مجموعه ٧قسمتي "رنگ شك"
اين مجموعه كه با تلاش گروهي از بهترين ها توليد و از شبكه ٣ پخش شد براي من تجربه اي زيبا بود. كاري كم #پرسوناژ و پر كنش.همكاري با #فريبرز_عرب_نيا ي نازنين كه به ظن من يكي از بهترين هاست.چرا كه او براي هر كاري كه شروع مي كند تمام خود را بي كم و كاست ارائه مي كند. تجربه اي لذت بخش ،احترامي مثال زدني .كار كردن كنار او خستگي ندارد،لذت دارد.
ادامه در پست بعد
For him to figure out how to remove the collars he needed to be able to control his magic. Ihlvo had not yet taught Bart much magic, but his control over what they had taught him was growing day by day. The lessons he learned from Ihlvo and Toznar flowed through his mind as he fought his way through the wind and snow inching his way towards the inn.
Once inside the inn, Bart went to the washroom. He took off the cloak and heavy boots, hanging the cloak up and sitting the boots on the floor near the door. Better to let them dry in here than getting ice and snow in his room. He shook the snow out of his hair and headed down the hall. He could smell dinner cooking and followed his nose downstairs to the kitchen. “Cecilia, the horses are fed and the stalls are cleaned. I’m done with my chores for the day unless you’ve thought of anything else. What’s for dinner? Something smells amazing!” Bart squeezed in right next to Cecilia and tried to take the big spoon right out of her hand.
Cecilia slapped his hand away and laughed. “Boy, get out of my kitchen when I’m cooking. You know better! I don’t know who’s worse for trying to eat dinner right off the stove, you or Jonah! Shoo, boy! Go wait in the dining hall!” Bart’s smile immediately turned into a frown at the mere mention of Jonah’s name. Two years at the inn and he still hated Jonah more and more every day. Bart turned, left the kitchen and went down the stairs to the dining hall. He sat at his usual table, all the way in the corner away from where most of the customers sat. Jonah walked by and scowled at Bart, but did not sit down. The two boys had learned that it was best not to spend much time together. They only had meals together if Cecilia insisted and even with chores they avoided each other unless it was absolutely necessary. .
My piece for the #JuneFalls prompt by @fallspoetry, today's prompt was "Slave to the music". I didn't like this prompt at first but after sitting with it for awhile I think I came up with something rather beautiful. ❤
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If you find you often feel stuck in the comparison trap, ask yourself what is really triggering you? Is it a desire to be somewhere else other than where you are right now?⠀
Is it envy that someone else has what you want, and you fear you can't have it too because they have it?⠀
What I've found is that understanding that when you see someone else enjoying something you desire, this is actually showing you what's possible for you too. ⠀
It doesn't mean it becomes unavailable because someone else has it.⠀
It means it's possible! How brilliant. ⠀
And trusting that you're exactly where you're supposed to be helps you believe this even more. ⠀
we try so many things to escape ourselves, we dont want to feel but we are all masking some shame, guilt, envy, depression, regret, etc. we try to lose ourselves in drugs, alcohol, and other people but when the highs comes down or they are gone what are you left with? the familiar and bitter face of your pain, your trauma, whatever it is that needs to be healed, there waiting for you with a smirking hello. let it burn; let it burn right through you. cry, scream, do whatever you need to do and then rise from its ashes free, alive and healing slowly but surely. #onedayatatime#healing#recovery#prosepoetry#pheonix#writer#thankyou#share#dawn#sunrise#meditation#morning#selfcare