I have a bank of beautiful words and pictures that touch and inspire me in some way or another. Here are a few for your Wednesday. Hope they come alive for you!
When life throws you Sundays, head for a bao.
I stumbled upon this one at the Wok Express which has recently launched a bao section to their menu. Let’s just say, I’d like to kiss them for it.
The Eggplant Tempura Bao was sheer gorgeousness. Crispy, fried slivers of eggplant topped with chili mayo enclosed shyly in a bao that was a soft as a baby’s bottom. The humbleness of the eggplant and the sweetness of the bao made me want to happily squiggle.
I am heading for another one this weekend.
Gala Darling the creator of “Adorn Yourself, Adorn Life” a beautiful self love blog just popped up her first book baby on the 9th of February.
I don’t know why I decided to go for this one, but I think my heart guided me to. I’d like to say its the most perfect reminder I needed to understand myself right here, right now. It’s a simple, no fuss, direct hit on loving yourself right.
Thank you Gala! You are a blessing!
For anyone who’s struggling with loving themselves at the moment, read this one. ❤
When fear knocks your door, open it wide. Let it rage, let is encircle you. Stand tall. Do not bow down.
You are not your fears.
Heal them. Love them. Embrace them. They are parts of you that have been misunderstood. Understand them. They need you. They need your strength, splendor and love.
Do not make yourself small. You are the galaxy, the stars, the infinite love that resides in every atom. Remember that. Believe in all that you are.
If you are having a rough day, I want to tell you that you matter. You are beautiful.
Sending you’ll a hug through the clouds.
Image Credits: @cleowade, Instagram
I am ready. I am ready to embrace who I have become. I choose to stop fighting. I shed my old skins. I reach out and touch myself. All of myself. I refuse to fight who I am for who I was. I was who I was. I am who I am.
Today, in the light of love, I’ve become love. Hate, sorrow, anger are too heavy to carry. Love is my wings. Love is my breath.
I breathe. I hug myself. I hug the softness that I’ve fought so hard to disclaim. It is who I am. And I celebrate it.
I think Monday is an unwanted muse. Stranded in between the treasured weekend and 4 weekdays which pretty much blame it for anything that goes wrong, Monday is unloved.
Just when Sunday was settling in and your creative juices had begun to flow, you had to wake up to another week of work.
I wanted to put up a Jim Carrey jewel for some Monday inspiration today, but I decided to post in some pictures instead to light up the blues. These are just random loves that I found on Tumblr yesterday. Hope they make you smile.
There is magic. It shows itself in the way a book chooses you.
Right now, reading The Little Paris Bookshop is like knowing a secret admirer. Bidding its time, the book showed up just when I needed it. I don’t know how books do it. I don’t know how they know you need them. But this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced it.
At some of the most crucial phases of my life, a book has popped up and stayed. Its been a bed warmer, confidant and secret lover. It has made me feel safe, warm and taken care of.
For those of you who are looking for something soulful to read, grab this. For those of you who are looking for just about anything at all, grab this.
Too much amor.