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Submitted, Objectively
To those who’ve known and never heard of such ideas, “It’s a cult,” they yammer. Like blood spilling from their frothy lips, they speak of sacrifice and dying and suffering. They, however, never speak of joy, life, and excellence to be found on this Earth. They, still, call it a cult. The irony is overwhelming, their system of fate relates to tribalistic leanings and following mystical patterns that would herd all heads under a single yoke. After, they would be plucked one by one with the simplest assertion that their faith cannot be tested. One thing is to believe in something. Another is to say it’s real. If you believe in something, you don’t have to say it's real because it already exists.
By Skyler Saunders9 months ago in Journal
My Spidey Sense
Some places just put a person’s internal alarm systems on active standby. Alma Latinas was just such a place. Sure, Mike had visited this cantina before with several friends, but never alone. Actually, Gringos never visited this part of Nuevo Laredo alone, and he knew this, so what the hell was he doing there? When you’re twenty and bulletproof, in your mind anyway, no place is off limits.
By Mark Gagnon9 months ago in Journal
Be Your Own Muse
"I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better." -Frida Kahlo I wanted to use the note taking function on my Kindle Scribe a little bit more. Just to help me stay consistent with journalling. I bought three of Nina Madsen's books on my birthday. It was a steal of a deal for only $0.99 per book. I started working on this journal and the first few prompts captured my attention.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹9 months ago in Journal
Petals in the Wind
A Love That Bloomed Against the Seasons The Field and the Garden In the corner of a vast and ancient meadow where wild things ran untamed, the red poppy bloomed. Her name was *Seraphine*, born of sunlight and storm, her petals a fierce blaze against the golden grasses. The wind carried her scent like a battle cry, and bees sang drunken hymns around her crown.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Journal
Bogotá Bites & Mountain Heights
It was funny to hear the rhythm of the city with the same tone as the TransMilenio hummed; my stomach was hungry with a different tune. It is the place to be and I loved it -lots of people, lots of shops –lots of noise and smell of the food being sold on the streets. Traveling with Eli and Antonio was a bit irritating as they could not relax and take me out of life; Eli and Antonio were always on my back to keep an eye on me.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Journal
Why Getting Out of the House with a Toddler Matters
This morning, I woke up more exhausted than usual. My poor son, who has been sick (yep, still sick) for weeks now, decided to wake up every 45 minutes during the night. I’d gone to bed early because I wanted to try and catch up on some sleep, then ended up getting less than usual. I was angry at the situation, then I felt guilty. It wasn’t my son’s fault.
By Sandy Gillman9 months ago in Journal
fighting back with gratitude
Life has kicked my ass lately. But that's okay because I fight back, even when I am feeling down in the gutter. Strength isn’t always loud or glamorous. Sometimes it is honestly just quietly choosing to keep going and to believe that better days are still ahead.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹9 months ago in Journal
Medium is dying and they're sinking their pushing their writers away
I used to write daily on Medium, and I took my Medium Partner Program earnings from $5 a month to $5000 in 2020/2021. I was living in Ghana, West Africa at the time, and this is life-changing money over there.
By Edina Jackson-Yussif 10 months ago in Journal
