Gathered Branches

06/10/2024

Hello 🔵 It’s official. Signed at 2:55 PM. It was even on TV. Mine really turned blue. Don't forget that tomorrow starts the new Facebook rule (aka... new name, META) where they can use your photos. Don't forget the deadline is today!!!

I do not authorize META, Facebook or any entity associated with Facebook to use my photos, information, messages or posts, past or future.
With this statement, I notify Facebook that
it is strictly prohibited to disclose, copy, distribute or take any other action against me based on this profile and/or its contents. Violation of privacy may be punishable by law.

Here's how to do If you are thinking of getting off FB because of the volume of sales ads and trash stuff. So hold your finger anywhere in this post and click ′copy’. Go to your page where it says ‘What's on your mind?’ Tap your finger anywhere in the blank field. Click paste. This upgrades the system.
Hello new and old friends!

IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!!! 👍👊🙏
Hold your finger anywhere in this message and “copy” will appear. Click “copy”. Then go to your page, create a new post and place your finger anywhere in the empty field. “Paste” will appear and click Paste.
This will bypass the system….

He who does nothing consents.

30/08/2024

Yesssss 💯

30/08/2024

🖤

30/08/2024

26/08/2024

09/08/2024

Blake, 40, grew up in a home with both her parents until they divorced when she was 10.

Her parents grew apart and disagreed on what they wanted for the future. But, they were conscious enough to put Blake’s emotional needs first. Knowing that the way they dealt with the conflict and separation would be the foundation of how she’d deal with conflict in her adult relationships.

Both her parents had been raised to understand emotional regulation. They took breaks when conflicts escalated. And they both went to other adults to vent— not Blake. She learned conflict does not mean an explosion and how to have difficult conversations.

When her father did lose his temper, he’d take time to cool off then knock on Blake’s bedroom door. “I’m really sorry I screamed like that. I’m under a ton of stress, but that doesn’t make my behavior ok and I’m actively working on changing it.” Because of his ability to repair, Blake learned that men are trustworthy. That when they do act in harmful ways, they’re accountable.

This modeling showed Blake how to be both empathetic and accountable— aware of her own behavior. It also showed her people’s bad behavior is their own responsibility to fix.

Her mother was devastated around the divorce. She cried openly, showing Blake that human emotions are a natural part of life. She took care of herself through the divorce— going on walks, cooking for herself, and letting herself rest. Blake learned resilience and strength.

Decades later, her parents can still be respectable to each other, and at events together. They live very spare lives but she knows how much they both care about her and support her no matter what. She can share openly with them, they take interest in her life, and she has a partner who does the same.

Blake has been gifted with the privilege of self aware and regulated parents. They’re imperfect. They made plenty of mistakes. But their emotional responsibility gave Blake the confidence and resilience she has today

09/08/2024

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09/08/2024

Thank you Donna Davis

07/08/2024

The closest thing to unconditional love is a mothers live for her children. Couldn’t agree more ❤️❤️❤️❤️

07/08/2024

Today I should have been ninety four,
I would be having a party with cake
I’d have two fine sons and a daughter too
Grandchildren to cuddle and stay.
I’d have met a great man, dashing and tall
He’d have worked in an office in town
We’d have lived in the country, two dogs and a cat
I’d have had a fine wedding gown.
Margot would have lived nearby,
Surely a mother herself?
My mother and father would have been so proud
We’d have raised a glass to good health.
Instead we slept on wooden slats
As we shivered with hunger and cold
We were beaten for any discriminatory thing
We were given no toys to hold.
My mother was starving, she gave us her food
Scabies was rife in our camp
I wanted to die, this wasn’t life
Living with rats in the damp.
My best friend was in the camp next door
I missed her riotous laugh
I was glad to have my sister with me
Loneliness, was my first and my last.
I dreamed of food that I could eat
I wished for potatoes and meat
If I survived, I’d wash it all down
With wine and something sweet.
Typhus arrived and we both got sick
Doctors were never called in
We died one by one, Margot went first
Death was an easier win.
I hope I didn’t die in vain
I hope the world has learned
Hatred has no place in life
My diary forever preserved.

In honour of Anne Frank 12.06.1929 - 1945