leave that love

In the darkness, unheard

So tell me tomorrow

Or right now - don’t wait

Because we don’t know 

When it might be too late

Because we don’t know

When our time might be up

And we need to hear - while we are here -

How we’re loved.....

✍️Becky Hemsley

Life and Love

Life moves so swiftly. One moment blends into the next, and before we know it, whole chapters have passed. We chase tasks, meet deadlines, check boxes—and yet, the things that matter most often go unsaid. The tender words. The quiet affirmations. The love that lives just behind the lips, waiting for a moment to be spoken.

But time, though precious, offers no guarantees. The people we hold dear won’t always be within reach. That’s why we must not wait. We must be brave enough to say what our hearts are already whispering: “I love you. You matter to me.”

These aren’t just words. They’re lifelines. They soften edges, heal old wounds, and remind us we’re not alone in this world. When spoken sincerely, they carry a power that far outweighs any grand gesture. A simple sentence. A gentle touch. An honest, “I’m grateful for you.” These are the moments we’ll remember when everything else fades.

So let’s not withhold what was meant to be shared. Let’s speak our love while we can, fully and freely. Let’s send messages at midnight, leave voicemails that tremble with truth, look people in the eye and say, “You’re important to me.”

Because in the end, it’s not the achievements or the schedules we’ll treasure—it’s the love we gave and received. It’s the warmth we left behind in the hearts of others. Let that be our legacy: And let it begin now!

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Mary had a little lamb

In 1816, during the infamous "Year Without A Summer," an 11-year-old girl named Mary Sawyer from Boston stumbled upon an abandoned lamb, shivering in the cold. With the summer unusually cold and crops failing, the little lamb had been left behind by its mother, struggling to survive. Mary, filled with compassion, took the lamb in, despite her father's hesitation, and nurtured it through the night, warming it by the fire. Her tender care gave the fragile creature a fighting chance, and soon it grew stronger, becoming more than just a rescued animal—it became her loyal companion.

As the lamb thrived, it became inseparable from Mary, following her everywhere she went. One day, much to the surprise of her classmates, the lamb accompanied her to school, creating quite a spectacle. The sight of the lamb trotting along with Mary inspired a local teacher, Sarah Josepha Hale, to pen the now-famous nursery rhyme, "Mary Had a Little Lamb." The rhyme immortalized the unusual friendship and captured the sweetness of the lamb's devotion, making it one of the most beloved children's songs ever written.

The story of Mary and her little lamb touched hearts across generations, becoming a symbol of kindness, perseverance, and the bond between humans and animals. As Mary grew older, she fondly remembered her days with the lamb, a faithful friend who had followed her through one of the most difficult years in history. Their story endures as a timeless reminder of the power of compassion, the unspoken connections we share with animals, and the joy that comes from selfless acts of care.

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On Loan

Our loved ones are only here on loan.

At some point we all have to return home.

So accept each for who they are, and understand that they have their own mistakes to make, and their own journey to fulfil.

None of us know how long we will get to spend on this earth plane, or when our journey will become complete,

So appreciate the time you have together in this moment. 

Offer love and understanding rather than criticism, and be there to encourage each other.

One day you may find you have to continue your journey without a person that has meant so much to you, so treasure their presence for the time you have been loaned, and learn to forgive. 

For none of us know the life purpose of another,

all we can do is love them for who they are ...

C.E. Coombes 🌿 Serendipity Corner 

Artist Credit : Ramakina

One day

"One day you will walk this path without me," her grandmother said.

"And when that day comes remember this - there was a time I used to walk this path with my grandmother, and a time she used to walk it with hers. 

Though people come and go the presence of their love remains forever etched in the footprints they leave behind; the sound of their laughter will always echo in the wind; the warmth of their embrace will always be felt in the gentle rays of the sun warming your soul; the light they brought to your life will always shine in the brightest stars illuminating the night sky.

So, know you will never truly walk alone for those who came before you walk forever by your side; they live forever in your heart."

From: Beyond the Clouds

Lit the match

Hurting a good heart

When you hurt someone with a good heart, the impact isn't always loud or obvious. They won’t lash out or make a scene. No drama, no vengeance. Instead, they carry the pain quietly...letting it settle inside like a shadow...while still offering kindness to those around them.

They move forward as if nothing changed.

But something has.

The way they once trusted you starts to unravel...not in one moment, but slowly, silently. Not out of bitterness, but from the quiet acceptance that the love and trust they gave so freely has been taken for granted.

They distance themselves...not to punish you, but to protect their peace. Because they know they can’t keep pouring their heart into a space where it’s not valued.

These are the people who loved deeply, who gave without expecting, who saw your flaws and stayed anyway.

When their trust is broken, it doesn’t come with fire. It fades like a light that once burned bright, now dimmed beyond repair. They may still smile. They may still care. But they will never see you the same way again.

And when they walk away, it won’t be dramatic.

It’ll be quiet. Permanent. Unshakable.

So if you have someone like that in your life...someone who gives you their heart without holding back...don’t wait until they’re gone to realize what you had. Because once that kind of soul lets go, there's no going back.

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Grief

Grief isn’t just a feeling—it’s a shift, a deep change inside where something once lived but now feels missing.

It doesn’t just hurt—it unsettles you. It creates a space where love used to be, and that space echoes with silence.

At first, it can feel like too much, like a pain that might never end.

But slowly, the sharp edges soften. The wound begins to heal, even if the scar always stays.

And that’s the truth—you don’t simply “get over” grief. You carry it. You grow around it.

The love you felt doesn’t disappear. It changes.

It lives on in old photos, shared laughter, familiar places, and quiet moments when your heart reaches for what used to be.

Grief isn’t something to hide or feel ashamed of.

It’s proof that something deeply meaningful existed.

It means you loved. You cared. You connected.

There’s no right way to grieve.

Some days you’ll feel okay. Others, not so much. And that’s perfectly normal.

Let yourself feel it. Let yourself remember.

Grief is sacred—it’s love, still living, in a different form.

With time, you’ll find peace—not because you forget, but because you learn to carry both love and loss in the same heart.

#LOveAndLoss #MyxUsama #GriefHealing #QuietStrength #LoveLingers #SacredLoss #FeelDeeply #CarryOn #EmotionalTruth #HealingJourney #HeartacheLove #MemoryLives #SilentTears #GentleReminder #HoldOn #RealFeelings #LossLove

Yesterday

I knew a place called Yesterday, Where once I used to live.

Nobody there would turn away Their time, they'd always give.

Everyone looked out for you ,As you did the same for them,

In that place called Yesterday, I can still remember when.

People never had anything much What they did have, it was shared.

They always waved and gave a smile, That's how we knew they cared.

We used to call it mucking in, That's what it was all about.

It was easier to help each other When all you had was nowt.

Now I live here in the Present, In a street of those unknown,

Whose life is so much easier they keep it close to home.

Yes, I was raised in Yesterday Where we always had respect.

Here in this place called Present I find it suffering from neglect.

They know

Us, then and now

We're Called 'the Baby Boomers'"

We were born in the 40-50-60’s.

We grew up in the 50-60-70's.

We studied in the 60-70-80's.

We were dating in the 70-80-90's.

We got married and discovered the world in the 70-80-90's.

We venture into the 80-90’s.

We stabilize in the 2000’s.

We got wiser in the 2010’s.

And we are going firmly through and beyond 2020.

Turns out we've lived through EIGHT different decades..

TWO different centuries..

TWO different millennia..

We have gone from the telephone with an operator for long–distance calls to video calls to anywhere in the world.

We have gone from slides to YouTube, from vinyl records to online music, from handwritten letters to email and Whats App.

From live matches on the radio, to black and white TV, colour TV and then to 3D HD TV.

We went to the Video store and now we watch Netflix.

We got to know the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on our smartphones.

We wore shorts throughout our childhood and then long trousers, Oxfords, flares, shell suits & blue jeans..

We dodged infantile paralysis, meningitis, polio, tuberculosis, swine flu and now COVID-19.

We rode skates, tricycles, bicycles, mopeds, petrol or diesel cars and now we drive hybrids or electric..

Yes, we've been through a lot but what a great life we've had!

They could describe us as "exennials," people who were born in that world of the fifties, who had an analog childhood and a digital adulthood.

We've kind of "Seen-It-All"!

Our generation has literally lived through and witnessed more than any other in every dimension of life..

It is our generation that has literally adapted to "CHANGE."

A big round of applause to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE!!!!

👏👏

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I'm not sure who wrote this but I had to share it was in my memories ...

You Don’t Just Lose Someone Once.

You don’t just lose someone once.

You lose them when you close your eyes at night.

And as you open them each morning.

You lose them throughout the day.

An unused coffee cup.

An empty chair.

A pair of boots no longer there.

You lose them as the sun sets.

And darkness closes in.

You lose them as you wonder why.

Staring at a star lit sky.

You lose them on the big days.

Anniversaries.

Birthdays.

Graduations.

Holidays.

Weddings.

And the regular days too.

You lose them in a song they used to sing.

The scent of their cologne.

A slice of their favorite pie.

You lose them in conversations you will never have.

And all the words unsaid.

You lose them in all the places they’ve been.

And all the places they longed to go.

You lose them in what could have been.

And all the dreams you shared.

You lose them as the seasons change.

The snow blows.

The flowers blossom.

The grass grows.

The leaves fall.

You lose them again and again.

Day after day.

Month after month.

Year after year.

You lose them as you pick up the broken pieces.

And begin your life anew.

You lose them when you realize.

This is your new reality.

They are never coming back.

No matter how much

You miss them or

Need them.

No matter how hard you pray.

They are gone.

And you must go on.

Alone.

Time marches on, carrying them further and further way.

You lose them as your hair whitens and your body bends with age.

Your memory fades.

And the details begin to blur.

Their face stares back at you from a faded photograph.

Someone you used to know.

You think you might have loved them once.

A long time ago.

Back then.

When you were whole.

You don’t just lose someone once.

You lose them every day.

Over and over again.

For the rest of your life.

Time keeping history

Before the invention of wristwatches and smartphones, knowing the exact time wasn’t so simple—and in one part of London, you actually had to *pay* to find out what time it was. Meet Mrs. Greenwich, a woman famously associated with Greenwich Mean Time (GMT), who quite literally made a living by telling people the time. She inherited this unusual profession from her family, who lived in the town of Greenwich, just outside of London, and ran this "time-telling" business from the early 19th century until as late as 1943.

For a small fee, people were allowed to look at her clock to set their own watches or simply learn the time of day. In an era before standardized timekeeping, this was not just a service—it was a necessity. The Greenwich family’s timekeeping became so precise and respected that GMT was named after their town, eventually becoming the global standard for time measurement. Zero hour—00:00 GMT—starts right in their backyard, at the Prime Meridian running through Greenwich.

From this central point, time zones around the world are calculated. Traveling east from GMT, every country adds an hour—so Pakistan is +5 hours ahead of GMT. Go west, and each zone subtracts an hour. For example, if it’s midnight in Spain or Morocco, it’s 5 a.m. in Pakistan, 10 p.m. in Australia, and only 5 p.m. the previous day in the U.S. and Canada. Time really is relative—and thanks to Mrs. Greenwich and her legendary clock, we’ve been able to measure it with precision for centuries.

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