We Found Love at Rosemont

Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.

—Tena Desae

Yeah, so I’m pretty sure we took the titles Lord and Lady of the Manor to a whole other level for our anniversary/my birthday getaway, but could there have been a greater display of wealth and splendor?¿—and no—I do not mean the opulent staircase, Grand Portico, or majestic grounds of the Historic Rosemont Manor. No, while all of the latter is surely breathtaking, I am speaking of the hearts that move about the manor, center stage and behind the scenes—those who host the elegant tea parties, tend to the stately grounds, prepare and serve the delectable breakfast dishes, maintain the cleanliness of such an immaculate estate—and even those with fur and glowing eyes that scare the heebie-jeebies out of you in the midnight hours as you travel through the gate after a charming dinner in Old Town Winchester. Yes, I am speaking of the hearts we embraced which beat like Sioux feet, and embraced us back with love and that “oh my goodness, Sister Sue is the plug” for homemade jam! Yes, my loves, four months and some change later Frank and I are in still in love with Rosemont.

You know us—we live for love, and we love how we love. You are well aware by now that our art separately and combined is always our highest expression of our love—so even on our anniversary we loved so hard and made the most of our time. Some days this can be a challenge, but the Rosemont tribe ensured that we could make the most of the one day we had to spare in our busy bee day-to-day. I mean seriously mis Andestagōnwa I got a chance to twirl like a madwoman about one of the grandest porticoes western Virginia has to offer—literally, until I was dizzy—without as much as an awkward side eye. You know you have had an undeniably ravishing time when you leave a place and your only “regret” is not taking your beautiful hostesses up on the invitation to slide across the luxuriously kept hardwood floors…in your socks.

Of course, you will find millions and millions of places all around the globe that would make for wonderful wedding venues, tea parties, one-night stays, and humble vacation getaways, but when you find a place that comes jam-packed with good energy and good people who simply love to love, and enjoy being good company just as much as they enjoy having good company—you cherish them—you hold those places near and dear to your heart. You remember them, do your best not to forget them—and you show them off, because you desire the world to see that it does not take cookie cutter people, yes men or people who you have known for years and years, or those who you are sure share your every belief, viewpoint, favorite dish, opinion or taste in fashion per se. No, it only takes people who are willing to love just as much as you are willing to give this world a blossoming future. Rosemont blossoms. Spring has sprung, Summer has budded and despite Autumn swiftly approaching, we can be certain Rosemont is still buzzing and will still be buzzing with love come Winter snowfall.

So, where will you be having your next spot of tea my loves? Where will you unwind in your next luxurious bubble bath? Where will you tie the love knot, if not in and around love?…

My Favorite Spot: Eh, everywhere was divine! but definitely the Grand Portico for its sublime views, the Einstein Room for its quietly complex Einsteiness, and the Kennedy Suite—I simply adored the painting of Lady Kennedy! ^_^ #sayidorosemont. Continue reading “We Found Love at Rosemont”

Hurricane Maria Dominica - Copernicus - 4600 Lives Lost/People Killed

Hurricane Maria ‘killed 4,600 in Puerto Rico’ – #WeStandonLove

“A third of deaths after September’s hurricane were due to interruptions in medical care caused by power cuts and broken road links, researchers say.” —BBC NEWS

Is this anger?

I want to say it was anger which seeped through my tear ducts upon seeing the breaking news article Frank shared with me, but it…it is somewhat raptured, caught between anguish, anger, anxiety and a whole host of other words that all mean I am utterly lost for words, and emotions feel really funny right now. How can we? This—all—my stream of consciousness. How can we sit back in our privileged luxuries, be they minimal or grand, and not at least try to make this world a more caring, more loving place? How can we sleep at night knowing so many living and breathing sisters and brothers, mothers, children, infants, and elders are no longer living and breathing, simply because we all as a uniu have yet to care enough to ensure that our kin at least had a surviving, fighting, weeping chance? I know why these hurricanes touched land and why these floods rose so maliciously, and I rebuke the mampa isi, the unega—the evil spirits, the devils and all others who gave the okay and allowed such a tragedy to befall in such an ungodly manner a people, our people. I rebuke us all for being so selfish, so deaf, so dumb, so mute, so blind. We must do better—myself included. We must care for our siblings across this globe as we care for our own. We must care for our own enough and with such high regard that we can care for our sisters and brothers afar—so that we feel compelled to care for our sisters and brothers afar. We must remember each persono and persona near or far in our prayers, meditations, thoughts, deeds, and actions. We have been mad. Mad with the lack of tender love and care. We have been cold.

And we, here on American soil, allow Air Force One and all other “government” aircrafts to fly all about the United States Incorporated, from tea party to gala, business trip to pleasure trip, personal getaway to collusion getaway, but we do not stand with unity, dignity, and force to declare that all said crafts be grounded and stocked with supplies and/or rescue provisions to aid the United States Incorporated territory that is Puerto Rico in the wake and aftermath of such a storm to ensure the safety and livelihood of as many people as possible. I mean seriously, do you really need roads or power lines to land a helicopter? When will the streets of United States Incorporated be flooded with the living and breathing bodies of the United States Republic screaming death to the devils, life to love!¿

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My Yellow Room - Sound of Revival - Autobiography of Egypt English

Stepping on toes


Even a basic two-step takes practice.

Gifted—everyone has a gift say the good books. Each person has something inside of Him or Her which specifically sets Him or Her apart from all others and amongst the ranks of others who share similar gifts, right? Right. So what makes you special…if you are not the only one with your given gift…what makes your gift worth having?

YOU.

You are what makes your gift special. I am the only person walking this good green-blue earth harboring my specific set of morals, traits, values, and experiences. You are the only persona who can express your gift with and from the perspective of your past, present and future living.

YOU ARE THE GIFT.

Fathom this…you, a one of a kind, living breathing walking talking gift to be continually perfected in all areas and aspects of life and existence then shared with humanity well-seasoned and tastefully raw af. Eh, picture that Love.

Peace and always Love!

—♥Egypt

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Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces - Two Year Young Egypt

Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces

You must first be great to produce greatness. From mediocre you receive mediocracy. To be great is an ongoing journey—no Man, no Woman possesses a beginning or an end to his or her greatness. Greatness is to be assumed, owned and managed continually. You are by divine creation great. It is only when you decide to stop striving to be greater than your yesteryou that you begin to dress your own self in robes of mediocracy. There is no end to the levels of greatness one can achieve either—there is only stagnation.

You are indeed great my Loves!

—♥E

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We Never Tangle Perfectly — Love Advice Sex Advice

We never tangle perfectly—no such thing.

It takes two they say to tangle. By law, the latter manifests a perfect imperfection—and in love no thing is wrong because all moves toward a beautiful righteousness. There are days we creak, some we crack, others we go and we go on and on. Heat. No cares for gas and electric bills. The entire house transforms into our playground, something like a speedway—no restrictions, but every round is practice—most end in untamable laughter, involuntary exhales, untranslatable words.

 

—♥S. Marie

 


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Egypt English Take time to Find Yourself - Lifestyle Blog

Journal #2

The Art of Vanishing

Life—as you and I know it exists to manifest a stronger, wiser, more righteous and refined YOU…allow life to love you.

Hide-n-go-seek with Uname [the four great winds]

Going away, disappearing from the visual conception of others near and far—I like to believe this is one of the most magnificent abilities of all living beings. Even trees and flowers and grasses have their own unique timing and ways of disappearing. When I ponder the absurdity of making such a statement I am instantly reminded of Grandmother Willow in our backyard whose hanging branches dance so lovely adorned in their ambient, almost florescent, green leaves during Wehe Ehimpe and Wehe Pima. Then Autumn rears her golden months and Mother’s leaves descend to meet the ever-forgiving ground—and although her branches still dance about the cool winds of Tañyi and the bitter winds of Wenani, one could stare from the height of her balcony covered in snow and almost miss Motha’s elegant shiftings. Yet, she never uproots herself, travels or relocates—but remains ever still and firm upon her square amongst a plethora of vanishing greens. Continue reading “Journal #2”

Egypt English - Loveology and love coaching

Love is Free

I’m going to love you whether you love me in return or hate me. This is the charge, this is the task I bear—no matter how awful one may appear I know in the great grand scheme of life and existence she or he is forever a representation and a being of love because all that manifest from within the realm of Human Beings is equated to love whether welcomed or shunned.

Hate me, bash me, turn from me … I will still love you—from a distance, set by you, grand or small. I will still love you because no matter how far our hearts’ understandings are apart we are forever one in the beginning and in the end. You are a perfect reflection of I be that reflection positive or negative, there is no separating our unity. Whether you or I go against the flow of time bears no matter—we are still higher or lower reflections of self. This is all good, this is all love. Until we are one free in love, I can only have faith to be free, hope to be free and love to be free.

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love The Almighty, to them who are the called according to divine purpose.” — Romans 8:28 Biblios Heliotech

The Law of Universal Oneness

#WeStandonLove

 

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Egypt English - Hip Hop Poet Loveologist Publisher

Journal #1

The Art of Breaking

Your picture perfect tomorrow requires your shattered today.
You need to accept yourself broken, even in a zillion scattered pieces, before you can appreciate yourself mending, and finally whole.

Perspective — Pick Your Potion

The Religious will read these words and pull from them messages from their mighty and benevolent Provider/s. The Thinkers will find within the lines many shiftings of paradigms for their minds to navigate. The Spiritualists will draw from in between the lines spirit food to be devoured and expelled as good energy. The Scientists will analyze the elements and components—the inputs—of these streams of consciousness and find the necessary factors to devise their desired output. Continue reading “Journal #1”