LOVE GUEST POST, MIRRORS SERIES

MIRRORS: GUEST POST OF LANCE, LANCE SHERIDAN ❤️

Hello, Friends.
Yeka, like myself, professes love. And that’s all you need, especially in today’s turbulent times. I write a lot about the sea, religion, but love is my favorite. I always come back to it as I’m sure all of you do. Poetic style changes, our lives change, but the true meaning of life never does. It is the one thing that remains constant, love. Always there for you, sincere and unconditional.
Peace and love, Lance Sheridan


A long love

Love is handily made of what is necessary

To replace a loneliness;

A plainly made agreement on paper to stop

The holes- the one in the heart, 

The one for a singular arrangement established

By a length of emptiness.

Did she mean, did he say, you do not cry,

Tell lightly what you meant;

All of which nobody not you knew.

But it is so. Once in a while you wait.

There is no search, but there is hope.

A circle of a ring and a chance for pleasure

And not getting tired of it,

It shows there is no mistake.

A commitment is a commitment and does

Not connect under a bed.

The sight of a reason, the same sight slighter,

The intention to wishing,

The same splendor is a necessity needed.

A method of love, a single climb to a system,

Lily white with a noise and a grace;

Not in a catalogue, not a resignation-

All makes for a silver lining with no ribbon.

Copyright © 07/06/2019 lance sheridan®


MIRRORS: A special series of Reflections on Life and Love ❤️

Thanks for your wonderful visit, friends!

For even more amazing inspiration, do visit Lance on Lance Sheridan!

Till our next run, looking forward to gazing at more lovely Mirrors with you! ❤️

BOOKSHELVES SERIES, LOVE GUEST POST

BOOKSHELVES: GUEST POST OF JESSICA, JESSICA E. LARSEN ❤️

Ah, it’s this dream again… 

I thought as I found myself standing in the dark unable to see even my own fingers. Soon a small sobs of a child echoed. Out of the darkness, a small girl with blond wavy hair appeared in the center of the light, her frail arms wrapped around her folded legs and face buried between her knees as her shoulder shook.

“Mommy,” she muttered.

I clenched my fist as I glanced at the back of the woman who stood on a distance, not far from the girl. I shared a little of the girl’s pain, and if I could, I would have rush to her side and hug her, but I can’t. My feet won’t move, my lips are zipped and all I could do was closed my eyes and silently cry inside.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

That round masculine voice made me open my eyes. The little girl stopped sniffling and rubbed the tears from her round amber eyes before looking up to the man. 

I looked at the man with long silky black hair and white headband standing in front of the little girl. 

“But, remember you’re not alone.” He crouched down and patted the girl’s head. A gesture that brought a smile on the little girl’s faced and warmed my heart. “I’m here for you,” he said looking at me just before I open my eyes, gasping.

I clicked my tongue. “It always stops at the good part,” I mumbled and goes back to sleep, this time hoping to speak to the man in my dream. 


BOOKSHELVES: A Special Series Featuring Short Stories ❤️

In this big wide world, we all have our awesome stories to tell!

For even more amazing inspiration,do visit Jessica on Jessica E. Larsen! ❤️

Till our next run, may we relish life in all its grandeur and live to tell even more magnificent stories!

REBLOGGED LOVE POST

Bumblebee Bliss (Reblogged) ❤️

Popping my HAPPY PILL and thanking Brad of Writing to Freedom for continuously sharing happy sunshine and bumblebee bliss!! 💛😀☀️🐝 🌼🌻🐝☀️😀💛

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Bumblebee Bliss

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bright yellow sirens

calling the bees to come feast

on liquid sunshine

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Fellow blogger Yeka, from IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE blog, wrote a fun post today about perspective. It reminded me, in a fun way, that we have the power of perspective in choosing how to approach each new day. I’m going to join Yeka and the bees, and pop my happy pill today. And like Yeka, I acknowledge that there will be challenges certainly. And still, how our day progresses is hugely dependent upon how we choose to look at our day. What filters, meaning, beliefs, and responses do we choose and ascribe to simple events. A good example is when it rains. Many people instantly decide it’s a bad day simply because of the weather. When you have a challenge, see if you can find some good in it, or the faith that good…

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CLOCKS SERIES, LOVE GUEST POST

CLOCKS: GUEST POST OF FRITZIE, LIFE TRAVEL SOUL ❤️

As I stepped into the sunlight, I felt the cool breeze on my skin. The sun was shining through the trees; the pale pink cherry blossoms were blooming.

It was a beautiful Spring day in New York!

We said our “I Do’s” last April 8, 2017. Today, as we relive those special moments, we thought of sharing this video clip with you.


CLOCKS: Looking Back In Time ❤️

Celebrating life’s special moments on WordPress ❤️

For even more lovely inspiration, do visit Fritzie on Life Travel Soul! ❤️

Till our next run, may we savor every moment that will last in our hearts forever! ❤️

DOORS SERIES, LOVE GUEST POST

DOORS: GUEST POST OF SHEREE, VIEW FROM THE BACK ❤️

Hi friends! I’ve always loved doors! In my life, they represent fresh opportunities, adventures, pointers, lessons, revelations, celebrations, and more.

In our WP community, opening doors translates into a renewed appreciation for our beloved fellow bloggers and their deeply cherished blogs.

Through my Doors Series, I aim to give our fellow bloggers the gift of sharing a piece of their world. I invite them to guest post on my blog and share their message, their story, their heart. I also encourage them to show how our blogs and worlds link together in love.

After all, IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE.️❤️

Today, we happily knock on the door of a dear fellow blogger:

Sheree of View from the Back ❤️


I’ve never written for a blog other than my own. I typically write about what interests me. Mine is a light-hearted blog, intended to amuse and delight. It’s rare I ever touch on weighter matters and this is largely because I lead a wonderful life. It rarely rains on my parade. And, if it does, it’s never for very long.

Yeka asked me to write about LOVE and I’m conscious that there’s many types of love.

Should I talk about the love between a long-married couple?

Maybe I should talk about the love between friends?

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Or what about that between a parent and child?

Finally, Yeka herself provided the spark of inspiration when she commented on one of my recipes.

Yes, I’m going to talk about cupboard love. A love rarely referred to in all the literature. Let me explain further.

My parents were in the food trade and, while I didn’t appreciate it at the time, we consequently ate rather well. My mother was happy to spread our bounty around and our house was always open. It wasn’t unheard of me to turn up with numerous friends in tow for a meal or just a snack. It never fazed my mother. “Never knowingly undercatered” was her leitmotif. Needless to say she was very popular with all my friends. I should add at this point, she was an excellent cook.

During my school days when we went on school trips, everyone always saved a seat for me on the prized back row. Not because they wanted to sit with me but because they hoped to profit from my abundent packed lunch. Yes, my mother would send me off on these trips with enough food for half the coach. I was sensible enough to realise that it was just cupboard love.

Unsurprisingly, invitations to my parent’s parties were much prized thanks to the excellence of my mother’s cooking.Those invitations were often not reciprocated using the excuse that there was no way to compete with my mother. She used to point out that it wasn’t a competition and not having to prepare a meal and clear up afterwards would be sufficient reward for her. This largely fell on deaf ears. I now know how she felt!


I’m well-known on the Cote d’Azur for the cakes I used to make for my former cycling club’s events. My husband’s current cycling club is desperate for me to join and continue the tradition. I’m sure I shall at some point to avoid to losing my notoriety meanwhile there are plenty of riders (and their teams’ support staff) who’d be happy to attest to the excellence of my baked goodies.


Thanks so much for opening your door to us, dear Sheree! ❤️

You have showcased the finest ingredients of a happy, loving home with a happy, abundant open invitation to all. You have shown what love, passion, and generosity translate into. More than having your home filled with happy tummies, you’ve been blessed with a home filled with such happy hearts that beat to the best ingredient in this world: LOVE!

May your home continue to overflow with such awesome abundance that blesses the world so many times over!


So friends, thanks for dropping by!

Do give Sheree a special knock on View from the Back.❤️

Till our next run of Doors, I wish everyone many happy, love-filled days ahead!

And here’s looking forward to opening more Doors with you! ❤️