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Yawn… Getting up…

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Good morning world. GoodnightNina checking in…

Yesterday I battled my depression yet again. I kicked its ass yet again. Conventional means and unconventional means yet I am still sober and kickin… Last night was full of nightmares from cougars attacking to gang style shootings. There was never a dull moment. I went straight to coffee and WordPress upon awakening but I didnt know what to write. So I figured… Just say whats going on… Today I will probably have to battle my depression again. I have hopes for bursting moments joy. And the little things in life. I appreciate the little things

You should too.

-Nina

Journaling

Morning journaling – 2026-09-24

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Its the morning, tired and I got my coffee. So glad to have my blog to sit on. The weather is slightly cool. Which is nice this morning. No need to fret over the day, what comes will come. Hopefully peace. I need this; a peaceful day to reside in slide around in my PJs. If you don’t know me; I am on disability. I consider myself a retired babushka.

Having disabilities comes with so much challenge. If I could work I would much rather be doing that. Hopefully one day! But for now I need to focus on my well being. Not am only am I disabled but I am also dealing with my health problems. Yesterday the doctor sent me to the hospital. Now I have some tests lined up to see if they can find out what is going on with me. What is going on with my gut. Wish me luck.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry, Zen

Tidy house; Tidy Mind

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A tidy house is a tidy mind. Pick up the little pieces and find peace underneath it. Cracks and crevasses imbedded with Zen settled in. Once purified we can find the where’s and why’s. I find mine long before 9 am. Cleaning again as I always do. I must be thorough; scour the house for tidbits of dirt; I refurbish. Making the bed with care, whats here; whats there. All of the dishes sparkle clean and the drawers they are in. Desks and tables scrubbed to shine; of course cannot forget my shrine. A tidy house is a tidy mind.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Morning writing exersize.

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I rise again. Digi pen WordPress finesse.

I’m tired so I chug iced beans supreme.

Im op tea mystic; why is this?

Sunrise please come find me.

I’m at the edge of the world where its time time begins.

I’m ahead of the clocks like the solstice.

Being alive in itself is a protest.

The wind blowing but I’m walking against the grain.

Maintaining and somehow staying sane.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

The World is a Muse

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The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her

She wakes up with smeared make up

And types whatever’s true to her

Whether its painful and the rain falls

Whether its sun rays and her love plays

She writes for a better tomorrow

Today the page is the only quarrel

What could have or should have been

As it is written; life is brand new again

Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane

Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Carry on

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Give me the strength to carry on.

With the torch of life.

Hold it tight and I’m moving right.

I want to live long, live strong.

And give it all.

Everything I got. Forget me not.

As the plot thickens.

I remember those lost getting.

High just to get by.

Not me tho’ I got my eyes open.

On the prize scopin’.

Here’s to high hoping.

I wont forget em. Keep it lifted.

Cause sky is the limit.

Manifest all of my visions.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Blot Jot In Rhyme Form

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Peaceful sleep and awake with ease.

Move words on pages like I have Telekeniiii-Sis.

Slide into creative form you can adore.

When it comes to rhyme; its always time for more.

I’m like a solar flare creating an aura.

Awareness clearness, un-scared I open Pandora.

I find bliss in emptiness, what do you wish?

Manifest destiny gives me a kiss.

Blessings upon blessing contest with the never-resting.

Not flexing, Or am I, What is my ego still repressing?

About me

Random Journaling March 6 2025

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Stargaze for a night at Aldergrove park - Langley Advance Times

It’s 3 am on March 6th and I have no problems getting up. I feel rested and my watch says I got about 8 hours sleep. Today I have a phone appointment with my housing worker and I have to work on my taxes to get a return. Yesterday I added a new weapon to my collection and it feels dangerous to hold; all new weapons do… Right now I sit and vape drinking vanilla ice coffee, optimistic about the day ahead. I want to play on my switch this morning because theres probably no one awake to talk to at such an ungodly hour, yet these are sometimes my favorite hours; hours of spirituality.

From my window the nights sky looks like a blank black canvas… a big one haha. Which reminds me that these words are like the stars in the sky; cosmic. I’m starting to really get back in the groove of using wordpress. However I still have to get used to it and a lot of the features I used to use I no longer know how; I look back at all of the other posts over the past decade and they fascinate me. I want to continue building this page, to me it has grown into something very special. From the quotes, to the street art, to the love poetry. It was once a memory but if I explore this site I can relive every moment any time I want.

Cheers to blogging

Nina