Presenting to you, Bumblebee! 🐝 — Words can’t fathom

Presenting Bumblebee! An initiative by a group of awesome bloggers to blow away the world of blogging, with a magazine.

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Don’t know what I’m talking about? Refer to this post.

So here are those amazing bloggers who now make an integral part of the Bumblebee Team!

Darshan

Harsh

Dewni

Cheila

Debbie

Anish

Anindya

Kerine

Chris

Mayurakshi   and

Paola

:):):)

 

So it looks like we are finally going ahead with our plan. And starting from today, until the end of this month, that is 30th June 2017, we are accepting submissions for our magazine. :mrgreen:

Bumblebee will shower you with pure love and acceptance. If you ever wanted to belong to some place where your presence is undoubtedly valuable, this is it!

Check this video to know what’s it actually about !

 

 

 

Note: The submissions must be NEW and ORIGINAL. Since it’s a magazine, please keep this in mind. No abusive content please.

 

These are the categories:

 

Travelogue
Book Review
Short stories
Essays
Fiction/non fiction piece of writing
Poems
Facts/Tips
Photography
Interviews
Daily News
Fashion articles/Beauty/make up
Movies/shows/Music                                                                                                                             Food/recipes

 

 

 

 

Even non bloggers can become a part of this community and contribute their works!

 

For submissions,

You can either email:

sweetsymphony8@gmail.com

Or to Cheila :

pinkfordays@outlook.pt 

 

 

Let the bees guide you home! 😁

 

 

Our dream magazine is here!

via Presenting to you, Bumblebee! 🐝 — Words can’t fathom

Peaceful resolution

As a personal philosophy I believe in peaceful resolution, and calm approach, as the key to solving our conflicts, over violence and rage which only gets begets us more violence and rage.

What fruit do the seeds of anger bare us? Often, when met with conflict, we rush to rage, and violence, as a means of resolution, but how can peace be born of violence? If the law of karma is anything to go by, what you give is what you get, then violence will only get us more violence. We raise our voices in bloody rage, screaming and shouting at people, when met with conflict, and we go to war with sharpened weapons when struck a blow, but is this honestly the only means of resolution?

Many of us, having been a victim of violence in some manner or form, continually perpetuate this painful practice because as we’ve been hurt, so must we hurt others, attacking others as we’ve been attacked believing it to be the best, if not only natural, response. Sadly, trading blow for blow, we only find ourselves fighting amongst ourselves much of the time, yet do we want to fight, or are we simply seeking resolution? I doubt most of us would pick the former if given a choice, but we tend to feel that it is the only answer to attaining the latter, and yet is it? A fight guarantees casualties on both sides, with only the one side less the loser, whilst true resolution, if conducted in a manner of peace and calm, on the other hand, assures a mutual victory. Yes, it may call for some sacrifice on both sides, but surely it assures us better gains than blood shed.

Can we not put down our guns, and bombs, at the rise of every disagreement, and simply talk about it? Need every tiny matter be grossly unpleasant? I would think we greater than violence to let it rule us every time, and only to fail us every time. What were we to practice peace, patience, and diligence in handling matters? Violence only results in further violence, and so we find ourselves in a never ending cycle of violence, until we decide to break it ourselves and enact peaceful resolution.

The nature of reality

Reality is mental. It’s what you imagine it to be, whatever you imagine it to be, and why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t our reality be to our dictation?

Reality is not inherently uniform. A wealthy man’s reality is remarkedly different from that of a poor man’s reality, and not because “they were just born like that.” If I were to think like, and conduct myself as, the rich man would I not grow riches and become rich? And vice-versa, if I were to think, and conduct myself as, the poor man does, would I not lose wealth and become poor? We are in affect of our realities, not cause of it, and to think otherwise is to allow yourself to be cause of it.

Reality, being objective, exists within the mind. Change your mind and, effectively, you change your reality. What else could have power over reality than the mind? Things come and go, but you are the one constant of your reality, so what, but you, could have power over that reality? Think good thoughts, and you shall have a good day; think bad thoughts, and you shall have a bad day. The decision, and power, to determine whether your reality shall be a prosperous one, or a tormentous one, is yours.

Objective to perception, and therefore subject to dictation, reality is ours to decide. If we shall not make up our minds about reality, than reality will make up our minds about us, because reality cannot be uniform, not in a universe of endless possibilities and men of distinctly different worlds. One need only realize these fundamental axioms of the nature of reality.

Dealing is a process

Dear batali, it’s been about seven years now since your passings, and I, gradually coming to grips with it, would say I’m quite proud of how I’ve been doing so far.

I was in some form of denial at first, believing that coming to terms with the loss of a loved one meant carrying on about your days, almost though nothing had happened really. Resonant with the old philosophy, “it’s no use crying over spilt milk”, I thought it no good brooding over the past, and so I’d decided I’d focus on other things, any things else: work, school, play, friends, etc, etc, yet no matter where I went, I could never escape the memory of you gently lingering in the back of my mind always. I rarely spoke of you, unless asked, dwelling in thoughts of you only in my quite time, which I’ve allowed myself a great deal of over the years. I had tried to bury you mentally, and fight the feeling that you are gone, in an attempt to convince myself of some delusion that I was past your passing. I suppose I had feared succumbing to defeating emotions, feeling that I’d be making myself out to be weak, and hurt, but no I wasn’t going to cry, I’m stronger than that, or so I thought, but I began coming to the realization that it’s ok to not be ok.

The world keeps turning, and we keep moving, and as much as we wish it could at times, it never stops even at the death of a loved one, and so I assumed that I was to keep pace with the rest of the world, allowing myself no time to lick my wounds. I realize now that that was flawed thinking, I’ve come to find that talking about it, about who you were, about what you mean to me, and about your absence feels good. There will always be emotions of you, and to try to bury that would be to pile up a mountain of those emotions for years to come. I suspect that even in my twilight years, as aged and ancient as I may grow, you will always be in my thoughts, which is good because I wouldn’t want to forget you. I’ve come to the conclusion that dealing with the loss of a loved one is not forgetting them for the rest of your days, but remembering them each.

I am no longer wounded by your absence, but overjoyed by your memory, and each day I shall think of you just a bit. I shall carry a smile on my face as I go about my days, as even though you may lay tucked away in peaceful slumber, you remain ever alive in my thoughts, and I am glad of that.

Signed, the surviving.