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#Khaleesi : Wondering what Mother of Dragons #EmiliaClark has been up to?

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Books, Food and beauty the mother of Dragons is said to be doing some activities know to have occupied her time throughout this period. Emilia is sure having a swell quiet time with all these beautiful activities and we sure would love to try them out. peep her engagements so far.

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The masterful, Uber talented @davidoyelowo reads ‘Praying’ by Mary oliver. He is dedicating this beauty of a poem to @childrenshungerfund a wonderful charity that has dedicated itself to feeding and aiding those children and families experiencing poverty around the world. 🙌🕊 Here’s the prescription as it reads in @thepoetrypharmacy @thepoetryremedy. Condition: Need for Mindfulness. Prayer, to many in our secular age, has become a dirty word. The concept is dismissed as fusty or naïve; the practice even more so. And yet, as the popularity of meditation and mindfulness soars, there seems to be a collective longing for a moment of quiet in our busy lives. A moment in which another voice- an internal whisper, all too easily drowned out behind the sirens and chatter of modern life- may speak. Mark Oakley, a former canon at St Paul’s Cathedral in London, wrote a wonderful book about how- to him- liturgy was poetry. Across religions, he says, the devotional words which we chant, memorise or sing are a king of poetry that links us to the divine. In the case of many religions, those words can be in a language that the worshippers themselves don’t even understand, and yet somehow their cadence is enough to transport us. It’s not only the religious who can gain from prayer, just as it’s not only the religious who can appreciate a spectacular cathedral, mosque or temple. Prayer is a constant that run through all human civilisations, and it’s there for a reason. In this poem, Mary Oliver reminds us that we are all in need of a doorway into thanks, and a way of relating to the world without our egos. Having found that, we can allow ourselves- even if only for a moment- to feel a quiet gratitude for all the small moments of grace that we encounter daily. We can thank the world around us for containing blue irises, and weeds, and small stones. Stop in the street, in the garden, on the train. Pay attention. Put together a few simple words that feel right. If you’re very quiet, and very lucky, you might just hear a voice whispering back to you. Thank you so much David for your beautiful reading!! 🙏🏻❤️👏❤️

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The ever glorious and wonderful Emma Thompson reads “Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye. Emma would like to dedicate this poem to our future selves, who we will be after this pandemic. What a glorious sentiment that is, filled to the brim with hope. What we need, what we always need, most. Here is the prescription as written in @thepoetrypharmacy @thepoetryremedy. Condition: Need for Kindness There are times in life when everything we thought we could rely on fails, and everything we have wanted for ourselves dissolves in front of us. There are times, also, when we are confronted with the same suffering in others. Faced with the sheer scale of the misery of the world, it can be agonizingly difficult to engage meaningfully- and all too tempting simply to harden our hearts against it. Yet, as Naomi Shihab Nye tells us in this inspiring poem, those moments- hard as they are- are also an opportunity, if we will only dare to open our hearts. For it is only by reckoning with true sorrow and desolation that we can come to understand exactly how necessary, how life-preserving, kindess really is, and then move towards it. First, however, we must learn true empathy. ‘Kindness’, after all, is just another word for love- and once we’ve acknowledged that the pain of others is exactly as searing as our own, what can we do but love them? What can we do but try to ease their burden? As Nye so wonderfully suggests, nothing else makes sense. This is a challenge. Even at our lowest points, we must not ignore the suffering of others: we must not allow the solipsism of personal misery to cut us off from the great cloth of human feeling. Yet it is also a consolation: if we reject that isolation, we can take comfort in knowing that whatever loss lays us bare will also bring us into the presence of kindness. By looking pain in the eye, we can find the kindness needed to reach out not only to others, but to ourselves, as well. It will tie our shoes for us; it will lead us back into the world when everything else has abandoned us. So gaze unflinchingly into the bright light of loss, and let kindness be unleashed from you like a soothing shadow. Big Thank you Big Em! 🥰🕊🙌

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It is with great honour I present to you my beautiful talented work wife and love @nathalieemmanuel reading the incredible words of Maya Angelou. This reading brought tears to my eyes. Nat would like to dedicate this reading to the global black community, to each and everyone who has been affected by anti-black racism, and the families of those who have lost their kin to the systemic hate that still governs and populates our communities. I am so proud to be able to share this with you all. Hear these words and applaud her now. The prescription as it reads in the book is this: For the condition of Oppression: To maintain one’s strength in the face of the erosive power of oppression can take unbelievable resilience. Maya Angelou’s wonderful poem ‘Still I Rise’ summons exactly that fortitude. As a black woman born in the United States of America in the 1920’s, Angelou knew more than her fair share of racism and it’s power to stifle hope. Yet her generation is the one that finally overcame the segregationist Jim Crow laws and brought civil rights to people of colour in the USA. The battle is far from over- people in every country on earth are battered by racism on a daily basis- but Angelou’s poem remains as a rallying call to maintain hope and stand tall. It is in the human spirit to overcome. You may be trampled into the dirt, but still, like dust, you’ll rise. Wherever you are, and whatever difficulties you face, remember that your internal world is always solely your own. Perhaps you have been robbed of your metaphorical, or even your literal, treasures; perhaps your ancestors were robbed of their very freedom. Still, as Angelou reminds us, dignity and determination in the face of oppression can become weapons; and pride and strength are a rebellion in themselves. Your gold mines survive in your laugh, and your diamonds in your dance. Nobody can take those from you. Thank you thank you @nathalieemmanuel for your magic! 🕊❤️🥰🙏🏻 @thepoetrypharmacy @thepoetryremedy

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I was lucky enough to have the best dad in the entire world, (sorry other dads but it’s true) and he was a Sound Desginer for the theatre, that gave me back stage access to a magical world of make believe that made me who I am today. I was also lucky enough to train for three years at drama school that gave me my ride or die friends for life. Then I was lucky enough to be a part of the best cast in the entire world (sorry other casts but it’s true) and perform the best play in the entire world (sorry other plays but it’s true) The Seagull by Anton Chekov. I was lucky enough to work with the best director in the world (sorry other directors but it’s true) @jamielloyd I was also lucky enough to be born optimistic, glass half full kinda gal. And I knew the night we waved each other goodbye (gin in hand) we would be seeing each other soon, the show would go on. The true spellbinding magic that is telling stories on stage has been my life’s blood passed down through my darling dad and I cannot fathom a world where this art form does not exist. #savethearts has never been more important, we need it, we need it, we need it, without stories to tell I don’t know how we can find our own places of safety and escapism, empathy and love. I know if my favourite human in the world, my dad, were alive today he would be telling me the exact same thing. For him, for all the creatives and crews it takes to tell an audience a story in whatever form they choose, let’s #savethearts #❤️

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