Tag Archives: soul

Clear Skies And Sunshine

Sunny weather can have such a positive impact on your mood and it’s brilliant. The last couple of days, I’ve never felt better.

Easter is around the corner too, which I’m looking forward to as well.

I’m hoping to focus on the new book project a lot in these next few weeks or so. Connecting with my friends again would be cool, social interaction of any kind is good for the soul. Well, depending on the situation, I suppose.

Cherish your loved ones, live in the moment, be kind to yourself.

That’s what I’d tell my younger self: be brave.

Mila. Xo

A Little Poem: Peace Of Mind

All these emotions, running through your mind

When all you want is peace

For healing to set your mind free

And love to bring light

All these thoughts, of which you’ve been consumed

When all you wanted was to feel safe

For time to heal your heart

And the sun to shine on you

Blessings In Disguise

Figured I would sit down and get this written up before I go to bed in a while. The day’s not been too bad, a little predictable at times, but that is to be expected.

Anyway, I feel hopeful about the week so far. Routine is pretty much the same each day, although I enjoy the structure of it. Brings some kind of joy to the current circumstances of life.

I do feel incredibly blessed for the ones I know, the people I have gotten to know better over the years, and the ones I have yet to encounter on this journey.

So fortunate for my faith, my continuous sense of hope despite everything that I’ve experienced. And I’m grateful for my guardian angels above, the maternal grandmother I knew and loved very much. And also, the paternal grandmother that I never got to meet.

Some people I prefer not to mention, for other reasons, but I’ll leave it at that. In recent years, I’ve tried my best to forgive and bear no grudges. All it does is weigh your soul down, and it’s not worth the inner sorrow.

If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would be this: trust in God.

Stay safe and well, be kind, and God bless you all.


Mila. Xo





Outlet For The Mind, Body & Soul



There’s nothing I love more than being able to express myself on this platform, whilst listening to my favorite music, audiobooks, podcasts.

Another thing that I’m really into at the moment is exercise, meditation too.

I also find immense comfort in my faith, and in connecting with my family, my friends, who are my second family unit. I’m so grateful for them all.

Taking my supplements and getting enough rest has also been on the top of my priorities. All these lockdowns have really opened my eyes to the importance of taking care of one’s self.

It can be challenging at times, because I am my own worst critic. Learning to be patient with yourself and not be so self-deprecating has been an interesting journey.

One step at a time, I tell myself each day. Eventually, the positive affirmations bloom from within your mind by default. At least, from my own experience.

Well, that brings this blog post to an end. I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe in these unpredictable times.


Mila. Xo

Poem For My Guardian Angel

Within my heart
Your soul can reside

You were an angel
Before your time

Yet there’s a difference now
You’ve gained your wings

So fly, my angel, fly high
May your soul be at peace

Always Remain You In Time

When life seems to improve, you start to feel a little better about the coming months ahead. I’m excited to see what this year will bring me, or who I’ll meet as of yet.

To live is a blessing, but to have lived, a fulfilled life; of beautiful moments, precious memories and everlasting joy is a treasure in one’s eyes. It melts your heart like butter, and reminds you just how lucky you are, as a human, and as a person.

A little nudge to the obstacles that have tried, and not succeeded in bringing one’s soul down. Let love guide your heart, and let light fill your mind, remain you in time.

 

a poem for the soul

In life, it feels like the superficial reality of it poisons our system
I never understood what seemed wonderful about lying to yourself.

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idealistic mind

The writer’s block is gone and I’m feeling like myself again, what a feeling it is to feel!

I’ve written material I hope to use in my future book, life is falling into place, I sense-
and it’s only going to evolve and progress, it’s a ‘feel it in my heart’ kind of moment.

This year has been a test of strengths, although I have come out of it; a stronger person in my own being, and I feel like I’m going back to basics in terms of myself, creativity wise.

This weekend, I’ll be posting my first poem on the secondary blog, so if anyone wants to read it then feel free to in a short while, it’ll be on there before you know it. I am so relieved that it’s soon the end of another week, I can’t really put it into words how tired I feel.

But, within, I feel renewed, like a new chapter of my life/story is coming together and it’s a nice feeling, in general, but still: how lovely. Writing definitely keeps me sane, very much so. Enough of my rambling, though. Have a wonderful day, spread love, smile, be you.

cold nights and blog posts

So, it’s finally the end of another stressful, hectic week. Not so much in the amount of stuff that has been happening, but in general, I’ve felt quite mixed in terms of emotions

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breaking points

okdIt starts with a simple trigger, and it ends with an emotional cry of defeat. A passive-aggressive mechanism mastered from the years and pieces of you broken off like you’re society’s doll, robotic to emotion and numb from the chemical imbalance of one’s mind.

What you saw in movies, it became your illusion, the safety blanket you never had as a child, but eventually, the rose-colored lens faded, and you saw the world in all the disgusting hues of reality. Blue became associated with sadness & your lover’s eyes, red became nothing but a reminder of the blood you lost, and the love that decayed along with it.

I wish life was like it seemed when childhood nightmares were only the majority of life’s problems, you could breathe oxygen without being constantly clouded by the loss of your beloved, oh how tragic it felt at the time, but as time goes, you start to feel the hatred building like the blocks you had as a kid, ain’t it funny how tables can twist and turn?