To me resilience isn’t so much the ability to withstand such hard times but the ability to rationalize what you are going through is tough, and being able to come to terms that things are challenging and having a gift for hope for the better. Resilience is not about being strong but courageous.
It is bending without breaking, the young green willow twisting into wreaths, the pine standing straight in the landslide with rocks tumbling and crashing into the highway below.
Resilience. I’ve always noticed how theres silence in it, escept with two I’s. Like silence, not from one person, but between two people. Is there a correlation? What connection can I find from it? Maybe the silence of two partners on the outlash from the world – the kind of silence from not retaliating, from not letting words rile up anger.
Slowly, yielding, coiling, invoking resilience in the vibrant stirrings of the under tow in the Dreamtime-tides. They cast a net and pull ashore the Sleepy Siren who hums them a fatal lullaby that frees her from their thieving nets.
Ability to withstand or recover quickly from a difficult situation.
It could also mean to come back to shape after being stretched as in the case of elasticity.
Every time I try to cook it takes resilience to face the kitchen again. So many charred culinary dreams. So many polite subdued winces from all subjected to it.
a spider, its web torn by wind and rain, tirelessly weaves anew each day. its resilience is an inspiring testament to life’s unwavering will to continue, to create, and to persevere.
My cactus, Jeff, stubborn and unyielding, thrives in the harshest conditions. Its resilience, a testament to life’s ability to adapt and flourish, inspires me to embrace challenge with grit and determination. Thanks, Jeff.
I’ve had so many experiences throughout my life that should’ve caused me to swear off love altogether. Yet even throughout all of the pain, hurting others, hurting myself, the love itself remains innocent, and, not only do I not blame it…I always welcome it back with open arms.
to be resilient requires a healthy dose yesterday’s word, vitality. from an evolutionary standpoint, we’re all pretty fucking resilient to some degree or we wouldn’t be here.
To me resilience isn’t so much the ability to withstand such hard times but the ability to rationalize what you are going through is tough, and being able to come to terms that things are challenging and having a gift for hope for the better. Resilience is not about being strong but courageous.
It is bending without breaking, the young green willow twisting into wreaths, the pine standing straight in the landslide with rocks tumbling and crashing into the highway below.
Resilience. I’ve always noticed how theres silence in it, escept with two I’s. Like silence, not from one person, but between two people. Is there a correlation? What connection can I find from it? Maybe the silence of two partners on the outlash from the world – the kind of silence from not retaliating, from not letting words rile up anger.
being resourceful is the foundation of resilience
Slowly, yielding, coiling, invoking resilience in the vibrant stirrings of the under tow in the Dreamtime-tides. They cast a net and pull ashore the Sleepy Siren who hums them a fatal lullaby that frees her from their thieving nets.
The resilience of a mosquito after several attempts of killing it makes it a courageous creature
Ability to withstand or recover quickly from a difficult situation.
It could also mean to come back to shape after being stretched as in the case of elasticity.
Every time I try to cook it takes resilience to face the kitchen again. So many charred culinary dreams. So many polite subdued winces from all subjected to it.
a spider, its web torn by wind and rain, tirelessly weaves anew each day. its resilience is an inspiring testament to life’s unwavering will to continue, to create, and to persevere.
My cactus, Jeff, stubborn and unyielding, thrives in the harshest conditions. Its resilience, a testament to life’s ability to adapt and flourish, inspires me to embrace challenge with grit and determination. Thanks, Jeff.
I’ve had so many experiences throughout my life that should’ve caused me to swear off love altogether. Yet even throughout all of the pain, hurting others, hurting myself, the love itself remains innocent, and, not only do I not blame it…I always welcome it back with open arms.
to be resilient requires a healthy dose yesterday’s word, vitality. from an evolutionary standpoint, we’re all pretty fucking resilient to some degree or we wouldn’t be here.