Home Actress Emilia Clarke HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers May 2020 Emilia Clarke Instagram - Episode two!! All hail The magical talented kind man that is @idriselba. He is reading The Point by Kate Tempest. (A BEAUTY of a poem) His Charity shout out is for Food Banks - google your nearest one if you’re able to help them in anyway! Here is the prescription as it appears in @thepoetrypharmacy book: Condition: Fear of Loss Sometimes, even in the midst of great happiness or beauty a shadow can fall over us. We can be caught up in enjoyment, living in the moment, and then all of a sudden we take a step back. This can’t last, we remember. The laughter will end; the children will grow up; the sun will set. In that realisation, each joy can come to feel like a threat: just one more thing that we will one day loose. And yet, of course, to hoard our joys like a dragon on a pile of treasure will do us no good at all. The more we scrabble to keep a hold on those things we love, the less we allow ourselves to spend time loving them. Misers may hold onto their gold, but they never have the chance to spend it. In this wonderful poem, Kate Tempest demonstrates something remarkably like the Buddhist idea that peace comes from ’non-attachment’. This attitude can seem counter-intuitive, but it is really only a matter of not allowing your bonds to own you- by not allowing yourself to want to own them. Anguish, the Buddhists say, is the result of taking transitory things- the world, people, possessions- and forming attachments to them built not on an acceptance of their impermanence, but on a fear of their loss. This can soon lead to a wish never to form any kind of bond at all, lest it one day be broken. But if we allow ourselves no attachments, where will we find joy? Instead, like Tempest, we must treasure beauty and happiness without allowing their loss to sting us- or make us afraid of taking pleasure in life to begin with. Because for everything that is lost, every sun that sets, there will come a new joy, a new beauty, a new sunrise. Trust in tomorrow to bring out something new. Who knows: it may even be better than today. THANK YOU IDRIS!! 🙏🏻🙌❤️

Emilia Clarke Instagram – Episode two!! All hail The magical talented kind man that is @idriselba. He is reading The Point by Kate Tempest. (A BEAUTY of a poem) His Charity shout out is for Food Banks – google your nearest one if you’re able to help them in anyway! Here is the prescription as it appears in @thepoetrypharmacy book: Condition: Fear of Loss Sometimes, even in the midst of great happiness or beauty a shadow can fall over us. We can be caught up in enjoyment, living in the moment, and then all of a sudden we take a step back. This can’t last, we remember. The laughter will end; the children will grow up; the sun will set. In that realisation, each joy can come to feel like a threat: just one more thing that we will one day loose. And yet, of course, to hoard our joys like a dragon on a pile of treasure will do us no good at all. The more we scrabble to keep a hold on those things we love, the less we allow ourselves to spend time loving them. Misers may hold onto their gold, but they never have the chance to spend it. In this wonderful poem, Kate Tempest demonstrates something remarkably like the Buddhist idea that peace comes from ’non-attachment’. This attitude can seem counter-intuitive, but it is really only a matter of not allowing your bonds to own you- by not allowing yourself to want to own them. Anguish, the Buddhists say, is the result of taking transitory things- the world, people, possessions- and forming attachments to them built not on an acceptance of their impermanence, but on a fear of their loss. This can soon lead to a wish never to form any kind of bond at all, lest it one day be broken. But if we allow ourselves no attachments, where will we find joy? Instead, like Tempest, we must treasure beauty and happiness without allowing their loss to sting us- or make us afraid of taking pleasure in life to begin with. Because for everything that is lost, every sun that sets, there will come a new joy, a new beauty, a new sunrise. Trust in tomorrow to bring out something new. Who knows: it may even be better than today. THANK YOU IDRIS!! 🙏🏻🙌❤️

Emilia Clarke Instagram - Episode two!! All hail The magical talented kind man that is @idriselba. He is reading The Point by Kate Tempest. (A BEAUTY of a poem) His Charity shout out is for Food Banks - google your nearest one if you’re able to help them in anyway! Here is the prescription as it appears in @thepoetrypharmacy book: Condition: Fear of Loss Sometimes, even in the midst of great happiness or beauty a shadow can fall over us. We can be caught up in enjoyment, living in the moment, and then all of a sudden we take a step back. This can’t last, we remember. The laughter will end; the children will grow up; the sun will set. In that realisation, each joy can come to feel like a threat: just one more thing that we will one day loose. And yet, of course, to hoard our joys like a dragon on a pile of treasure will do us no good at all. The more we scrabble to keep a hold on those things we love, the less we allow ourselves to spend time loving them. Misers may hold onto their gold, but they never have the chance to spend it. In this wonderful poem, Kate Tempest demonstrates something remarkably like the Buddhist idea that peace comes from ’non-attachment’. This attitude can seem counter-intuitive, but it is really only a matter of not allowing your bonds to own you- by not allowing yourself to want to own them. Anguish, the Buddhists say, is the result of taking transitory things- the world, people, possessions- and forming attachments to them built not on an acceptance of their impermanence, but on a fear of their loss. This can soon lead to a wish never to form any kind of bond at all, lest it one day be broken. But if we allow ourselves no attachments, where will we find joy? Instead, like Tempest, we must treasure beauty and happiness without allowing their loss to sting us- or make us afraid of taking pleasure in life to begin with. Because for everything that is lost, every sun that sets, there will come a new joy, a new beauty, a new sunrise. Trust in tomorrow to bring out something new. Who knows: it may even be better than today. THANK YOU IDRIS!! 🙏🏻🙌❤️

Emilia Clarke Instagram – Episode two!! All hail The magical talented kind man that is @idriselba. He is reading The Point by Kate Tempest. (A BEAUTY of a poem) His Charity shout out is for Food Banks – google your nearest one if you’re able to help them in anyway!
Here is the prescription as it appears in @thepoetrypharmacy book:
Condition: Fear of Loss
Sometimes, even in the midst of great happiness or beauty a shadow can fall over us. We can be caught up in enjoyment, living in the moment, and then all of a sudden we take a step back. This can’t last, we remember. The laughter will end; the children will grow up; the sun will set. In that realisation, each joy can come to feel like a threat: just one more thing that we will one day loose.
And yet, of course, to hoard our joys like a dragon on a pile of treasure will do us no good at all. The more we scrabble to keep a hold on those things we love, the less we allow ourselves to spend time loving them. Misers may hold onto their gold, but they never have the chance to spend it.
In this wonderful poem, Kate Tempest demonstrates something remarkably like the Buddhist idea that peace comes from ’non-attachment’. This attitude can seem counter-intuitive, but it is really only a matter of not allowing your bonds to own you- by not allowing yourself to want to own them.
Anguish, the Buddhists say, is the result of taking transitory things- the world, people, possessions- and forming attachments to them built not on an acceptance of their impermanence, but on a fear of their loss. This can soon lead to a wish never to form any kind of bond at all, lest it one day be broken. But if we allow ourselves no attachments, where will we find joy?
Instead, like Tempest, we must treasure beauty and happiness without allowing their loss to sting us- or make us afraid of taking pleasure in life to begin with. Because for everything that is lost, every sun that sets, there will come a new joy, a new beauty, a new sunrise. Trust in tomorrow to bring out something new. Who knows: it may even be better than today.
THANK YOU IDRIS!! 🙏🏻🙌❤️ | Posted on 04/May/2020 19:08:06

Emilia Clarke Instagram – Mid-“my batter looks like its thrown up on itself, how about yours?!” Chat… THIS is how I throw a cook-along party, (in Covid time that IS a thing I swear) full of mess and big arm gestures in lieu of actual cooking knowledge. 
Ted @gommie_poem and I were joined in my messy kitchen by 12 beautiful souls as we all made and ate…pancakes! 🥳 (a soufflé seemed a bridge too far) 
Quote of the meal “mine look like chicken fillets” (to be fair I found a recipe that didn’t need flour so things got a little… DENSE. 😋) This roaring good time we all had was a thank you for the incredible donations these wonders made towards @sameyouorg Covid Relief fund. We have created an online clinic for brain injury recovery which is growing into something truly magic. 
LIKE OUR PANCAKES! 
#newcookingshowanyone? 
#illbrushuponmywhiskingskills #👩‍🍳 #❤️ #👌
Emilia Clarke Instagram – Helping with the recycling, then helping himself to my entire heart. And shoe collection. And laundry. And face. 
And still I can’t tell him off… #couldyou?! #stillamoremanagablelovelife #canthelplovingthatmanofmine #❤️ #🕺 #🙌 #😂

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