What is visible can be cured can be treated but what is hidden inside us, buried deep inside our mind and heart and is hurting can not be understood by all but some.
Thus, the healing of such things which are abstract and can be felt but not seen require heartfelt prayers and emotional touches to heal.
Every person is unique and requires different techniques to heal their mental peace and emotions. But prayers are something special and when sent from a heart to another, work miracles. I don’t say that it will cure you but it surely will strengthen you and motivate you to come victorious out of the darkness.
Here I am sharing a picture I found on net which gave me immense peace in time of anxiety and along with I pray, for all those who read or see this post of mine, to have peace and calm in their hearts.
Imagine you are present there, lying down on that soft green grass, surrounded by the lush green trees. The breeze is cool and slow filled with the scent of wild flowers.
I pray to the vast universe that surrounds us, to mother nature. With my open arms I request you to embrace us. To show us the serene views, to let us feel the gentle love of mother nature and let us absorb the nothingness and quiet surrounding to let our throbbing brains clamdown and anxious minds relax. Let us, oh mother nature, breathe in the purity and realise that nothing is out of reach, we just have to ask for with whole heart and true belief that our prayers are heard and answered by the universe and that miracles do happen.
And believe me it does work. May some other words for you, but it does. I am thankful to word of the day challenge to give me this opportunity to share my prayer with all.
For me the week winners are two not one. First is Alexa Donne and the other is Jenna Moreci. They are established authors and author tubers. I will share the links to their channels below for you all to have a look.
Now, for why I call them this week’s winners. There are so many writing advices all over the Internet that they confuse you or even demotivate an aspiring writer. But for these two people I would say that, they are different and simple. In other words, their advices are more approachable and practical. It’s easy to follow and apply what they say. Even they burst the myths of many superfluous advices making round on the net.
They made my writing journey very easy. After listening to them I realised that it is what I always wanted writing to be. They are saying what I always wanted to hear but no one told me.
Now, I have started again to write and trying to complete my short story collection and editing of my novel. Hopefully, I will finish my work soon and get to see my words printed in black and white.
The links to pretty ladies, the saviours of my writing journey.
he was sitting all alone in classroom all puzzled up. the paper was lying in front of him…blank spaces staring at him. he rested his elbows on the desk and held his face at forehead. now sweat was shining on his temples and on brows. he again looked up towards the class door. She was still there, leaning against the wall. smiling. he shook his head and tried to concentrate on his paper but every now and then his gaze stopped on her. he was now biting his nails, shaking his head vigorously. one last time he looked at the door and then threw away the paper and holding his head, his fingers now fondling his hair, started to pull at them hard. his helplessness rolled down his cheeks, with pain the the lips stretched back showing his clenched teeth. ‘ what’s the matter with you?’ placig the paper back in front of him, Mrs. James, the teacher asked. he pointed towards the door without looking up. ‘ yes the door but what?’ Mrs. James asked again. ‘ ask her …t-to LEAVE.’ he said. ‘ Ask whom? ‘ asked Mrs. James and after a brief pause released a sigh, ‘ Enough! You are wasting time’ Mrs. James continued. He looked up from teacher’s face to girl’s still grinning face, who was now chewing a gum and appeared very careless, for a couple of times open mouthed and wide eyed. he all of a sudden banged his head on the desk and there was darkness all around as if someone has switched off all the lights and blind folded him. with a loud and fast paced hammering in his head, he opened his eyes surrounded by medical equipments and with his mother sitting on the bed near his feet covering her face with handkerchief. yet the sobs escaped.