tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89970491834670655962024-03-10T20:21:55.794-07:00I want to knowMarina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.comBlogger489125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-18569312554607108132023-11-08T03:26:00.000-08:002024-01-07T04:57:00.329-08:00My Hope For You<span style="font-family: arial;">Check out my video below. I have started a channel on you-tube called "Life's Intricacies". If my content appeals to you please like and subscribe for free to my channel and hit the bell to receive notifications of my latest uploads.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wF8J0euLynk" width="320" youtube-src-id="wF8J0euLynk"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvkYCxDVUEMG68adL5JRJ7bnso1KHv8MtCss1K0dP0Pzigg7aIPfAQbk6mkOI4XbUgfuXaRqUFCMzYwb3J6Zb73RIXU5DiXvst33FJqoLxjc0igCBlL24gaoJQPu3zs5hgIn7TffW48GTrIsJQ5uDAEUjDCr4acjtUTZxlEYn20F656-Xtqf8K76MHHA/s2048/LIFES%20INTRICACIES%20Logo%20-%20YouTube%20Cover6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvkYCxDVUEMG68adL5JRJ7bnso1KHv8MtCss1K0dP0Pzigg7aIPfAQbk6mkOI4XbUgfuXaRqUFCMzYwb3J6Zb73RIXU5DiXvst33FJqoLxjc0igCBlL24gaoJQPu3zs5hgIn7TffW48GTrIsJQ5uDAEUjDCr4acjtUTZxlEYn20F656-Xtqf8K76MHHA/s320/LIFES%20INTRICACIES%20Logo%20-%20YouTube%20Cover6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/@LifesIntricacies-Marina"><span style="font-size: large;">https://www.youtube.com/@LifesIntricacies-Marina</span></a></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-85182612283139449632023-08-17T08:44:00.000-07:002023-08-17T08:44:48.345-07:00Holding The Cards Close To My Chest<span style="font-family: arial;">For over twenty years I've lived in various communities where I haven't been able to make a place for myself. No matter how much I did for people, no matter how much care I put into the relationships, it wasn't returned. People wanted me to do favours for them, but never wanted to be there, for me. I've been questioning if the common denominator is me. What am I doing wrong, that puts people off from me that makes them take advantage of my good intentions and not care about me as a person? I've really been working on myself the last five years, and I feel like I've grown beyond just having that stinger at the ready. Not that they'd know, or even care. I don't think they even know or care how much they have hurt me over those years. I feel like I belong somewhere else, but I don't know where that is. So how can I go, if I don't know where to go? More of a where, than a who? If my heart knows, it should step it up for me. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__LBPZcMt5BpTQx7R-hyToJ6MM3K-OlEbTna1udCMlrV_XNT2uXyLdelS1vMnqdlF4vsg_Kd9uukSTKc6WRENSReGKibWR5C6yn7N8UUYJeshMUw-jf2D9kKUML1nZILGSQb7VCZIh1UpuEL1RalDXbsS2M9kxN7mcFhOSv5TpykzFKUkO1GB_EQ6vdQ/s744/cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="744" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__LBPZcMt5BpTQx7R-hyToJ6MM3K-OlEbTna1udCMlrV_XNT2uXyLdelS1vMnqdlF4vsg_Kd9uukSTKc6WRENSReGKibWR5C6yn7N8UUYJeshMUw-jf2D9kKUML1nZILGSQb7VCZIh1UpuEL1RalDXbsS2M9kxN7mcFhOSv5TpykzFKUkO1GB_EQ6vdQ/s320/cards.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-80309416472541585382023-07-14T05:37:00.001-07:002023-07-14T05:37:42.874-07:00Taking A TumbleI <span style="font-family: arial;">have lived in this home for 4 years now. It is a duplex. The bedrooms and bathrooms are upstairs. For 4 years I have gone up and down these creaking wooden stairs. Sometimes I have the energy to run up and down the stairs...and sometimes I take my time going up and down the stairs. When it is slow going it is usually because I am stiff from an exercise routine! I have never stumbled on these stairs...until a few days ago! Why? Thanks to Load shedding (for those who do not know what load shedding is it is when our power/electricity supplier takes action to reduce electricity supply to avoid excessive load on the generating plant. South Africa is running out of electricity!) </span><span style="font-family: arial;">in this crime infested, disintegrating country of ours! I needed to go down to the kitchen and thought it would be ok not to take the emergency light with me. I have gone down those stairs often enough in the dark. So I slowly made my way down in the dark. Well, this time did not go too well. I misjudged my step at the last 3 stairs. Next thing I knew I was in the air and came crashing down onto the stairs! You know when you see a cartoon character take a fall and it shows those stars above its head? Well, I seriously saw stars!! I thought I was going to pass out from the pain as I landed on my back and slid down the last 3 stairs. I quickly got up to prevent myself from passing out. That was quite a scare! Thank goodness I was already at the bottom of the stairs. It would have been disastrous if I had still been at the top! My back hurt like hell but I could feel nothing was broken. My left elbow was throbbing from pain. I don't even remember if I hit my elbow into the wall or if it also connected with the edge of the stairs. I took some anti inflammatory pills and crawled back up the stairs and went to bed. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">The neighbour's were out, so if it had been serious, no one would have immediately known what had happened to me. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">My gosh! Next day I felt like a rugby player that has been tackled the entire game! My back had some bruising on the right side, my left buttock had a nice black welt across it and my elbow had an enormous bruise and some broken skin in the centre of it. Accidents happen very fast. I was lucky! I have heard and read of so many women that have fallen down the stairs and have died. There was even a woman in London (I think it was London. Not sure now) whose body was not discovered for 2 or 3 years!!! Today is the first day I feel no pain. Lesson learnt! From now on I make sure I have the emergency light on at the top of the stairs if I need to go downstairs during Load shedding! </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Today I can laugh about my fall 😂 but when it happened it was very scary.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjLxpfqBAbYc9HKETFGinUl5jTlpaEiQmIB9_FDdKGK9cqji4_nGcMli9uLyOWzPL0dKSWmKvXK4RtKrkOjaaT0V8avEfSaPaamV75dreKilWPgCF2rBiDn-mMdvQgg4hwiO1Y3qGqUTXzIqSfkbQCyMSO_yIk8903vWZUeyt3inGecKEvM5-GZCHoEE/s860/falling.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="860" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjLxpfqBAbYc9HKETFGinUl5jTlpaEiQmIB9_FDdKGK9cqji4_nGcMli9uLyOWzPL0dKSWmKvXK4RtKrkOjaaT0V8avEfSaPaamV75dreKilWPgCF2rBiDn-mMdvQgg4hwiO1Y3qGqUTXzIqSfkbQCyMSO_yIk8903vWZUeyt3inGecKEvM5-GZCHoEE/s320/falling.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-16172889932273820772023-07-07T04:32:00.001-07:002023-07-07T04:32:34.422-07:00Where Do Your Thoughts Go In The Stillness?<span style="font-family: arial;">Things keep changing. The clock ticks, the day unfolds, trees grow, leaves turn brown, hair turns grey, children grow up and leave home. Attention drifts from this to that...the cookie is delicious but then it’s all gone, you’re mad about something for a while and then get over it, the mind races on and on and on. Many changes are certainly good. It’s lovely to watch grass and trees waving in the wind. On the other hand, many changes are uncomfortable, even awful. We lose those we love. Families drift apart, companies fail, dictators tighten their grip, nations go to war. Change itself is often stressful. When you are really open to the fact that each moment of now disappears in the instant it arises, it can feel rather alarming. Life and time sweep us along. As soon as something pleasant occurs in the mind’s flow we reach for it but whoosh it passes away right through our fingers. <br /><br />Stillness is all around, a sense of the unchanging. Look for it, explore its effects on you, and sink into it. In the stillness, you can find a refuge, an island in the stream of changes, a place to sit for perspective about events, a respite from the race, quiet amidst the noise. There is that wonderful feeling when the house is quiet and you’re sitting in peace, the dishes are done and the neighbourhood kids and dogs are quiet, and you can really let go of the chatter in your mind. In your mind, there is always an underlying calm and well-being that contains emotional reactions, like a riverbed that is still even as the flood rushes over it. Wherever you find stillness, enjoy it and let it engulf you. It’s a relief from the noise, a source of clarity and peace. Give yourself the permission to be still. When your mind finally relaxes, inner stillness is where you land. From there, you can reset your life experience. The value of inner stillness, is nature's way of nudging you towards listening to your heart’s suggestions.<br /><br />Inner stillness becomes like a personal elevator to your highest view and eliminates the weariness from climbing endless stairs in your mind.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xQRCC3z2PYGElEsV06HvojdkF35Yh0usK_MTd_K98cgImXkWoCFDvdEtlPLkw1aXve9px1qc207skjIXrHNDwUhGalFApKyr4LCWYiTbSzswV2ggh01RTywZt9Q9V_0QVPPfgAUndVqz9D-lKTYbiaY7UhbUG5Gv-FH3wO5Q4wgjyuG8Ckmk7dFYoa8/s1024/stillness1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1024" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xQRCC3z2PYGElEsV06HvojdkF35Yh0usK_MTd_K98cgImXkWoCFDvdEtlPLkw1aXve9px1qc207skjIXrHNDwUhGalFApKyr4LCWYiTbSzswV2ggh01RTywZt9Q9V_0QVPPfgAUndVqz9D-lKTYbiaY7UhbUG5Gv-FH3wO5Q4wgjyuG8Ckmk7dFYoa8/s320/stillness1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-88430930289118846902023-06-30T06:52:00.003-07:002023-07-03T03:36:51.280-07:00Neighbours From Hell<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I always thought the term "Neighbour's from hell" was a bit harsh to be said in that way. I retract that thought. My goodness the neighbour's I have are giving me a headache!! It is really getting too much for me. The thing is they are not permanent neighbour's. So when they do arrive here I inevitably say a silent prayer that they leave soon 😂 It is also a strange setup. The unit belongs to the daughter of this family that comes and stays here. The daughter lives in Mpumulanga. Well, they all do, but this last year the family of the daughter have been coming here quite regularly. The Grandmother, supposedly a Pastor, but I suspect she is more of a Sangoma (highly respected healer among the Zulu people of South Africa who diagnoses, prescribes, and often performs the rituals to heal a person physically, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually</span>)<span style="font-family: arial;"> than anything else from the weird chanting that she does at night. The first time she did this chanting I actually laid a complaint against her with the Body Corporate of the complex for disturbance of the peace. This silly woman started her chanting at 11 o'clock at night! I was already asleep and woke to this weird chanting and screeching and feet stomping. At first I did not know what the hell was going on because I thought she was in my house!! I live in a semi-detached unit and the walls between us are paper thin! To make matters worse she has this barotone voice! Even when she talks on the cell phone I can hear her here in my house. Anyway, after the complaint she seemed to have taken to doing her chanting in her bedroom with the door closed. It is slightly better but still annoying! Then she has this habit of doing her morning business calls while she is sitting on the throne!! I mean really! Who does that??? My bathroom and her bathroom are right next to each other! So I now have to endure listening to this lot...and she does not talk quietly. I can hear every single word! Then if it is not that, then she puts her ear pods in her ears and sings along to whatever she is listening to!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Needless to say, she soon left for a while....it was bliss! Then next thing the granddaughter was staying here with a bunch of her friends! They were a lot more tolerable than the grandmother but again, typical youngsters. They have a wheelie bin right outside their unit, but no, it does not get used! The pizza boxes and take out food and wine bottles just get tossed into the yard!! The gardener used to clean up when he came to do the garden once a week but eventually also said that is not his job. So he stopped. Those youngsters were here for about 3 months. Then they left and the grandmother was back. The granddaughter came to visit and I could hear the grandmother reprimanding the granddaughter for not cleaning the house. I can only imagine what it looked like inside. This bunch also leave the lights on day in and day out! Those lights have been on permanently since last year March when this family arrived after the tenant who lived here for 2 years moved out. Never mind that South Africa is running out of electricity! To top it all they have not paid their water or electricity bill for more than a year!! How they do not get cut off is completely beyond me. If I did that I would be cut off immediately! I guess that must be a perk of being an ANC member. They seem to get everything for free, albeit there was a final letter of demand stuck on their gate last week Wednesday. Whether that even made any impact on them is another question. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">And now for the cherry on the cake! Some other lady relative arrived last Wednesday and on Friday another lady arrived. Friday evening the grandmother arrived. So now I have to listen to the barotone voice and one of the other ladies runs up and down the wooden stairs like a frigging elephant! Last night there was a lot of activity in the unit. The going up and down the stairs was really becoming irritating, then the chanting started, and for some reason they were in and out of the unit all night. The early hours of the morning I could still hear them up and down the stairs and they were constantly using the water in the kitchen. For some reason when they use the water in the kitchen I hear this "clang, clang" of the water pipes. Trust me, trying to sleep through this all was not an easy task!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The crunch came this morning, now I know this is going to sound very disgusting, but it will give you an idea of what I woke up to. I had my cat, Lucy, snuggling next to me on the bed, I started smelling this unpleasant smell and thought that Lucy needed to go poop. This is the first time EVER that I have smelt this. It was already after 6am which is the normal time I get up and let the cats out. So I let them out and came back upstairs and went into the bathroom. Now in winter I keep the bathroom door closed as well as the spare room door closed. For some reason the cold air that comes from those two rooms is unbearable in the winter that is why I keep the doors closed. Anyway, I go into the bathroom and am met by this putrid smell!! I thought there must be a sewerage problem! I checked the loo. Smelt at the drains and could not smell anything. So I then go to open the curtains in the spare room. As I opened the door this horrid stench filled my nostrils!! I nearly puked!!! I thought this is absolutely impossible for this room to smell like this! I immediately raced to open the curtains and windows and rushed out of the room so quick and closed the door. I now thought I better go check the drain outside and see if there is sewerage overflow! So I go out and look. Nothing to be seen and the air outside is fresh and clean. My mind is now boggled! I walk around the house and as I get to the back yard I look up and see the next door bedroom windows are wide open! The penny dropped...they (the neighbour's) obviously had some or other ritual in the early hours of the morning!!! Lord only knows what they cooked up or fried, or burnt....but it stank to the high heavens that they even had to open their own windows!!!! It now explains why the stench was strongest in my bathroom and the spare room because they are on the side where the neighbour's kitchen is. You may be wondering how the smell could enter my home. Well, this is South Africa. Our homes do not have double glazed windows. Actually the windows do not even keep the cold out!! On top of that this complex I am in is actually quite old! More to the point is that developers/builders here in South Africa will inevitably cut corners where they can which results in shoddy workmanship...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I was pushed to the point of retaliation! This bunch normally wakes up the same time as I do, but this morning it was dead quiet. Clearly they were now sleeping after their all nighter! So, I thought this is the perfect time to give them a taste of their own medicine! I generally do not do things out of retaliation but after a whole year of putting up with all this disrespect of other people's peace and quiet, it was pay back time! I went out to feed the birds an apple and came back inside and slammed the security gate shut at the sliding door! Trust me. That gate, if you slam it, is really loud! I then proceeded up the stairs...stomping like an elephant! I opened the spare room door and slammed it shut! Then I stomped down the stairs. I slammed all the kitchen cupboards open and shut! I put the kettle on to make tea. I slammed the mug onto the granite counter. Then I threw the teaspoon into the kitchen sink! Then I decided to sweep the floor. I purposefully slammed the broom into the cornices and into the stair at the bottom of the staircase and when I got to the kitchen table I deliberately hit the broom on the legs of the table and chairs, the legs are steel, so you can imagine the "ping, ping" sound. I moved the chairs by dragging them across the floor on purpose, so they made a screeching sound. My next intention was to put the radio on loud at 8 o'clock. I had to wait until 8am because the body corporate rules stipulate no noise before 8am. So 8am came and I went to put the radio on...only no sound came from the radio!! It dawned on me that I had loadshedding then from 8am to 10:30am!! For those who do not know what loadshedding is, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">it is</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> interruption of electricity supply to avoid excessive load on the generating plant. Well, they had some shut eye until 10:30am because then I put the radio on loud!!! 😂😂😂 I know, I know, you think I'm crazy! No man. Enough is enough!! Let them see what it's like on the other side of the wall when someone makes a noise! I did notice the person that ran up and down the stairs like an elephant was a lot more quieter when they got up! So maybe they got the message LOUD AND CLEAR! That's it...my rant for today. 😄</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EWu6eXn0Tw-7jKDBq2WEBXlSdmLw6hQVSK_JXMVLTubqKbKB6HlsFcdo7J8fHoLiGLTY8CyAx3SulhxahPaNByqpcvj3gJkxTTtbAeq1TqL_ZR1sUjmIz5pv87ZKQsrOHz4ZWxZpvNDl2-iw499pBdF0H6bdVEF2uwRuR53A7nOAP5_v75LwS_sgFgo/s512/bomb.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EWu6eXn0Tw-7jKDBq2WEBXlSdmLw6hQVSK_JXMVLTubqKbKB6HlsFcdo7J8fHoLiGLTY8CyAx3SulhxahPaNByqpcvj3gJkxTTtbAeq1TqL_ZR1sUjmIz5pv87ZKQsrOHz4ZWxZpvNDl2-iw499pBdF0H6bdVEF2uwRuR53A7nOAP5_v75LwS_sgFgo/s320/bomb.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><br /></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-36545317252964175002023-04-05T05:03:00.000-07:002023-04-05T05:03:01.819-07:00Would We Be Able To Rise Again?<p> <span style="font-family: arial;">What a beautiful Afrikaans song!!!!</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uwhuL3dwlNo" width="320" youtube-src-id="uwhuL3dwlNo"></iframe></div><p></p><span style="font-family: arial;">Sê my is jy ok?/Tell me are you ok?<br /><br />Jou wêreld vergaan om my/Your world is falling apart around me<br />Ek wonder is jy ok?/I wonder are you ok?<br />Ek kon jou voel langs my/I could feel you next to me</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Jou man is hier/Your husband is here<br />Jy't ‘n werk gekry/You got a job<br />Ver oor die see/Far across the sea<br />Ver van my/Far from me</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Ek't my toekoms aan jou belowe/I promised you my future<br />En als wat daarna kom sê my is jy gelowig?/And all that comes after that, tell me are you religious?<br />Ek't my toekoms aan jou belowe/I promised you my future<br />En als wat daarna kom sê my is jy gelowig?/And all that comes after that, tell me are you religious?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Erika way<br />Erika<br />Erika way<br />Erika ver weg van my</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Sê my is jy/Tell me are you<br />Ook verslaan?/Also defeated?<br />As ons nog kon raak/If we could still touch<br />Sou ons weer opstaan?/Would we be able to rise again?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Ek dink ek ken nog die pad/I think I still know the way<br />Tot by jou huis en waar my draaie opraak/Up to your house and where my errands end<br />Jy't gesê ek moet liewer ry/You said I should rather leave<br />Maar iets van jou het in geklim en is nog by my/But something of you climbed in and is still with me</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Ek't my toekoms aan jou belowe/I promised you my future<br />En als wat daarna kom sê my is jy gelowig?/And all that comes after that, tell me are you religious?<br />Ek't my toekoms aan jou belowe/I promised you my future<br />En als wat daarna kom sê my is jy gelowig?/And all that comes after that, tell me are you religious?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Erika way<br />Erika<br />Erika way<br />Erika ver weg van my</span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-73742908669766282622023-02-28T08:26:00.003-08:002023-02-28T08:44:00.903-08:00It's A Trust Fall<p><span style="font-family: arial;">What if we just fall?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/D2KE2a5qo0g" width="320" youtube-src-id="D2KE2a5qo0g"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center;">Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where everything's safe and it doesn't get worse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my</div><div style="text-align: center;">We see through bloodshot eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picture a place, somewhere else far away</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where you know what they mean and they mean what they say</div><div style="text-align: center;">To us</div><div style="text-align: center;">And would that be enough?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are we runnin' out of time?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are we hidin' from the light?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are we just too scared to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">For what we want tonight?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close your eyes and leave it all behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go where love is on our side</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You and I and everyone alive</div><div style="text-align: center;">We can run into the fire</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, it's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jump with me, come with me, burn like the sun</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll talk, then we'll cry, then we'll laugh 'til we're done</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's like we're out our minds</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been runnin' for our lives</div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been hidin' from the light</div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been far too scared to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">For what we want tonight</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close your eyes and leave it all behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go where love is on our side</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You and I and everyone alive</div><div style="text-align: center;">We can run into the fire</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, it's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not goin' without you</div><div style="text-align: center;">(And you're not goin' alone)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I fell so far 'til I found you</div><div style="text-align: center;">(But you know what you know, when you know)</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'm not goin' without you</div><div style="text-align: center;">(And you're not goin' alone)</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Cause you know when you know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">You're shit scared and your whole body is shaking...You go in there and you just fucking do it...Just do it...Whatever IT is...And then BOOM...it's gone...The fear is gone...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close your eyes and leave it all behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go where love is on our side</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a trust fall, baby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just fall?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if we just-</div></span>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-57091103298149638792023-02-01T05:00:00.001-08:002023-02-01T05:00:39.364-08:00Kiss Me<p> <span style="font-family: arial;">My favourite song at the moment 💗</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XhL1KC7l7Xw" width="320" youtube-src-id="XhL1KC7l7Xw"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-50029247648006258302023-02-01T04:55:00.001-08:002023-02-01T04:55:39.850-08:00Nothing Is As It Seems<span style="font-family: arial;">I recently watched a short video on FB about a guy talking about how nothing is as it seems. For the life of me I cannot remember his name now. Someone had forwarded the link to me. He spoke about how South Africa was already sold out in 1985. How our current President is just a puppet dangling at the end of the Puppet Master's strings. I came to this very conclusion when we went into lockdown in March 2020. Every leader in this world is actually just a puppet!! These leaders are all just dancing to the tune of the Puppet Master! Look at the "cuckoo's" that attended the WEF meeting at Davos. These nuts have all lost the plot and have an agenda to control the citizens of this world by taking their freedom away from them. I am just relieved that there are many people who are finally waking up and smelling the roses and seeing these evil elite for what they really are! A bunch of psychos!! I warned friends and family when we went into lockdown but no, I was labelled a "conspiracy theorist". Now...hmmm...now people are seeing the truth about Pfizer. Then I was sent a link to this guy in the US who has a channel on YT. When I first saw one of his videos he was using his name K W Miller. He kept on giving updates about Eskom and how the grid would collapse. He warned his fellow American's and Europeans to get out of South Africa. I kept watching his videos and he soon changed his channel name to "South Africa First". After watching the video of the other guy on FB, I suddenly thought, he has a point about Biden having a set interest here in South Africa. Which made me wonder about K W Miller. Why is this K W Miller so invested in the people of South Africa and Eskom. What does he gain? I also noticed in his last few videos that he kept saying that they are expecting violence to occur "any day now" (in his words) in KZN. I got the feeling that it is almost like he is inciting violence. When I went to his channel on Monday to check if he had any further updates, blow me down with a feather, ALL his videos are gone except for two on farming!! He posts regularly in the community section of his YT channel and I noticed people were also asking where his videos were. He just never responded. Today I see his videos are back! His latest community post reads: "South African Citizens are not prepared for what is coming". My question is...if this guy knows all this, why does he not offer a solution? Why does he not get onto NEWS channels to warn South African citizens. He is creating fear!!! The same as the lockdown created fear!!! Yes, South Africa is a shit hole and it will not get better! Our power grid will most likely collapse! This guy (K W Miller) just does not understand that there is NOTHING we as South African's can do anything to FIX this shit hole. We are 7 million tax payers FEEDING 57 million people!!! We have a government that has robbed South Africa blind! THERE IS NO MONEY to fix this shit hole!! There probably will be a civil war...who knows. Right now we are all just trying to survive each day, trying to work around the load shedding, and dealing with sitting in the dark at night!!!! If this K W Miller says the world is watching and cannot understand why we are not doing anything...then why does the world not come up with a solution??? We as South African's certainly do NOT have a solution!! </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We as South African's sit here trying to survive and then we still have to put up with listening to the crap that goes on in the rest of the world. Look at the Rebel News Reporters, Ezra Levant and Avi Yemini when they try to question Pfizer CEO. I am glad they raised very valid questions which this a-hole just refused to answer. At least they are getting it out into the world about how devious these people are and this includes Billy boy and Fraudci and Klaus!!! All a bunch of sicko's!!! What these 1% don't realise, is that they are all not so young anymore and there are 99% of us to deal with!! Grrrrrr.....this is my rant for the day!! I actually really have no idea what point I was trying to make....this world is just mad...simply put...Nothing is as it seems! Let me listen to my favourite song at the moment...I will post it here in another post. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvsFPV7cfFP9SmmV3qbK_qF6dgLRdzyTPrL-cPyF1Dd7TDKRMC_xFSin2fGUetP4kZOPO33sEuisiidwTp-esOBI0cAU3SWKOoaFDt6n1bfEGSc3bnRFSh1mirThO7Zpbu1N9tuJNHyas1U5re5ZJAPyFQBByEljxkAEpm9pdGmf2tZ4Si24v6dDR/s1400/world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvsFPV7cfFP9SmmV3qbK_qF6dgLRdzyTPrL-cPyF1Dd7TDKRMC_xFSin2fGUetP4kZOPO33sEuisiidwTp-esOBI0cAU3SWKOoaFDt6n1bfEGSc3bnRFSh1mirThO7Zpbu1N9tuJNHyas1U5re5ZJAPyFQBByEljxkAEpm9pdGmf2tZ4Si24v6dDR/s320/world.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-4407067027263053342022-10-06T03:19:00.000-07:002022-10-06T03:19:00.886-07:00Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Whenever I hear this song I have to have a good chuckle. Not that the actual song is funny. I actually really like the song. It just makes me laugh because I remember when the song first came out someone asked : "Why is Elton John singing about Tony Danza?". I was finished! I laughed so much!! 😂😂😂</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yYcyacLRPNs" width="320" youtube-src-id="yYcyacLRPNs"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-50310939807236748882022-10-06T03:06:00.000-07:002022-10-06T03:06:00.323-07:00Chaos In This World<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I sit and think about this world of ours. How did it become what it is today? A world infested with some people that have no morals, no respect for anyone or anything. No compassion. No empathy. Some people that are just down right cruel! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The world is a very big place, and yet it actually is not at all. We are all in this world together. Well, most of us are. Other's? Hmmm. Other's just seem to have lost their way. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The big wigs, or the elite as most know them, who think they are g-d (note I use a small letter "g" as I do not intend to disrespect the one and only true God that most of us believe in). These elite that are trying to take the freedom away from the people in this world by trying to control them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Controlling them by forcing health choices on them that are unwarranted (my opinion). Controlling the people with technology, fuel prices, food prices and electricity consumption. It still boggles my mind that there is the Ukraine. A tiny, TINY little red dot in this world of ours and all because of that tiny little red dot and the war between Russia, we have to endure food prices that have shot through the roof, food shortages that are becoming more and more. What? How? How is it that the WHOLE frigging world relies on this tiny little red dot for food?? Please. Tell me another laughable joke! We have fruit farms, wine farms, dairy farms, chicken farms...you name it throughout the whole of South Africa (where I am) and yet we rely on the Ukraine. Makes no sense to me. I am sure Europe has many farms as well. I am not sure what is left in the USA considering that the little weasel, billythecreep, has bought up most of the farms, and those that are not bought by him, he is ensuring that those farmers suffer great losses by poisoning their crops!! Yes. That is what the nut is doing!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Then we have to endure load shedding here in South Africa. Now, I can fully understand that South Africa has load shedding because the ANC government, the ruling party, has taken South Africa from being a FIRST WORLD country to a third world country and beyond!! Over 27 or 28 years the ANC has destroyed EVERYTHING including our power stations! Load shedding started in 2007 in South Africa. Now, you have the UK, Germany, Spain and other countries in Europe that are having issues with gas, once again because of Russia and the Ukraine. But, HOW do these countries now all of a sudden have electricity issues? For heaven's sake Germany has all these wind farms!! These countries are FIRST WORLD countries!! How is it even possible that they now have electricity issues. No. It just does not add up!! You CANNOT tell me that these FIRST WORLD countries are having electricity issues! I refuse to buy into that BS! I think it is all to do with this whole thing about cleaner energy. All these scientists and energy regulators who believe that cleaner, renewable energy is necessary. As they say: "we want a cleaner, greener future". Sure, we ALL want to live healthier lives, but has it not been proven that moving away from coal to "cleaner energy" does not work! Perhaps it is not working because most people do not understand the difference between clean energy, green energy and renewable energy. Or perhaps the problem is that there is no one really in charge of trying to sort out the mess! Renewable energy is probably still the best such as solar energy and wind energy. But then we have the little weasel, billythecreep, who now claims to be a farmer, who on the other hand wants to block out the sun!!!! Have you ever???! Surely he, as a farmer as he now claims to be, should know that the sun is crucial to crops!!! What a nut! This goes to show how warped his mind is! Never mind the fact that the sun is needed for solar energy! Then we have another nut who wants to implant chips into people's brains!! And then, the best is having electric vehicles....but yet the power grid is running out!! Oh my gosh, what a crazy world we live in!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Let me leave it at that and retreat into my own little world filled with the unconditional love of my two adorable cats, my loving family, friends and my beautiful garden filled with lush green plants and colourful flowers...my oasis that feels like I am in paradise far, far away from the rest of the world 😊 Relax and breathe Marina!😂</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhtJF9jFQX4GHKeKUZ4uaGcKEq3oz-0HO3lIcgqCIgwwmrI9ZOQj_Ro8ESuiFMwxNDJclSY13fS2zV71qJkdkg_Lma_fywWJKGkZrgTsDzhapWLk0mBI8k3xgztyqPuZCpPfqrK4zvTYjH-bVRQWFnqRc8k1DEHRWD_GRTaf33Y-fm0_leJaUEWFk/s662/relaxandbreathe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhtJF9jFQX4GHKeKUZ4uaGcKEq3oz-0HO3lIcgqCIgwwmrI9ZOQj_Ro8ESuiFMwxNDJclSY13fS2zV71qJkdkg_Lma_fywWJKGkZrgTsDzhapWLk0mBI8k3xgztyqPuZCpPfqrK4zvTYjH-bVRQWFnqRc8k1DEHRWD_GRTaf33Y-fm0_leJaUEWFk/s320/relaxandbreathe.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-20453936647839443502022-04-07T06:10:00.002-07:002022-04-07T06:14:12.600-07:00I've Hated This Woman<span style="font-family: arial;">I’ve hated this woman. I’ve not loved her at full capacity. I’ve fed her lies and told her she wasn’t good enough and have allowed others to tell her she wasn't good enough. I’ve allowed her to be broken. I've allowed others to treat her dis-respectfully. I’ve allowed her to run through brick walls and battle for others who won’t even stand for her. I couldn’t stop individuals from abandoning her, yet I’ve seen her get up and stand to be a light to the world and love others despite all. I have stood paralyzed by fear while she fought battles in her mind, heart and soul.<br /><br />This woman has screwed up many times, as a girlfriend, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, or as a friend, because she doesn’t always say or do the "right things". She has a smart mouth, and she has secrets. She has scars...because she has a history.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Some people love this woman, some like her, and some people don't care for her at all.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />She has done good in her life. She has done bad in her life. She goes days without makeup, or shaving her legs sometimes. She doesn’t get dressed up half the time. She is random and sometimes silly. She will not pretend to be someone she is not. She is who she is.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">At times she was clinging to the woman she had known and at the same time watching another materialise in the mirror before her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Every mistake, failure, trial, disappointment, success, joy, and achievement has made her the woman she is today.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">You can love her or not. But if she loves you, she will do it with her whole heart, and she will make no apologies for the way she is.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">This Woman is a WARRIOR. She’s not perfect but God calls her WORTHY! She’s UNSTOPPABLE. Gracefully broken but beautifully standing. She is loved. She is life. She is transformation. She is Grace. She is BRAVE!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I am the source of my own happiness. I am. I am that which I am.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddjY1Ept1DB6KwJbKC9Pcw_i1BjWYkd5uLSF89JAo4him3Wy7PRlxkuM_8XLfkPqalmmbwY8Ssy9XWhAeZrd-D96UqLI_sxv-UVuFA8tKLpe9y_7DNeJbcbP6soH_qkgs2N96WEm1CzyLo6MgHeSrb_pKXx_sGdQ3begFmGyI4D9YusyTjzizPycR/s950/April%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddjY1Ept1DB6KwJbKC9Pcw_i1BjWYkd5uLSF89JAo4him3Wy7PRlxkuM_8XLfkPqalmmbwY8Ssy9XWhAeZrd-D96UqLI_sxv-UVuFA8tKLpe9y_7DNeJbcbP6soH_qkgs2N96WEm1CzyLo6MgHeSrb_pKXx_sGdQ3begFmGyI4D9YusyTjzizPycR/w210-h400/April%202022.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-40935190068155771832022-03-15T09:10:00.000-07:002022-03-15T09:10:04.488-07:00Dangerous Mind<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Osho once said: "The mind, a beautiful servant, a dangerous master". This is quite a powerful quote! It really got me thinking. T</span><span style="font-family: arial;">he stories you tell yourself about who you are affects how dangerous your mind can be.</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;">Most people have all kinds of thoughts on a daily basis, some happy, loving, some sad, depressing, angry, and hateful. What we focus on, our mind gives us more of. So if we are in a good place and loving life, we tend to notice much more good in the world and our mind sends us many more good thoughts. If we have been through hard experiences, our mind can believe all kinds of things about who we are and how the world is. Taken to real extremes we can convince ourselves of all kinds of things. This is where the danger becomes more real. We may want to strike back at a world that seems to be wrong and then thoughts can lead to action that could be very dangerous.<br /><br />When we focus on bad thoughts after a while it starts to damage our bodies this can lead to a lack of energy, which stops us from doing things, we then get more lethargic and eventually can lead to poor health.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">There are healthy thoughts and unhealthy thoughts, so the thing is not to believe most of the negative thoughts we have as most of them are not really true, even if we think they are!<br /><br />The less we believe these negative thoughts the less we hear them, which leads to a mind that can create amazing things!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrSlPAGE5EQoZiw7tGfkE1b8vJLB4a1jOma_YUWOJAXi3_wSvZDD4ixTD_xGyuMwyu12j_6rUEhyGpIJ6Wbx6NZa2uiUs3I1H28Z4SbnoG5oyE7pOUgiOfK2xARYCsEzjwmoz7Y8rWK1BFd80V7iDc7UjHxOsf0Cya4900EjazUoxR5RWWsToaiGi8=s1096" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="1096" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrSlPAGE5EQoZiw7tGfkE1b8vJLB4a1jOma_YUWOJAXi3_wSvZDD4ixTD_xGyuMwyu12j_6rUEhyGpIJ6Wbx6NZa2uiUs3I1H28Z4SbnoG5oyE7pOUgiOfK2xARYCsEzjwmoz7Y8rWK1BFd80V7iDc7UjHxOsf0Cya4900EjazUoxR5RWWsToaiGi8=w320-h160" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-80492730778330000712021-11-04T07:07:00.000-07:002021-11-04T07:07:40.404-07:00Rose Coloured Glasses<span style="font-family: arial;">Lookin' at the world through rose-coloured glasses</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Everything is rosy now<br />Lookin' at the world and everything that passes<br />Seems a rosy hue somehow...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">If we can make ourselves feel better by seeing things through sunglasses, surely wearing rose-coloured glasses is even better! Expecting the best possible outcome of events often leads to just that. A positive outlook not only encompasses the way we calculate risk but also how we perceive our current ability to thrive. While thinking positively is beneficial, it’s important not to push away negative feelings altogether. Whatever life throws at us, we have some control over our perceptions. And, choosing positivity may mean we look at a less-clear version of the truth. One of the most important decisions a person will ever make is what they choose to believe.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">We all know that seeing something through rose-coloured glasses means you see it as better than it really is, but did you ever wonder where this idiom originated? Oh well, who really cares! No matter what the origin of the idiom is, seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses really does make the world a better place. The reds are incredibly red, the greens lush, the blues truly electric! So I will just continue looking at the world through my rose-coloured glasses. 😂</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwNRoCTvH5PkDFiHx7ibxvHJuujmfMlN0zOhsZFpwoQRLmhrObpDAoTS-8qOD2M1wG0k3qMmujahFxX8VmP6hhQennStUVuD5OC2TfqBHnLUyOeZVCvkI8Z_vCXAGKQF2_OR1RMNF0qI/s791/Rosetinted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwNRoCTvH5PkDFiHx7ibxvHJuujmfMlN0zOhsZFpwoQRLmhrObpDAoTS-8qOD2M1wG0k3qMmujahFxX8VmP6hhQennStUVuD5OC2TfqBHnLUyOeZVCvkI8Z_vCXAGKQF2_OR1RMNF0qI/s320/Rosetinted.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-89740402781280651502021-10-15T07:02:00.001-07:002021-10-15T07:02:42.332-07:00Easy On Me<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/U3ASj1L6_sY" width="320" youtube-src-id="U3ASj1L6_sY"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-5355302704807946072021-09-29T07:25:00.003-07:002021-09-29T07:36:37.778-07:00Recognise This Connection For What It Is<span style="font-family: arial;">When we ask for change, we must be open to what it entails. Acceptance is what the Universe is asking of you right now. That and unyielding faith in the fact that things are happening *for* you. For some of you, this may be a time of coming out of denial and recognising the truth. If they wanted to walk by your side, they would have fought to be in your life. Word for the wise: choose yourself. Do right by you without bringing shame into the equation. Recognise this connection for what it is. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Exactly so. I recognise this connection for what it is. I fought to resolve the issue more than a year ago! I was always the one to reach out in that friendship, always the one to call!! Why should I bring shame into the equation by deciding to turn my back and walk away? I tried to reach out. I tried to resolve the issue. Why should I feel shameful by turning my back when I was not being met halfway? If they really cared they would have fought to be in my life when they saw I had turned my back. I have no reason to feel shameful. No. Absolutely not! Back at the ranch they are gossiping about how awful I am to all and sundry, when in fact they should really put themselves under the microscope! I did not choose to become ill at that time! Trigeminal Neuralgia is a F-ing Bitch to deal with!! It disrupts your whole life!! Now, this time, all I did was congratulate a new Mother (my ex friend's daughter) on the birth of her precious baby girl and I was shunned BIG TIME! Oh well, what is done is done. Let me not stress myself out as that is one of the key factors that triggers TN. I know MY truth! I am not going to stick around where I am not wanted!! I wish them all well on their journey ahead. I choose myself!! I am doing right by me! It took me way too long to realise that you shouldn't stay friends with people who never asked how you're doing. I now see that things are happening *for* me. End of story. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9eJ6LLjwZ6xJ1Iq1ZfSwdXBtQ9IbSRrGgWlsi5l970O4riyaJfElt7XFhLRvWczWL8f-1EsKmuTKxZWeSfDM8Z0604BKdiYxLgFaCiKBog0XDwA12jnT7wqkL844eOGs6OjwWU1mVwA/s500/friends1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9eJ6LLjwZ6xJ1Iq1ZfSwdXBtQ9IbSRrGgWlsi5l970O4riyaJfElt7XFhLRvWczWL8f-1EsKmuTKxZWeSfDM8Z0604BKdiYxLgFaCiKBog0XDwA12jnT7wqkL844eOGs6OjwWU1mVwA/s320/friends1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-84863382993135703292021-07-19T07:15:00.002-07:002021-07-19T07:17:58.894-07:00Cry My Beloved South Africa<p><span style="font-family: arial;">It all starts with former President Jacob Zuma being jailed for 15 months for corruption, fraud, money laundering and state capture. His supporters say they will lay down their lives to save him. Quite ironic they want to save the very man who did not care one ounce about them and stole food right out of their mouths! Next thing you know all mayhem has broken out in Durban, Kwa Zulu Natal, which is about 6 hours drive away from me here in Gauteng province, Johannesburg (JHB). Then you wake up on 11 July 2021 to this warning:</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><img src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tc6/1/16/1f6a9.png" />Please note <img src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tc6/1/16/1f6a9.png" /><br />Protestors have now started looting and burning shops & businesses in Gauteng.<br />They are currently in JHB CBD.<br />We are not sure how far and wide they might spread.<br />Please try avoid major centers, local townships and shopping centers.<br />This may continue until Tuesday.<br />Please stay vigilant and do not panic.<br />Contact SAPS OR CPF if you have any queries or need assistance <img src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t80/1/16/1f64f.png" /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">You think is this for real? Yes, it sure as hell is! You sit glued to the radio, you watch the news...and there is nothing you can do. Our police minister, Bheki Cele, is no where to be found, yet he was quick to arrest white people when they were on the beach during the CV19 lockdown! You see the police standing around doing nothing, some even helping themselves to the looting! You sit in disbelief, shock, you want to cry at the devastation. Shopping Malls burnt, Cars...burnt...trucks transporting luxury vehicles...burnt! Warehouses where food is stored...burnt! OMG! These looters are stupid!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cry my beloved country...I am heart broken!!! I wonder what those looters are going to say when they see the destruction they have caused in South Africa...all because of the evil that encouraged them to do this with a false promise to them...has this country not suffered enough? To all those looters...are you really a proud South African? Please don't say you are...and please don't blame this on apartheid either! To those looters, I hope your children are proud of you...you have set a fine example for them. I wonder if your 'Gogo' is going to be proud of you...shame...their hearts must also be so broken now...208 cases of vandalism and violence in South Africa </span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="💔" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/te7/1/16/1f494.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="💔" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/te7/1/16/1f494.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="💔" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/te7/1/16/1f494.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">...To all those that put their lives on the line to try and protect us from this devastation...may you be blessed </span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="🙏" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t80/1/16/1f64f.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="🙏" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t80/1/16/1f64f.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="🙏" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t80/1/16/1f64f.png" style="animation-name: none; border: 0px; transition-property: none;" width="16" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">The Taxi drivers and every other person did more to protect their communities and Malls than the South African Police or South African National Defense Force did!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">You have to wonder whether the President of South Africa, Cyril Ramaphosa, is as remorseful as he claims to be...he certainly does not show it! You have to wonder is he also behind all of this? The ANC government is a divided party with inhouse fighting. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">Ramaphosa reckons their are 12 instigators behind this planned insurrection, as he calls it. 4 of the 12 have been arrested. Our other former President, Thabo Mbeki, has warned all South Africans to remain vigilant. He says : "Just because we know who is behind this, does not mean their network has been dismantled". His words can be no further from the truth considering this other woman's threat to Ramaphosa! This woman, by the name of Phasha something or other, had demanded that Zuma be released in 14 days or else.....this is her letter of demand - as follows: </span><div><span face="Segoe UI Historic, Segoe UI, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #050505;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">Zuma’s supporters, including ANC member Phapano Phasha and the MKMVA’s Carl Niehaus, announced a list of demands that should accompany Zuma’s release. They say they expect President Cyril Ramaphosa to have responded to in 14 days.<br /><br />Phasha said that Zuma must be released immediately and that all the legal targeting and “legal persecution that he has endured”, including the arms deal case, should stop immediately.<br /><br />Amongst the other demands made by Phasha was the nationalisation of the mines, the South African Reserve Bank and other key strategic industries and means of production.<br /><br />“A State Bank must be established without delay, and our national banks must be focused on specific areas of industrial development.<br /><br />“Several black banks must be established, through easing their entrance into the financial sector. Similarly the insurance industry must be unlocked for the emergence, and ultimate control, of black players,” Phasha said.<br /><br />Zuma’s supporters also called for free quality education, the end of stringent lockdown regulatory measures, the prioritisation of rural development and immediate and full implementation of the Resolution of the 54th National Conference of the ANC for the expropriation of land without compensation.<br /><br />“The BRICS alliance that has been neglected and de-campaigned under the Ramaphosa government, must be resuscitated and strengthened. A living wage for all public sector workers, especially the police and nurses.<br /><br />“All SOE’s must be protected from being privatised, and those such as SAA that have already been privatised, and sold, must be re-nationalised. Overall, free education, vocational training, and employment must be guaranteed for all of those who are willing and able to work,” Phasha said.<br /><br />She said that their demands were for an equitable black, especifically African, owned and controlled economy.<br /><br />“We are almost 30 years into our democratic breakthrough, and yet the economy of the country continues to be in the hands of a white minority that hates and mercilessly exploits black South Africans.<br /><br />“They hate even those compradore black capitalist agents who enable their continuing exploitation of the vast majority of black people. They are thriving on dividing and ruling us,” Phasha said.<br /><br />She added that their campaign for Zuma’s release and for their demands to be implemented, will not cease until their objective to achieve a truly liberated and economically empowered country is achieved.<br /><br />“Failing to do so is not an option, because the terrible alternative we live and see right now, and it is truly too ghastly to contemplate.<br /><br />“Our demands, as contained in this media statement, will be delivered tomorrow to President Cyril Ramaphosa. In the light of the urgency of the situation we expect a response within 14 days,” Phasha added. Political Bureau. End.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><div style="background-repeat: no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I have highlighted the paragraph where she mentions the white minority. These blacks are the one's that hate the whites yet they always try to blame the whites for their failings. They were handed a First World country 27 years ago...over the 27 years they have turned it into a Third World country!! They always use apartheid as the blame card!<br /><br />Not only that. She is clearly a security threat. In any other country she would have been arrested for these threats!! <br /><br />Time will tell. 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transition-property: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><br /></span></div></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-71746145750437720942021-05-06T08:26:00.000-07:002021-05-06T08:26:06.259-07:00Missing You Come's In Waves<span style="font-family: arial;">The moment that you died my heart was torn in two, one side filled with heartache and the other died with you.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />I often lie awake at night, when the world is fast asleep, and take a walk down memory lane, with tears upon my cheeks.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Remembering you is easy, I do it everyday, but missing you is heartache that never goes away.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />I'll hold you tightly within my heart, and there you will remain,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Until the joyous day arrives, that we will meet again.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />I miss you Angie! I wish we could still laugh and talk about everything like we used to.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I miss our sister weekends...we eventually named them Angie weekends.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Missing you comes in waves, and today I am drowning <img src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/te7/1/16/1f494.png" /><br /><br />I love you so much!<br /><br />R.I.P to heavens most beautiful angel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJz2-WNiyn_bhT23NB8Q0C4A9SY0F8TAMWREkZDEd-Gk8f-jwv7PClKNpcbrj_RCvsh3eSoNG8k8Ra6QOmGuCABQlvp7TjTvb9onRTchUed9li7FR29AJUYmo05JL7DTPwEiCLjZ_8Gc/s598/160100540_10164618476595447_6446292034345754253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJz2-WNiyn_bhT23NB8Q0C4A9SY0F8TAMWREkZDEd-Gk8f-jwv7PClKNpcbrj_RCvsh3eSoNG8k8Ra6QOmGuCABQlvp7TjTvb9onRTchUed9li7FR29AJUYmo05JL7DTPwEiCLjZ_8Gc/s320/160100540_10164618476595447_6446292034345754253_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-68488559378210264792021-02-18T05:52:00.000-08:002021-02-18T05:52:13.660-08:00She Dances<p><span style="font-family: arial;">She dances. She sings. She gives. She takes. She loves. She creates. She agrees. She disagrees. She sees. She hears. She grows. She sweats. She sheds her skin. She changes. She becomes enlightened. She smiles. She learns. She laughs. She frowns. She cries. She bleeds on the pages of her days. She walks on hot coals. She walks through fires. She climbs mountains. She falls asleep as her head hits the pillow. She raises her face to each new day. She lives life with intention. The music to her life has a different tune and is always filled with a different rhythm, but she always wears the same dancing shoes. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFaz6quZk6Ok5P9ZQpeUufaDIpO1lNSLnfDzmnSO5aR2C287CevY_XNEgJN0eb-xHkHJV8gtY_wTLgCUIrIhajKAWkPvEWEcNWJPEDugZtHGGAvvAqx-dViaZCExyEVjhkdNu_25-dns/s1008/woman-in-red-dress-painting-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFaz6quZk6Ok5P9ZQpeUufaDIpO1lNSLnfDzmnSO5aR2C287CevY_XNEgJN0eb-xHkHJV8gtY_wTLgCUIrIhajKAWkPvEWEcNWJPEDugZtHGGAvvAqx-dViaZCExyEVjhkdNu_25-dns/s320/woman-in-red-dress-painting-30.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-58676692246177604752021-01-04T05:43:00.001-08:002021-01-04T05:43:08.278-08:00What Is Luxury?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG38n3Bd-jZqeR7HegiLREc0prQVllvmKAkT_t2JIyY3iJpH1pHkiehdFOQHExdW5GUvktDeHvnLf9n8-5D6nunk8OQyfuDJ9ThtScjNXr0XTQowexBPQVsbA3ZRLwJlwpc56_BqlI-MA/s1300/92848104-old-yellowed-paper-background-with-decorative-vintage-frame-and-copy-space-for-text-+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="958" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG38n3Bd-jZqeR7HegiLREc0prQVllvmKAkT_t2JIyY3iJpH1pHkiehdFOQHExdW5GUvktDeHvnLf9n8-5D6nunk8OQyfuDJ9ThtScjNXr0XTQowexBPQVsbA3ZRLwJlwpc56_BqlI-MA/w472-h640/92848104-old-yellowed-paper-background-with-decorative-vintage-frame-and-copy-space-for-text-+%25281%2529.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-22405847359548447562020-12-17T06:44:00.001-08:002020-12-17T06:44:24.793-08:00 I Don't Care<span style="font-family: arial;">"I don’t care how spiritual you are. How long you can melt in the sweat lodge. How many peyote journeys that have blown your mind, or how well you can hold crow pose. Honestly. I don’t. I don’t care what planets fall in what houses on your birth chart, how many crystals you have or how vegan your diet is.<br /><br />I want to know how human you are. Can you sit at the feet of the dying despite the discomfort? Can you be with your grief, or mine, without trying to advise, fix or maintain it? I want to know that you can show up at the table no matter how shiny, chakra-aligned or complete you are - or not. Can you hold loving space for your beloved in the depths of your own healing without trying to be big?<br /><br />It doesn’t flatter me how many online healing trainings you have, that you live in the desert or in a log cabin, or that you’ve mastered the art of tantra.<br /><br />What turns me on is busy hands. Planting roots. That despite how tired you are, you make that phone call, you board that plane, you love your children, you feed your family.<br /><br />I want to know that you can show up and do the hard and holy things on this gorgeously messy Earth. I want to see that you can be sincere, grounded and compassionate as equally as you are empowered, fiery and magnetic. I want to know that even during your achievements, you can step back and be humble enough to still be a student.<br /><br />What’s beautiful and sexy and authentic is how well you can continue to celebrate others no matter how advanced you’ve become. What’s truly flattering is how much you can give despite how full you’ve made yourself.<br /><br />At the end of the day I don’t care how brave you are. How productive, how popular, how enlightened you are. At the end of the day, I want to know that you were kind. That you were real. I want to know that you can step down from the pedestal from time to time to kiss the earth and let your hair get dirty and your feet get muddy, and join the dance with us all."<br />by Taylor Rose Godfrey</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnCppG31pEZFsLI-U5HCkWjHBVTno_sZJ9UoELdzWDiNFLYTsFDsWKV9GbVy3ZBMRCfTdjUzxyr2lNhaHh6wW_Ha516hpRAincBcoqGydtUDm4SQIOQ48Rvs8MW4Ri33kOpi6XdES9eU/s559/walk-as-if-you-are-kissing-hte-earth-with-your-feet.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="559" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnCppG31pEZFsLI-U5HCkWjHBVTno_sZJ9UoELdzWDiNFLYTsFDsWKV9GbVy3ZBMRCfTdjUzxyr2lNhaHh6wW_Ha516hpRAincBcoqGydtUDm4SQIOQ48Rvs8MW4Ri33kOpi6XdES9eU/w334-h227/walk-as-if-you-are-kissing-hte-earth-with-your-feet.png" width="334" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-85021864414355829132020-12-03T05:42:00.002-08:002020-12-03T05:43:36.490-08:00By The Book<span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Essential Meaning “Abiding by social rules ~ Conformity ~ Respecting cultural or family customs ~ Universal Laws”<br /><br />The Oracle’s Message: “The universe works within a structure of Divine laws and principles that provide a framework for human experience and evolution. The Law Of Abundance, The Law Of Prayer, The Law Of Karma, The Law Of Attraction, The Law Of Thought, The Law Of Compensation and the Law Of Nature are only a few that are known. These principles create perfect order and operate with a kind of precision beyond human understanding. Even revolution has its place in universal law. Human beings, in turn, have their own laws and customs that vary from culture to culture and family to family. Laws keep social order and govern behavior, reflecting an instinctive understanding that harmony is important. This is a time to learn these laws and conform to them, rather than being the rebel and flouting them. When this card appears, submit to structure and follow the rules even if they seem to make no sense. Release resistance, for universal laws will correct any disharmony. Open your eyes to those universal laws, and it will be easier to go by the book at this time.”<br /><br />~ by Colette Baron-Reid</i></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">It is imperative that we learn to live by the Laws of the Universe and allow them to work in our favour. Our society has many laws that we must abide by in order to maintain structure and safety in our everyday environments. When we think of laws, we may think of restrictions, we may feel that we are held back. We may worry about the penalties of breaking the law and what that would look like.<br /><br />But what about the Universal Laws? Have we ever thought deeply about how these really affect us and our ability to manifest our desired reality? The Law Of Abundance states that we are all equally worthy of the abundance of the Universe. The Law Of Prayer states that all of our prayers be heard, and all those that are for the Highest Good Of All, by the Grace of God, be answered. The Law Of Karma brings us the consequences of our actions. The Law Of Attraction magnetizes to us what we are attracting due to our own vibration, thoughts, feelings, beliefs and emotions. The Law Of Thought is closely linked to the Law Of Attraction in that whatever we think over and over is what will be created around us, for better or worse. The Law Of Compensation deals with that which is inherently ours and cannot be taken from us. The Laws Of Nature are many and deal with the unbreakable rhythms and cycles of Nature, Mother Gaia, the weather, elements, environment and Cosmos, birth, death and rebirth.<br /><br />How can we use these laws to the best benefit of ourselves and our own lives, with the intention that they work for the highest good of all? It starts with acknowledgment of their deep and unmovable power, and the mindfulness to life by them daily. We are required to filter our thoughts, learn to control our emotions. We must learn to release the drama and reactivity, and embrace peace and thoughtfulness. We must look at our thoughts, actions, emotions and intentions and fuel them purely with Love.<br /><br />When we can do this, we can do anything… love, heal, create, manifest, dream.<br /><br />It’s all possible using the Laws Of The Universe.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a1AyBOdMzjMU8PsvNcGg7TCxXv00HQZdAhDqJo3W9W4RNlzi0864cnWrVfkPnp2BMIpqIcSUlPBg7bBneJNisxOZeWDtYt5L_BzDEE909-l3d_hon6jmwNU5aTgRL5hAaKEvjaBfUSI/s1024/img_1390.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="704" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a1AyBOdMzjMU8PsvNcGg7TCxXv00HQZdAhDqJo3W9W4RNlzi0864cnWrVfkPnp2BMIpqIcSUlPBg7bBneJNisxOZeWDtYt5L_BzDEE909-l3d_hon6jmwNU5aTgRL5hAaKEvjaBfUSI/w275-h400/img_1390.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-57888508713784116552020-11-16T08:07:00.002-08:002020-11-16T08:09:27.470-08:00I Wonder<p><span style="font-family: arial;">What a beautiful song!! From when it was launched I just cannot hear it enough...if I could, I would put it on replay for the whole day...</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;">I wonder, why I'm so afraid of saying something wrong and never said I was a saint... I wonder when I cry into my hands I’m conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man (woman)...And I wonder if some day you'll be by my side...And tell me that the world will end up alright...I wonder, I wonder...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fHeQemJJQII" width="320" youtube-src-id="fHeQemJJQII"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-7255234783643449452020-10-26T08:36:00.002-07:002020-10-26T08:49:52.404-07:00Love On The Brain<p><span style="font-family: arial;">When an old song grabs your fancy again...got me like ah-ah-ah-ow...🎸🎸🎸makes me want to swing from the chandelier!!👀👀👀 Ok, now I'm just being daft 😂😂😂😂 just love my music! </span>💥💥👅💓💓</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HoTJzQOM1do" width="320" youtube-src-id="HoTJzQOM1do"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997049183467065596.post-86243511117600525322020-10-26T08:08:00.004-07:002020-10-26T08:09:42.138-07:00Something To Think About<p> <span style="font-family: arial;">You get just one chance to change it (whatever "it" may be for you) then it's gone...and it never comes again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Home gives you something no other place can...Home is where your history begins...home is the place that will catch you when you fall...and we all fall.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">You don't need to be scared when you try something new...remember, fear is only as deep as the mind allows.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Most of us have a good luck charm...it's lucky because it lets you find things you need...it helps you find your way home if you get lost.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Don't ever catch yourself thinking you are not good enough...look around you...look at what you have done...look at what you have done for yourself...you've got it all.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">You'll discover a family you never had...before your life is done.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">No matter what troubles you have...there's someone in the world who cares.</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;">You may not control all the events that happen to you...but you can decide not to be reduced by them.</span><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Learn to trust happiness...when a kitten opens its eyes...the first thing it sees...is its mother.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywfoJss6YktWQB6fk6Z_jZizr4u3D_st9_NMLj4IIKE54lJndNoYBcy0L6TymIeDN9WlQGukc974ytKPJd5viV32ILeOprA4wdYSngUjWyoZrWs2I916xCPyazSPrz6BRbwDo3EfGxdc/s600/thoughts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywfoJss6YktWQB6fk6Z_jZizr4u3D_st9_NMLj4IIKE54lJndNoYBcy0L6TymIeDN9WlQGukc974ytKPJd5viV32ILeOprA4wdYSngUjWyoZrWs2I916xCPyazSPrz6BRbwDo3EfGxdc/s320/thoughts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>Marina Friedmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13011222798359164644noreply@blogger.com0