Mental Health

Just Breath Deeply
“Inhale, exhale, everything is going to be ok. Actually it’s going to turn out better than okay, you’ll see.” This is a good reminder
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Love Harmony Peace
“Let there be love in our hearts, harmony in our homes and peace in our land.” This is something we all want and try to do.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Balance And Self-Care
“If you can’t stop thinking about it, don’t stop working for it.” If something is in your mind all of the time, it means that “IT” is important to you.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Strong
“Start your day by appreciating one simple thing — a breath, a moment, a memory. Gratitude makes even ordinary days feel meaningful.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Each New Step Is Progress
“Sometimes gratitude is appreciating your ability to start again without shame, carrying lessons instead of regret into your new beginnings.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Drop the Stone
Let go of your attachments; stop pushing a stone that doesn't belong to you. We often try desperately to move an enormous stone—one inscribed with past regrets, the arrangements of fate, the opinions of others, and even the lives of others.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Chai & Calm Cafe Vibes
Calm that starts with a cuppa, The serene sounds of melody, Gently easing through speakers, A cafe setting, Vibes I take in while
By Manisha Dhalani3 months ago in Poets
in the still of the night. Runner-Up in Don’t Turn Around Challenge.
I’ve walked this path many times the soft trill of a lonely toad or the midnight hoot of a regal owl … in the still of the night
By John Cox3 months ago in Poets
Kitchen Psychology
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, All my past battles rage within my mind. Not all of them coexist peacefully, Yet they all live within me.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
Healer Cat
He moved from one shed roof to another. He was stealthy, like a thief, but his intentions were strictly benevolent. He acted like a frightened dog.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
No More Child's Play
I'm an adult With battle scars to prove it Physical scars, Emotional ones too. Behind me are the days of innocence When I was cared for
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
The Place You Fear
There are wounds that arrive as whispers, not shouted in anger, not thrown like stones, but laid softly between two hearts.
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets