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​YES I know how blest I am.

YES I know what wonderful parents I have,

Two people who make me feel like I have my God on earth with me through them,

Two people who make me believe

That TRUE LOVE EXISTS,

that compassion and love 

Are the most ultimate treasures one can ever receive.

That a house can be built on rocks,

But a home is made with a bonding of hearts,

That not having the same understandings and different thoughts, may result in fights of deep meaning, and may hurt either one, but at the end of it , nothing matters more than being with each other through times of variant phases.
That losing oneself to push the other to discover their  boundaries, is the biggest gain. 

That the rewards of sacrifices will not succumb to pain. 

That having each other, even if miles apart, is knowing that there are these arms that will always always open wide , to hold me close to their heart. 

Oh what joy it is to be blest with the utmost best ?

Ask me, for I know that my home is where my heart will always reside. . .with them.

-Leandra . R.
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Art can never be ruined.

Art can never be ruined.

If anything it can be redone and renewed. 

A canvas once completed can totally be re- made into a new one. 

Somewhere the old will be the underlying meaning to define the new.
You can always layer up your art, till your heart feels content.
Even in the ruins there’s so much art.

Only a creative heart will see the endless possibilities 

where someone might see none whatsoever.
Abstract art is an art of emotions taking charge, 

letting you unwind and let your soul design something 

unseen , unthinkable and alluring.
Fascinating as much as art is, it has no boundaries.

Limitless as one can state, art has no horizon .

If you want to, you can create something /anything  from nothing.
Sometimes even our minds stop functioning,

but our hands wont. 

It’s like they have a mind of their own.
They will toss and turn,

hustle and burn,

and scrape out the damage done,

cut the beauty, rearrange and still be calm.
Dear artist,

the world will challenge you, your work.

Even the ruins they see will make you wonder 

is it really worthless?
No! It ain’t. You have infinite power to redeem and remake and redesign and recreate what looks dull and lifeless into something lively and thriving.
And yet you can choose to not alter the basic elements of what one may call ruin, because you can see the beauty that a normal eye will never be able to fathom.
It is ok. To love every bit of your journey. Because in a life like yours, nothing is a ruin, ever. Not even you and most definitely not your work.
Much love,

An awakening artist.  
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Life will throw a thousand tantrums and some you will endure, some you will fight, some you will accept. That on a journey of self discovery one should never give up , no matter how many odds we face, we have it in us to face all demons and find ourselves and be what we are meant to be. Disappointments will grace us but if we focus on what goal we have set, we will find our way to achieve it, eventually. 

So right from the ruins we can grow our garden of infinite possibilities, harness goodness and positivity, motivate the one’s that need a push, and restore what is craving a healing touch. 

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(Kind of getting my vibes from Moana -a disney movie here. Do watch it. It’s a beautiful story. I do have a review written on it. )

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Do not tolerate body shaming.

I’m a pear shaped body with a soul that is garden to kindness and happy vibes. But very often I am also a victim of body shaming and (skin ) discrimination. Like people look at me and pity how I look, my body, or my skin, they feel annoyed and make me feel like I’m a disgrace sometimes. Just because I’ve got some undisguised layers of fat or muscle, which in their opinion isn’t the right way I should be. 

Here’s what I have to say to you : 

Someone told me today,

that my curves are what makes me who I am.

And not to pay heed to criticism I face on a day to day basis.
Even though she said the West craves for a body like mine, I somewhere hoped that perhaps if I was in the West , I’d not feel completely alien sometimes.
Body shaming is downright degrading people !
It took me longer to come to terms with what I am and accept myself at that. Self love is tough when your opinions get in the way. It’s a journey that never ends. And I’m on mine. I will not tolerate your blows to bruise my soul.
My worth can never be assessed based on  fake pathetic  beauty standards and catastrophic world benchmarks.
I’m fine being me. Imperfect as you say, flawless as I feel,

tinted on my edges and excited about my dreams.
If you have something kind and good , I’m all ears. 

But again, a non appreciative tongue always bites you back.
Don’t weigh your judgemental opinions over the sensitivity of others. Be human enough to let them live in their own space. 

If you have a problem, change your direction. 

Do not be a “knowitall” giving unwanted advices and harsh criticism when not needed.
If you know me in person, you’ll know for a fact I have a few friends that I feel my vibration with. The lesser, the better. 

I’ll be kind and good to you, so long it is reverted back with the same equilibrium.
If not, my silence is your guest.
So dear everybody being the victims of body shaming, love yourself so highly that the petty sly opinions of people , who probably eat bitter-gourds and venomous snakes the whole day, never mess with your positive vibes. 

Slay your way your day ,belle !
Ciao Adios , I’m done .😉 #leeevibes
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Her love.

Her love was an ocean,

serene, gushing, trembling, rushing, 

Her love was incapable 

of sensing wrong from right,

Her love was uncanny

unconditional, her heart open to uncompensable smites,

Her love was laughter in those drastic storms,

Her love was lusting for understanding deep and warm,

Her love was compassion, endless chances 

to righten wrong ,

Her love was the very poison,

that squelched her  & cornered her into abjection.

And yet, when all failed her,

and she ameliorated from the overwhelming clamor,

Her love sustained & renewed her soul’s armour.

Her love which sought to go directions , all went,

now is seeking ways to make amends,

coming back to what was once empty,

Rustling inside her , like a spring of hustling confetti.

Dear Future Husband #15

 Honey….

Yesterday was a rough day.

I wonder how was yours.

Yesterday I had not many words to fill a blank page, was way too drained and sad . And I wanted something nice to say.

I did hope this #illustration of us that was done yesterday, speaks to you someday.

Hahah! Please don’t mind me looking elsewhere & not at you😉😊…..

I love dancing, mostly ball room, and usually my bro is my perfect partner, but the times he’s not around, I miss dancing, so I avoid parties, maybe one of those possible places fate could help us meet. 

But since I’m gonna be sticking to my chair even when there’s crazy music, I don’t turn up to such parties.

Apart from dancing, my well wisher pointed out that it would be so wonderful to actually meet you someday and realize that you have indeed read all of my letters all along. 

But that’s just wishful thinking or would that be a wonderful possibility?

I know I will meet you love, even if this wait will be months or years, but when we are destined by the Almighty we shall meet.

It scares me you know, this dating thing, because I don’t want to invest in someone who’s not you. 

Because there’s alot at stake. Emotions, feelings, time, understanding, patience, compromise, sacrifices, prayers….. and so on.

I want to invest all that in you. Someday, when we click, and if you ask for my heart, I will gladly give it to you, because by then , I’ll know, you’ll be the key to help me rebuild and become even more of a woman who belongs to herself first.

The pressures of the society or even family, at times , makes me feel weird, will I be forced to choose ? And if I do, will that be you ?

How will I ever know , love ? There are so many doubts, so many fears.

I’ve been raised by such amazing parents who have never once fallen out of love, their love is the very strength that binds our family together.

Will our love be the ship on which we shall proudly sail towards eternities ?

They say the soul knows who it wants ? And since you shall be my soulmate someday, will your soul recognize mine ?

I wonder love. I only can wonder.

I leave my worries about you in the hands of our match maker.

For he knows, who’s heart I can cherish and who can treasure mine.

I hope and pray dearly beloved, that you are having the most amazing time of your life. May you think of me, as I think of you. 

Haven’t met, yet to meet. Isn’t that a beautiful mysterious  fact of our lives ?

I will wait, my love. I don’t urge you or God to let you come soon. I pray that when you turn up, I am ready to accept you and welcome you, from that day on for forever thereafter.

Stay blest. Stay safe for me. 

For He knows our time will be in His time.

Until next letter,

And until God plans our eternity,

Your favorite dancing partner to be,

Your love.

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Dear Future Husband #14

Hey love,

I was chatting with my friend, and she’s like where do I get these words from ? 

Words that I write for you …

Guess what I said ?

Romance hasn’t died in me , even though I’m happily single in the season of waiting . But it might just get over, since I’m pouring it all over here, so probably when you do turn up, my quota of romance might need some serious restocking. 😉

On a good note, I’m being formal I know, but it sounds crazier this way, haughty english style, I’ve been thinking. 

And me & thinking get along too damn well, and  totally out of proportion. 

When we do fall for each other, and we keep falling every day, more and more in love, I will be there to hold you, your hand, and squeeze it in reassurance when you need a boost if confidence. Love, I do not want to be your weakness, but if I am, then I’ll be honoured, but I will be proud to be your strength, and I hope we learn to be this rock of strength for each other.

I don’t see love just like strolling down the beach, getting all steamy and flirty and teasing and being totally love sick, but I see us being able to talk to each other, without the need to look at our phones every minute we are together, without the need of trying to hunt for topics to get rid of awkward silences, without the need of trying so hard to explain so either of us would understand, I see us smiling in comfortable silence, not needing too many words to understand , and respecting each other’s presence.

I know that relationships need work, and it’s not always a dream that would weave a web of magic in reality . We shall face all sorts of situations, where we might need to take decisions that might not sit well with either of us, I might be for it but you might not be and so on. 

But I want you to know , I will hold no grudge. I do not want regrets, but I will not stop you from chasing your dreams or building them, I will help you and encourage you and pray with you. But if it is something wrong for you, I will speak my mind aloud and let you know why.

I will expect the same from you love, correct me when I’m wrong. 

As much as a passion filled romance is thrilling and lovely, I know we will have ours too. But I would want ours to be such that would make some sigh and bless us, and not want to puke and tell us to stop.

You might even get a few letters from me, time and again once we do be with each other, but I assure you , I’m not gonna be the one to bombard my feed and yours with stories of Tom, Dick and Harry that spy on every moment of our life.

Here’s a scene I imagine, because I do see it happen to my parents quite often, they are still very possessive about each other, so there’s like a party we attend, and we are ignorant of the vibes we each give away. You trying to signal that I’m yours and me trying to ward off the attention you get by staking my claim , grabbing your hand, or even gnawing at it. 

Hahaha… It will be funny. Don’t you think ?

I will be a wee bit possessive of you and there will be times I might face jealousy, but I want you to know, that it will not be to cause you irritation, but to only try to soothe my endangered heart. Whilst I hope you will make me believe that we belong, like we are a match made in heaven, I would love to feel all that a journey with you will bring our way.

And from jealousy, to clashing thoughts, to decisions we dont agree together on, may we someday learn to love in our individual spirits to respect the space of each other, and accept at heart that no matter how different we may think or believe, we will live in harmony of our differences and imperfections.

Much love my dearest.

I pray My God takes good care of you,

Until He decides it’s  time for us to meet,

Your future rambling bride.

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He’s still working on me.

A thing I realised..

In this moment when I am so involved, so enthralled  in creating, blending , finishing, and making something of what’s at hand, I know that this work in process will be complete in it’s time.


I am a work in process too.

And God is my creator, my moulder, my potter, my artist !

As He reshapes, redesigns, blends my life, and all else in it, He is indeed creating a master piece.
The more time. The best it will be.
Since I’m not done here. In a while I will be.
And since He’s not done with me, Someday He will.
Waiting is beautiful in its own way. 

Reminder :

Dear Friend,

Take time to pause, once in a while and breathe in the serenity of Life that God offers amidst every storm, chaos, confusion or a happy patch. Take time to realize that we all are His work in progress. Some finished, some semi finished, some He is working on simultaneously, some he has left in the furnace to become strong, and hold together every part of what’s made of us.

Some of us are like wet clay, that needs dry clay so we are reshaped and reformed. The techniques our divine Potter will use to mould us into the best beings we can be are infinite and unbelievably beautiful.

This journey from work in process to finished us, is a journey not alone ours, but that of Our God with us, His help, his guidance, we need Him to mould us and ready us for what awaits.

And thus , instead of believing that we are whole and don’t need any more help in our journey from semi finished pieces of creation to Master pieces of our Great God, let us be open to Him. Let us wait on Him. And let us believe & have faith that our Lord will make the most of us in His wonderful ways.

Stay blest. Stay connected with God.

much love ,

from one Work in process to another.
#leeevibes 

P.s. Only because I fall in love with unfinished art more then the finished one.. The making is the most inspiring, beautiful , soothing, peaceful , enchanting and magical process.

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I’m pondering on the words of this hymn ↓

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars 
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me


There really ought to be a sign upon my heart 
Don't judge him yet, there's an unfinished part
But I'll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands


In the mirror of His word
 Reflections that I see
 Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
But He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
 Remember He's the potter, I'm the clay
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