D W A I N
A lot of you may or may not know that my first name isn’t Hugh. My first name is actually Dwain.
I had the honor of being named after both of my wonderful grandfathers. Dwain Lindsey & James Hugh Varner.
I may not turn my head if you yell Dwain, but you should give it a try sometime if you see me and we can try it out.
#MoveYourMindMonday | Our thoughts and emotions are simply a function of our mind. Similar to how our quads and hamstrings are a function of our leg to walk. When we injure our leg we can physically feel and see the imbalance it causes to how we walk and the rest of our body. But what happens when we have an imbalance in our thoughts or emotions? .
I was listening to some of @brenebrown’s research and she says we’re not curious about things we don’t know a little bit about. We have to know a little bit about it, in order to be curious about it. Most of us, including myself, were not educated about our mind or talked about our feelings. If anything, It was drilled out of us. So of course, no one is curious about what triggers us, what emotions are playing in the screen in our mind, or how we’re feeling day by day or hour by hour. So, let’s open up the conversation! How are you feeling today? What are you curious about your mind? 🤗 PC: @rafekaren courtesy of @iam.hom
В сердце, как в зеркале, тень,
Скучно одной — и с людьми…
Медленно тянется день
От четырех до семи!
К людям не надо — солгут,
В сумерках каждый жесток.
Хочется плакать мне. В жгут
Пальцы скрутили платок.
Если обидишь — прощу,
Только меня не томи!
—Я бесконечно грущу
От четырех до семи. (Цветаева М. И.)
I’m late but happy July !☀️🌸🌷🌴
So I’m all moved in but spent the last week being sick and throwing down a few night shifts at work. For those of you that don’t know me personally, I work in 24 care homes for children & youth. I love love love my job and all my little monsters. But those night shifts are murder with a one year old at home and no sleep in between 😩
I’ll get my painting shit set up hopefully today and start pushing again. I.cant.wait!
“Is Moth your real name?” I asked.
Recognition formed on her face, but she smiled like she was humoring me. “No. My real name used to be Natalie.” She scrunched her nose. “Moth is what people started calling me in grade school.”
The weed made this funnier than it probably was, and I laughed a little too hard. “Sorry,” I said once I’d regained my composure. “Why did they call you that?”
She waved a dismissive hand and picked up the joint to light again. Sucking almost as much smoke into her lungs as before, she took her time releasing a plume into the air between us. “Always had holes in my clothes,” was the only answer she gave me, gesturing to the joint as more of a polite gesture than anything else.
These two have been in my head since I started their story earlier this month! If you haven’t read the first chapter of Flame to Moth yet, join the #patreon so you can see how the story unfolds as I write it!