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Before you wonder who Alexandra Lynn might be, it’s me — or part of me. It’s my middle name and my husband’s middle name, combined to form a pen name. This was decided spontaneously.
Tag: <span>Love</span>
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I feel a lot — sometimes, too much. Too intensely, too close. There are so many things that emotionally challenge me, sometimes draining all my energy. I wish I could just switch it off. Like the TV, when the program gets too loud, too hectic.
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I’m Cry, beloved country,
For what we fear will come.
A bleak, uncertain future
Leaves us feeling numb.
Next time when you’re feeling important,
And your ego is in full bloom,
When you take too much for granted,
and believe you’re the best qualified in the room.
When you feel that you’re absence,
Would leave an unfilled hole.
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.
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One of the richest people in the world got married, and, what a surprise, he spent quite a lot of money on it.
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We have arrived at a place of togetherness, and we now have an understanding. We are one, inseparable. We are beautiful together. We belong together. My scar and I complete each other.
When I was feeling down recently,
And I seriously wondered
Whether all over the planet,
People feel the same.
Most of us here in the US have never heard of Reem Sahwil and I want her to meet you, that’s why I am writing this post. In 2015, a 14-year-old Palestinian refugee in Germany burst into tears in front of the camera, midway through an encounter with German Chancellor Angela Merkel, as she begged Merkel to spare her family from deportation.
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I woke up, that’s the most profound thing that happens every day so far – and I am grateful. As so often, I opened my eyes ten minutes before Alexa could play my wake-up song. A silly tune that makes me smile the same way I grinned when I was a young child.
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“There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.”
Virginia Woolf