A Name for Yourself

If your name (nickname, blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

Tonkadellic meaning perfect and heavenly ideal connection in terms of emotional intelligence, empathy, deeper understanding of inner beauty, raw feelings and emotional values. Tonkadellic would stand for harmony of morals, ethics and respect.

Tonkadellian would be  a person practising tonkadellism.

Tonkadellism promoting basic human values, like human compassion, human affection. And in that respect, more sensitivity. In politics tonkadellism would play a very important role. Tonkadellism would be practised simply by compromising to retain peace.

From tonkadellopedia

What you Believe you Are

You have the power to create. Your power is so strong that whatever you believe comes true. You create yourself, whatever you believe you are. You are the way you are because that is what you believe about yourself. Your whole reality, everything you believe, is your creation. You have the same power as any other human in the world. The main difference between you and someone else is how you apply your power, what you create with your power. You may be similar to others in many ways, but no one in the whole world lives her life the way you do.
You have practiced all of your life to be what you are, and you do it so well that you master what you believe you are. You master your own personality, your own beliefs; you master every action, every reaction. You practice for years and years, and you achieve the level of mastery to be what you believe you are. Once we can see that all of us are masters, we can see what kind of mastery we have.

Wanted to share this Note from Chapter 1- The wounded Mind in The Mastery of Love

Wisdom Book by DON MIGUEL RUIZ

In response to Daily Prompt – Reason to believe 

Most Prized – Noticing Beauty

I own many things that improve the quality of my life. Talking cars, houses or books or clothes and other possessions, they are all just things. I would like to think that I do not get empowered by anything I own. I admit, when I was younger, sometimes I felt that owning a certain item could make me more popular or desirable. I still do get great satisfaction from my possessions today. My clothes and shoes definitely, my books, my phone ..  It’s not a secret that I love luxury too. I also love my yoga mat so much! However I don’t feel these are my pride and joy.

My most prized possession is Beauty. Beauty I see, is a quality I own, I have and control.

Noticing Beauty

I see as much beauty as I can, everyday. In people, animals, nature, places, art and daily experiences in my life. I see wonders all around me. The more I notice the beauty in others and around me, the more beautiful my life is – my most prized possession.

In response to Daily Prompt – Pride and Joy – What is yours most prized possession?

Flash Fiction

She was hated. By everybody. For not apparent reason. She was young and very pretty, maybe that was the real reason. She has started work there three months ago and wasn’t accepted form day one, by anyone. They surely made her feel, she was unwanted. They destroyed her work, daily. Behind her back. Every time she turned around, her work was destroyed or messed up by those women. They have ganged up. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on, shocked by the lengths these women would go, just to crash her. Childish. Women in their thirties, forties even fifties. She was 22, also part of the problem. She was unwanted. She was hurt, but never said anything to anyone. She kept silent and tried to fix the damage done to her work. Every day. She knew, she will not survive this way, at place with women from hell.

One day she completed all her assignments, and was asked to the extra job in different department. It was almost the end of the day and since she was happy with her own work, she left to quickly do the other. But when she got called for inspection by the manager to come back to her section, she just froze at the sight of her work. Destroyed and messy beyond the words. The manager, however was stupid. Looking down at her asked her if she even did work on her assignment and commanded her to stay behind to do it again. She said nothing and picked up the pieces of her destroyed work to make everything right once again. Her colleagues were sharing private jokes between themselves on the way out, giving her the pity look. She would go home late that night, knowing tomorrow will be just the same.

PS: Today, I challenged myself to try flash fiction – 300 words in six words:

The Pretty Was Hated By Everyone 

Friend’s Ship

I am trying to reconnect with you, I wish you tried to reconnect with me too. There has been too much distance between the two of us. My feelings were hurt by your actions, on different occasions, because of your own various circumstances. I never told you, because I never planned to hang on to that. I let go of the drama every time, I forgave you there and then. I never got mad at you. No hard feelings at all. I understood your position well in every situation. You can’t hurt me. But I know.. we will never be the same and you will always be my friend.

You will never know that, I can’t get Mad at You.

bc876b26e4d782ffb48ce244d16dec79Whispering Secret Photography by meyrembulucek see more of her work here 

My Awkward Age

I have reached this awkward age, truthfully I haven’t actually been reaching for it, I haven’t even dream about turning 30. My friend told me “don’t worry about hitting 30, is nothing” so I didn’t. Phew! I stayed calm, beyond reach and happy. Until the big day came and I quickly realized, I’m not hitting 30 at all! The 30 is hitting me! Hitting me hard, not only, it slapped me, smacked me, punched me and knocked me out! Left a mark and affected me badly. Can you see how I play drama? It’s true, I’m telling you as it really is. I only then realized that the time passes – for ME too. Ouch, I still can’t believe it. I’m not saying I’m getting old, oh please I’m definitely not reaching for that one.

When my big 30 moved forward at me (in slow motion: it tiptoed over to me undetectably and without any emotion, punched me right in my face) I suddenly became fully aware of the fact that, perhaps I’m not as young and beautiful as I was from my own point of view. Maybe my silly oh sooo human mind, just got mean to me, maybe resisting ageing, my mind mistreated me and gave me some good beating. And it worked!

My mind created a very negative relationship with myself. With all of us! Me, myself, my body, my face and I. Together completely lost on the other side – in my thirties. But hey hold on, I don’t know how to do 30! I felt like I was kicked out of Disneyland, knocking on the door hopelessly in the heat of the night, pleaseeee take me back! Self pity, suffering and tears. Dramatic? I agree. Real story tho!

I rejected myself for being 30. This dissatisfying relationship with myself, started slowly reflecting in my relationship with others. I changed. Of course. I was different. I wasn’t aware that I have fallen. I have fallen because in my mind I wasn’t beautiful anymore. It was nothing but my self importance, illusion and false belief that brought me to that fall.

But If I didn’t love myself, how much love could I have to give and share at that point? You do the math. When I became aware of my negative mind and my own fall, I went back to myself, because I know everything I need, I already have. I would like to think that I still have time to practice how to deal with my new unwanted badge and figure out how to age gracefully. I mean I need to get better at this, surely!

ImageHaunted by Charles Hildreth photographer from Denver see his beautiful Gallery here

Make Me Smile

tonkadella’s things in life that I can count on to put smile on my face.

Smiling babies. My cat Dolly. Laughing babies. My cat Tubby. Cat in a box. Morning cup of coffee with Raspberry. Koffey waiting for something to come out of a bathtub. A cosmopolitan. Sunset. Funny babies. The Beach. Real people with passion. And a cat in a box. Shhh Koffey still waiting in a bathtub. Traveling with my husband. Being watched at all times. Did I say a cat in a box? Being silly with my sister. Chocolate banana pancakes. Raspberry does yoga. Okay cat on the shelf for a change. The Sun. Sea. Every new day. Sunrise. And me never left alone.

Daily Prompt: Make Me Smile

Read a post by Cabin Pressure May Change blog, that made me smile too, here.