Sherbet Sunsets - Sagres, Portugal
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โุงูุฌู
ุงู ูุฎุชุจุฆ ูู ูู ุดุฆุ ููุท ุชุนูู
ููู ุชูุงุญุธ..
Beauty hides in everything, just learn how to notice..
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Sunsets ๐
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these pics are from me thank you for understanding
I know this isnโt a sunset but I like it so here
IT THE MOON IN A SUNSET
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Thoughts and Feelings #4
Here is a short poem about springtime
Shakalaka boom and whatnot. Thats what the always said when I had my first Bah- Mitsva. Then one day it all changed. I met this girl, Megan. Her name is like syrup on my cheeks, but enough. her fertility was sacred to us.
When the sun set in the east and the dog's ears pricked with chiming bells, I let go. My feet thud along terracotta slabs, getting closer now, closer.
Berries in bushels and the new baby buds of spring; my favorite. Nowadays its swell, since the war is over. the war on Wales, Gavin and Stacy and all that. Our side won of course. Bunting flew across the cobble stone streets and i opened my arms to spring.
THANK YOU @luxmberg FOR FOLLOWING. Thoughts and Feelings now has a grand total of two followers! YOU BOTH MAKE THE DREAM HAPPEN.
also, I finished school today :D, I will miss writing these in revision sessions and exams.
@neil-gaiman
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Advaita
I had just woken up from my second nap on the flight. I was groggy, but I noticed some light creeping in through a couple of windows other passengers had opened in preparation for landing in Johannesburg. I opened my window to a beautiful sunny sky above the clouds. The sun was beaming in, and I could feel its warmth; a strong yet soft sun, a sub-Saharan African sun, one that I had not had the privilege of feeling for the last 12 years. I felt overwhelmed as I continued to look out into the South African land below me, an unexpected yet intense nostalgia causing tears to stream down my cheeks. I thought back to when I cried inconsolably flying out of Dulles International Airport when I was sixteen years old and had to move to Tanzania, how things had changed.
For the next day that I spent in Johannesburg during my layover, I continued to feel waves of nostalgia; the breeze on my skin, the smell of the air, all things I had not experienced in years yet apparently had so deeply weaved into my cellular architecture that they would elicit an inevitable emotional reaction every time; tears. While I wasnโt home in Tanzania, the regional similarities were enough to make my heart ache.
During my time here in Macha, Zambia, I balanced these feelings of nostalgia with the new experiences I had with my medical school friends in the present. I have often struggled to do this and probably bored my friends dry with old stories about Tanzania and my old life as we ventured around Zambia. I have often found myself in a limbo space, between the past and the present, a space that mirrors my academic trajectory as I await the results of the residency match. Change is hard, so is uncertainty.
Ultimately, Iโve decided to remember something I have only recently started internalizing: that many things can happen at once. While that sounds rudimentary and obvious, we often think in binary terms: this or that, past or present, here or there. Maybe not everyone, but I often do. Recently, practicing holding space in my heart for multiple things has allowed me to open it further, experience things better, and live life more richly. So, holding space for both the past and the present, I create new memories and enjoy every minute as I watch the beautiful purple sky of the Zambian sunset.
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