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I love to see a marked-up book! Thank you, Gabriela…
I love to see a marked-up book! Thank you, Gabriela…
Photos of Elizabeth Gilbert
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Ghady’s JAR OF LOVE…
Ghady's JAR OF LOVE…
Photos of Elizabeth Gilbert
I have chosen the Name of My Jar "A Jar Of LovE" I can feel every meaning by the loyalty and the noble eternity for everything ,I love to care by everything ,I wish to make my jar full of the infinite no. Of Love "♥" to promote our thoughts ,believes ,directions ,languages by just one word and one silence meaning ,By the smile of Love ,by the lines of our wavy dancer ,yes all of that inside of us ,By our meditate to the nights calling ,By the hope with Every sunrise ,,,,,,,,,
Thank You for Making our Tale Lady Liz …….
"ubuntu" is a philosophy of African tribes that can be summed up as "I am Because We are " ……
@ The Story is bout "All of Us" & Will Never be By " Only Me "!
And you were The key of our Jars – My appreciate
LIVE IT OUT. Be strong, everyone. Be stubborn. The only way to get through it…
LIVE IT OUT.
Be strong, everyone. Be stubborn. The only way to get through it (whatever the dreaded "it" may be, in your case) is to LIVE IT OUT. All the way through. Put your head down and push till you get to the other side. Hang in there.
Just sayin'.
Love,
Liz
GOOD MORNING. It is summer in New Jersey. It is the best. It is splendid. And t…
GOOD MORNING.
It is summer in New Jersey. It is the best. It is splendid. And the mornings, better still.
I get up early to feed the cats, who have been loudly complaining since dawn about the service around here. I walk barefoot in my pajamas through my garden, dodging sharp acorn-hats, checking to see that nothing has happened to my plants since yesterday evening, when I put them all to bed. The Hydrangeas, because of all the rain this year, are OFF THE HOOK gorgeous — a loud drum roll of bright cascading blue. The cat mint is fading somewhat, but the daisies are having hysterical fits of crazy beauty.
My dog doesn't even open one eye when I walk past him. He pretends not to hear me. He pretends that we've never met. He's terrified that I'm going to make him get off the couch and go for a walk. (He is not a morning person, my dog. I suspect that when I'm not looking, in the middle of the night, he moonlights somewhere across town as a bartender. He will gradually begin acknowledging my existence around 10am.) My husband, who also keeps bartender's hours, doesn't stir, either. The world hasn't tracked me down yet. Nobody needs me — except the cats, and that's easy. No phone calls will come in, no urgent emails must be investigated, and no emergency-that-is-not-an-emergency will demand my verdict. I haven't made any mistakes yet today. The day still has that fresh new-car smell. It's a blackboard with nothing written on it yet. It's a brand new empty diary.
The morning hours, people. The holy of holies. The earlier you get up, the more of them you have. This is when you write a book. This is when you map out your life. This is when you go for a run, or, more likely, don't. This is when you pick those blueberries before the sun gets too hot, or when you boldly commit to lazily reading a very important non-essential clothing catalogue. If I had my way, all day long it would be morning. My whole life would be happy to be morning forever, if only that could be arranged.
Have a beautiful one, friends.
Liz
Arielle’s HAPPINESS JAR!
Arielle's HAPPINESS JAR!
Photos of Elizabeth Gilbert
my Happiness Jar is ready to be filled with memories, reminders and momentos of precious moments.