Creams&Corals Blog

I talk-write ( hope you get the meaning. I've been told I write -in short bursts- the way I talk. That should be because I kind of get gusts of inspiration of what to write at a particular time and in the next minute, I usually get the dry spell. So I just pour it out in writing as it pours through my mind before that imminent dry spell strikes. And I'm just too forgetful nowadays ) too much. Well, it's fun and a kind of vent for me. I hope big. I believe I'm gracefilled. I believe I'm special. I believe I'm the best. I am the greatest! Now, I hope my (too much) talk meets up with my output. I work so hard. I sleep late or not at all. Zero social life. I do my amateurish photography by myself to near perfection as long as each takes. I research and write for an  inspirational and philosophical blog . I attend seminars and read relevant books. I'm apprenticed now and then to broaden my scope. I do stand a whole day on my legs weaving beads. I ha

My sister called my attention to the fact that my smile doesn't get to my eyes. I was baffled because I never noticed. Then I started paying more attention and I realized it's true. So what did that signify? How did I get here? ( I, known to smile excessively even when it's not warranted. And even when in pain. It used to be my trademark. I've even been advised to work on reducing it before 😀😀😀). Hmmnn, I guess the pain is way past my mind. It is now reflected on my face. Guess there's enough the mind can take. -(Debby Cletus) You remember the illustration (beaded jewelry) pieces for my blog post "    IT MUST BE HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF ?" 😀 Nothing makes one more proud and fulfilled than seeing your output been slayed this beautifully... I have come to realize that there are some pains that are just too deep it can't be shared. Some because they are too sensitive and some because nobody would ever understand. Let's just say