This world is full of stories, unique, and beautiful, all apart of a greater narrative. 🌎
Loved getting to share and listen to these women and their stories and diving into full vulnerability. #storytelling#narratives#youarenotalone
Say hello to Carol. This wonderful woman is a cancer survivor who graduated from our LiveSTRONG program at Pickaway. She saw so much improvement and is able to do many things she couldn't do before joining us. She has become a regular at our branch, participating in many classes and activities.
She is a constant reminder of how important our work at the Y is. We admire her greatly. She most recently painted this beautiful canvas on Friday during Cookies, Coffee, and Canvas. We love you, Carol. #LIVESTRONG#cancersurvivor#pickymca#ymca#storytelling#healing
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It takes a bit courage to post this series. Since it might seem nonsense to some people. 🤣🤣 Name of Art Series: my Allisons
Name of Artist : tsffiona
Created Time : 2017 Summer
1️⃣Short introduction of the series :
Hey ! This is my first art series!🙂🤣 Sorry , the theme of my first series is going to be a bit serious. I will make my future series more humorous.
But this first series is genuine and
God - inspired!
Underneath this first series hides thousands of stories !! 2️⃣Purpose of the series :
It's not about glorifying Allison;
It's all about glorifying the One who is love;
3️⃣Explanation of the name of the series : " my Allisons" is in plurals. Since there are two Allisons in my life. One is still alive. The other one was my great grandma.
4️⃣Stories underneath the series :
There were many stories underneath "my Allisons". And there are going to be more stories in the future !
I allow those people who get to see this series to imagine ! I wish you more good stories than stars.
And from this series, I hope they can find a bit inspiration, strength and joy to carry on if they need to !🍀🍀 5️⃣Special thanks :
For letting all those past stories and future stories possible! Because you are courageous and loving in God that you set up a shelter of God for us!
For getting me to seek God's given desires and assignments. And for encouraging us to complete God's given assignments down to the last detail on Earth in the future !
Part 2: A Cruel Rebirth
At first, the water's words struck my soul as a lightning bolt does the sea. I understood the river's burden, but could I ever respect it? A decimating force that crushes all in its path, but claims to be the delicate tears of a vanishing titan. My dismay and confusion was written all over my face like a magazine, the river took notice. It beckoned me yet again to dip my hands in the icy current. I followed suit and was immediately blasted into the deepest memory, a time where only the river ran through. No houses, cars, schools, roads, bridges, only the green and trees of the forest on both banks of the rushing river. The water pointed my attention to a branch covered in old man's beard moss, and riddled me the significance of something so specific. I scoffed, "it's just moss hanging from a dying tree, nothing more to it than that." The river then boomed back at me, as if I had insulted a divine being, "This branch was once living, like you and I. However its time has come to an end, brought about by myself digging out the soil from underneath its mother trunk. The branch cherished its life so much that it became a harbinger for new life rather than fading to dust and ash. Although the fallen tree causes the branch excruciating pain, it still clings to life. Some of your kind give into the pain and choose to return to ash and dust by their own hand, this insults not only this branch but all other walks of life across this Earth. However, they are free from their burdens, something we all deeply wish to achieve. You now understand our combined frustration, go now. Enjoy your rebirth."
BBFF 2017 Official Selection:
ROLLER DREAMS It's 1984 and Venice Beach, CA, is at the epicenter of a pop culture explosion. Young people of color seeking refuge from the turmoil of inner city life, flock to the eclectic ocean community to create a brand new phenomenon: roller dancing! The talent and vibrant personality of this multicultural roller ‘family’ draws massive crowds and influence Hollywood. But just as roller dancing flourishes, politics, money and gentrification conspire to take their dreams away.
This crowd-pleasing feature doc from first time Director (and HBO GIRLS Lead Editor) Kate Hickey features the music of James Brown, Prince and the Gap Band.
"Success without fulfillment is the ultimate failure" - @tonyrobbins ⠀
After listening to so many different podcasts that reiterate the same belief and after experiencing it ourselves, we can say that this is honestly the truth. Without others around you to celebrate your wins or spending time with friends, just because, success means nothing. We spent time with close friends and made new ones while celebrating Sasha & Yaneck of @wasio on their impending baby joy. This is our version of stopping to smell the roses and we wouldn't trade it for all the tea sandwiches and cinnamon rolls in the world. Even though, those are mighty tempting 😉
How do you stay fulfilled amongst success?⠀
He would lift his palm, drift it through a sea of nocturnal air, clench it into a fist, and study the ease with which the sand drained downward, a barren waterfall. The soundlessness and the mindlessness with which he observed it were enough to remove him from his own world. In this world, where a glittering ocean of alabaster and dunes teeming with dormant fire met along the earth’s axis, he felt weightless and unburdened. Under sky, everything had been distilled, revealed to him in the form of an unfinished map. And as if by looking at everything, but dedicating a deeper, sharper focus to nothing, one could will the map to complete itself. But the longer he sat out on the dunes, the more he realized that whether the map would ever fully be revealed did not matter. After all, he already knew precisely where he wanted to be.