🌹 The Hemingway Effect: Entering the Garden of Forever Love 🌹
🌅🌅 Fighting the Ghosts of PTSD 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅
Entering the Garden of the Mind
dreaming of eternal paradise. . .
writing his last novel, “The Garden of Eden” before . . .
dying, Earnest Hemingway . . . .
remembering the art of surviving. . .
living in Paris, being poor but alive. . . .
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reminding me of another master. . .
Gabriel Garcia Márquez, who. . .
living in Paris as a poor writer too. . . .
creating his most fantastic book . . .
“One Hundred Years of Solitude”. . .
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learning from Hemingway . . .
being very, so very poor while . . .
struggling in Paris, however . . .
being so happy, and so confused . . .
proving that happiness is not, the . . .
gathering angels of abundances of . . .
riches of Rolls Royce, gold bars, and diamond rings . . .
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being found within the . . .
inner golden and magical alchemical of . . . .
being within the internal garden of spiritual wealth . . .
glowing within the inner heavenly enlightenment . . .
being all you need, all you desire . . .
finding in Buddhism, Heaven on earth . . .
being always on earth, never missing . . .
existing in the eternal here and now. . .
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discovering a mystic truth. . .
never being a place you go to dead . .
standing right here and now: hell . . .
finding that macho man, Hemingway, . . .
being a wounded soul from . . .
the bloody battles of war, never . . .
escaping his inner traumas and dramas of PTSD. . .
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discovering satan singing and sucking his soul. . . .
tormenting, torturing experiences, so . . .
killing himself one day. . . .
AMEN . . .
About the Creator
SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS
DR. WAYNE STEIN Ted Talk Speaker, Amazon Author, Asian Gothic Scholar; Yoga Certified, Black Belts. Writer Program Admin, Writing Center Director, Cancer Survivor, Korean Born , Raised in Japan and Italy, grew up In Los Angeles.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Fiction
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What an ode to a famous creator of fiction that could in a way be nonfiction.
AMEN . . .
Hemingway changed how we write. Respect to the Man. Rest in peace