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Please November Be Inspiring 

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Today is November the third, and finally I’ve found time to write. Honestly, so far, I have no idea how, or even what, this post will be about. Sometimes there are too many things to say, and other times none at all. It isn’t because you run out of ideas but because you just feel like… maybe later or after this or that. Or, perhaps it was the half-term break, and you wanted to enjoy it fully with family.

So, honestly the only thing that crossed my mind at the very moment was Napoleon. Of all the historical figures, he was the one who crossed my mind. 

Strange, isn’t it? 

I haven’t studied history in ages, and Napoleon, in my history schoolbooks, was an invader, who decided, out of the blue, to conquer the world through Egypt, to spread enlightenment and civilisation. 

But which enlightenment, and which civilisation? 

And who ever said there wasn’t any? 

And who decided that what he offered was better than what existed? 

I have no idea. 

But his project didn’t last long, and as far as I remember, for only three years, and then the whole expedition ended in a big failure.

Does this remind you of something else? 

Anyway, back to November with its dear winter. It has knocked heavily at the door, bringing the first hints of the season with strong gusts, heavy showers, and long, cold nights. Its company seems delighted to linger. This week, and the following week, are all grey and rainy and gusty. But that’s okay, we’re used to it, and we endure the visit with waterproof coats, warm homes, and delicious, hearty meals. Still, with a hopeful heart, I pray November and its dear guest have remembered to bring along some inspiring moments, not with more Napoleons, but with some… blue and white and sunshine thoughts. 

So, please November, be an inspiration of hope and peace, a gift of happiness, and a promise that beautiful dreams may come true.

With hope and peace,

Nahla 

Just writing

I Love Octobers

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This is Ann Shirley’s famous quote. 

But, I love Octobers too. 

Octobers are special, colourful, and definitely cold.

Their days grow shorter, and their nights stretch long.

And you sleep more.

You sneak into bed by eight pm, and hiding under the covers until seven am.

Their meals are another story.

For of course, you eat more.

Roasts, soups, cakes, and pies.

And from now on your hands always hold a hot drink.

Tea, coffee, and herbs—all steaming with the scent of October.

This tenth month on the calendar, doesn’t it remind you of something? 

Just look back and scan the months behind you, and see how far you’ve come and how many chances still await to receive and cherish before the end of the year.

If you could think of seven positive words to boost your energy at the beginning of this first cold month on the calendar, what would they be?

Can you use only the letters of  OCTOBER, please? 

Here’s my humble contribution: 

Opportunities — They always exist, so never say never.

Creativity— Isn’t that what makes things more beautiful?

Thankfulness— Remember, there are others who can’t enjoy things as you do.

Originality— Nothing can beat it.

Blessings— They are abundant; just count them.

Enthusiasm—That’s the first push to make a good start every day.

Rejoice— Happiness is a choice.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Apracity

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It’s cold today, but it’s also sunny. I love it when you feel the warmth of the sun on a cold day. You not only feel the warmth of the sun; you also enjoy the blue sky, the green grass, and even the brown bare trees. People, big and small, old and young, will either put on their coats or not, and go out for a walk or a run.

It’s finally a sunny day.

Would there be any surprises in such a beatiful day? I have a funny one.

It’s sunny and cold, yes, but what’s more refreshing and enjoyable than taking the clean laundry out to fly with the light wind and dry under the warm sun?

I did, but before I closed the door, my bird ran after me. He stood on the airer and kept looking at me. To my surprise, I didn’t panic, didn’t try to catch him, and didn’t feel sad either. He would definitely fly away, soar high, and forget about me, I thought and continued hanging the clothes. But he didn’t fly away. Instead, he flew back inside and straight into his open cage. I really can’t express how happy I felt and am feeling.

They say when you choose to stay when you have the full freedom to go, you deeply feel you’re belonged and loved.

That’s the apracity of my day.

With all the best wishes,

Nahla