Pick some random pics from my previous travels that I found in my phone photo album Makes me realized that life actually is about collecting memories of lost and found. About loved and forgotten. Love again. Lost again. Find again. The circle of life. These photos makes me smile, think, and even feel a little sad because it reminds me of So many interesting memories when i was in that situations. Time flies, people come and go, some moments are faded, but to appreciate The connection-short or long, and To cherish moments are what important The most than worried too much about what gonna happen next in The future. I think in The end we Will be just fine ;)
Every time I see purple, I think of you. I’m blessed to hold so many memories I’ll cherish forever. I’m told this gets easier, but I know that isn’t true. Missing you will never get easier💜💜💜
📸: taken at my fav place, Colorado
a #Preview and a #poll - After the one day hosting and touring Andres in #nyc he left for his original destination and I sincerely believe I never heard from him again. However, I have always remembered his last name as it is some sort of a #memory#peg in my mind. So I HAVE looked him up and found someone with the same name but haven’t been certain if it is or not him. As you can see from the photos I have posted so far, and there will be more, he was not a #real#blonde because he had #darkroots back then - not an unusual #look for a 1982 #young#hipster - #sexuality notwithstanding. He was half South American with an Italian heritage and the info I found on him does indicate a #latino connection. And from the photos I have found of him he’s definitely and always has been super #straight . I remember him being somewhat uneasy when I revealed to him I was #gay . I thought he had assumed it. Although we did have a fun day and everything was super cool. I have always been a #gentleman and would never force myself on anyone. Nevertheless photographing a #handsome young man has often been quite satisfying an activity in itself, almost a surrogate sexual activity. I ramble. To the point, I am setting up an Instagram #story#poll to see if YOU think this is the same person 36 years later. You’re welcome of course to leave a #comment if you wish.
Dia ayah sahabatku, dia orang yg selalu menasehatiku setelah ayah kandungku, dia mengajariku banyak hal tentang bagaimana menerima dan mengikhlaskan sesuatu yg bukan menjadi hak milik kita apapun itu, kita sering berbagi dari rokok hingga kopi, dia sering bergurau denganku saking akrabnya hingga terkadang aku lupa dia tetaplah orangtua yg harus aku hormati, selamat jalan Om Wi, terimakasih atas segala wejangan dan senyum tawa yg selalu kita bagi bersama selama ini, maafin aku ya Om aku banyak salah sama Om Wi 😭, kita semua sangat kehilangan sosok seorang ayah, sahabat, dan orangtua, Semoga Allah SWT selalu bersama Om Wi 😭😭😭😭 📷 by @madestradell
I get asked quite often about how to retrieve memories with hypnosis or self-hypnosis.
It is not that difficult. Let's see.
What is a memory and why can't we retrieve it?
Memories are all kind of information that we get in contact with: pictures, sounds, events, experiences, literally everything.
That information is part of a network of associations. It is more like a cobweb than a line. #deep#healing#health#hypnosis#meditation#memory#mind#relaxing#retrievingmemories#self#selfhypnosis#tips http://www.b2s.pm/pEDvOJ
Late for Father’s Day , but I want to make a post for my dad regardless. He isn’t the kind of father who tucked us in at night, called us his princesses, or cried when we went off to school, but to me, he is still the best kind of dad there is. Keeping us safe was always his top priority and he has shared his endless knowledge and wisdom with us everyday (still does). He can come across as stoic, but he has the most wicked sense of humor and tells the best stories and jokes. Ok, the dad jokes have started, too, but according to him they are still good. I have yet to meet any person who has his level of sheer, awesome intelligence and I value his input before all others. To my dad, who taught me how to use the head in my shoulders and to think for myself, to the man who taught me to live honest and strong every day, happy Father’s Day. I love you so much.
Ahh, Father’s Day. I don’t think I can explain how much my dad has taught me throughout the years. He introduced me to pretty much everything I know today. He got me into dirt bikes and snowmobiles when I was 4, I decided to take up percussion because he is a drummer, I love the 80’s music because of him, I can go on and on. He is the definition of “workaholic”. There hasn’t been a day when I didn’t learn something new from him. I can’t even count all the sacrifices he’s made for me over the years...especially all the Father’s Day’s he spent at my all-day soccer tournaments...⚽️.
Thanks for playing Nintendo at 10 P.M after a 14+ hour workday consisting of fixing cars 😂.
Getting his own business 15 years ago in Guilderland was the best thing that happened to this family. A very busy family run business with the nicest clientele is everything we could ask for, and it wouldn’t exist without my dad being the backbone. He taught me about work ethics, how to deal with people, and most importantly, how to read people. My favorite piece of advice that stuck with me is... Why try and control outcomes that cannot be controlled? If people want to be spiteful, jealous, distant, envious, etc., let them be, it only shows exactly who they are on the inside.
Here’s to another Father’s Day, and here’s to many more years of laughter, memories, and experiences. 🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻
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