All weekend I followed this guy around.......my saint and my hero. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He’s always travelled for business, for as long as we’ve been together, but the more time goes on the more I want to be beside him. And so that leaves me completely obsessed with him when he returns after 2 months of non stop travel.... and I guess after 10 years together, that’s a pretty good sign. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Thank you my love for always keeping the fire going in my heart. It’s because of you that I keep exploring what it means to be me, while also being your everything. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This life & this love that we’ve built is one that the saints speak of and that the hero’s worship... and hot dang I’m pretty darn grateful for it all. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Love you love. 🖤
Phil and the Illegals performing Pantera tracks This Love and A New Level from Friday’s show. Haven’t seen much quality footage so I thought I’d put mine out there. Was trapped against a wall at this tiny venue so I just put my phone up in the air and hoped for the best. Phil dedicated the set to Dime and Vinnie. Will never not be down to hear these songs live. Regardless of how you feel about Phil the songs are undeniable ✌🏻 #pantera#philanselmo#philanselmoandtheillegals#thislove#anewlevel @panterapage @philiphanselmo @philiphanselmoandtheillegals @pantera_fanpage1 @daily_pantera
My darling, You are so full of life. Such a big personality. So curious, so inquisitive even without words. You stare so intently, absorbing it all around you. You cannot be still. You are always moving, even when your asleep. Your feet, your hands. So sensory. You love to sift through dirt. Feeling it drop between your fingers. You feel 100% and love 100%. You make people work for your affection. You don’t immediately trust someone, but when you let them in you give them the biggest smile. I wish so many things for you. I hope you continue your appetite for adventure. For exploring. For nature. I hope you have an appetite for reading, for discovering new things. But most of all, I hope you do what you want to do. The biggest lesson I have learned this past year as a mother, is to let you be you and to nurture that. Stay wild and love big. And you will have a beautiful, fun life. And I hope you don’t think your parents are too silly. Haha, because we are just mad about you. -
Well, you voted and here it is! ✨ My new single #ThisLove out now! ❤️🎶 smarturl.it/hj-thislove-single 📲Save it to your playlists, stream, download & 📻 REQUEST REQUEST REQUEST at your favourite radio stations! ✨ ☀️ I wrote this fun summer love song with @kirstyleeakers and @natpearsonmusic and it's about how refreshing it is to finally find your soul mate and true love in life 😘 🎥 The music video comes out Friday! Produced by the talented crew at @klikproductions, and along with chasing love letters around a gorgeous farmhouse, I got to ride a beautiful horse called 'Goldie'... can't wait for you to see it! 😍
Big thanks to my producer Jamie at @rukkusroom and all the talented musicians who played on this track; to @socialfamilyrecords for believing in my music and in particular, this song; to @ctmwesternwear for my gorgeous dress - as seen in my cover art and music video. To @matonguitars for my divine Mini Maton Diesel Edition & to @marketthemusic for your guidance and support, and for always designing the best cover art!
I'm so proud of this song - I hope you add it to your summer playlists & love it just as much as I do! ☀️❤️🎶
I woke up from a nap a little grumpy because I miss him. 😢
Sometimes I woke up at night and start calling him.
“Are you okay?” he will always ask. “I am fine. I just need to hear your voice.”
And then I go back to sleep.
Sometimes you don’t need more.
You just need to hear the voice of your love.❤️
To the man who loves me at my worst - I miss you.
Thank you for your patience.
I love kissing these little feet. These little feet that have not taken their first step. I like to think about where they will take her but cherish this time that she is always by my side. ❤️
This love is like no other.
Ein Bild vom gestrigen Spaziergang, nachdem ich beim Heutigen einfach kein ordentliches Foto machen konnte, es war einfach interessanter mit mir selbst zu reden 😂🤷
Ich habe mich aber endlich wieder unter Kontrolle 🙏 Die letzten drei Tage habe ich im Prinzip nichts anderes getan, außer gegessen und gegessen. Ich hatte an sich nichts Großartiges zu tun außer auf etwas zu warten und scheinbar habe ich eben das, wie es geht, doch noch nicht so erlernt, wie gedacht.
So gerne ich mal auch über Stress jammere, wenn ich viel zu tun habe, weiß ich ganz genau, wie, was und wo. Aber wenn ich eigentlich eher gerade frei (also im Vergleich) habe und dann aber die Ausrede (was soll ich denn sonst machen, wenn ich darauf warten muss und es an sich damit sich ja nicht auszahlt, was anderes zu machen 🙄🤨) auch noch habe - dann scheine ich jede Logik wieder vergessen zu haben.
Gott sei Dank habe ich mich nur nach drei Tagen da wieder raus geholt und da nicht länger zu geschaut. Lektion habe ich jetzt aber gelernt und hoffentlich vergesse ich sie nicht gleich wieder 😅 Aber es kann nun mal nicht alles perfekt ablaufen und immer nur nach unten gehen 😔 Klar wünscht man sich das, aber was soll es? Es heißt dann halt einfach nur, weitermachen wie zu vor, nicht zu enttäuscht sein und nicht aufgeben 🙏❤️
There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind.
And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
This story reminds us that as soon as our baby is a thought in our mind, his or her song starts. #chooseyourtribe#growhope#infertility#adoptionjourney#dreambig#listen#sing#partner#parenthood#nurture#motherhood#waiting#thislove#divinefeminine#divinetiming#oldsoul#family#divinemasculine#father