Light – normabobb
We have to be the light we seek to illuminate our path. Without self participation there is no hope for success.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2024
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Last Day Best Day – Belladonna’s Flashlight
How you end this month is the exact way you’ll begin next month!
You’re fooling yourself if you think one day will change how you do anything. I’m sorry if that statement comes off strong. It’s the truth.
If you say to yourself, “Not only is this Sunday, but it’s the last day of the month, which means it’s the best time to start fresh.
Only act like you have heard people say, “I’ll start fresh on Monday, or I’ll start Fresh next week.
Then here comes Monday, and it’s the same ole you, and here comes the 1st of the month, and there you are looking, acting, and continuing the same crappy habits that you had last month.
Change takes time and consistency!
You have to be serious about whatever changes you want to make. I can talk until I’m blue in the face about losing weight, eating healthy, and saving money (those are my two favorite areas to discuss). However, if you aren’t ready to listen to what I’m saying, then I’m wasting my time.
YOU HAVE TO WANT TO CHANGE!
Today is your day to finally put you FIRST and take the necessary steps to end this month on a good note.
You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!
~Belladonna~
Fotos des Monats, März 2024 / … Photos of the month, March 2024

Es ist schon wieder so weit, morgen beginnt der April. Es hört sich abgedroschen an, aber die Zeit läuft immer schneller, besonders jetzt vor dem …
Fotos des Monats, März 2024 / … Photos of the month, March 2024
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2020-03-31 01397-tod-040267 Birch Tree
Canon PowerShot – ƒ/3.2 1/250 4.5mm ISO160 – La Crosse, WI
Stains of Silence – Grounds For Hope
In the act of casting dirt, Beware: a tempest swirls, suspended air. It may not touch another's frame, Yet clings to hands, a lasting claim. A cascade of words, like soil thrown, Echoes linger, seeds sown In the silent echoes, they find their berth, Staining hands with the soil of words. Speak with kindness, let understanding flow. For the dirt thrown may forever glow. On hands that reached in anger's quest, A constant reminder, a bitter mark. Choose words that plant flowers, not thorns, In the garden of discourse, where peace is born. For when the storm of words has passed, Let not the soil on hands forever last.
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