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Epictetus says you are not a pirate.

    dearest,

As i ran my 5 miles today i thought of many a things. Mostly that i was coaching my daughter in such a manner i recalled being the only girl to work in a Wall street brokerage firm amongst lions.

I would guarantee you though i am mummy dearest on the daily, i definitely can be a pirate.

Hence, as women we are called to be so many things at once. Et men, they are just called to be themselves. Hurrah to you all. I have thought today of many things in regards to such, the funny is i spoke to my teenager daughter et i said you ought to look yourself in the bloddy and scream,

“I am bloddy pirate.”

I laugh but i am serious. Sometimes in life we are called to be so much more than we are, and if you are the little bird up in your tree et eagles try et eat you alive do you just wave et say,

“Kind mighty one, i am right here.”

Absolutely  not. I will take out my archers bow and scream, “ready or not come et find me you floppy bastard.”

Yah so my thinkings today was a little bit on the arrogant side. Then i had to run miles et miles to find  clarity. That i had not found Yet instead but a bowl of berries et a cup of tea. I am not fun world.

I try to reconcile with deliberate adventure but i failed like a misery weeper, so the message today is steel up or get eaten alive. Life and people are mostly never fair, and so forth. People will be what they will, they will try to destroy the very happy that you struggle to keep, but you my dear friends are better than that. You are not as brittle as you think of yourself.“You are a pirate!”

Albeit a good one.But hey please tell me there are good ones? Or wise this storyteller shall be banned.

Here i read, the words of a dear Stoic.

The words of dear Epictetus,“the key is to keep company of the people who lift you,whose presents calls forth your best.”Am i not a darling, inspiring you et sorts?I must bid adieu i have to write a book, something that can inspire humanity. OR  i could could just sit et watch tele eating dark chocolates you know what i shall go with the second one….bonsoir.

Inspiring you on the daily,

Rianna kate Shaikh

just be

 

   my darlings,

i didn’t finish Emeline B, instead i enjoyed myself. Which is news, enjoyment is never in my vernacular. But dear Plato once said,

”writing is the Geometry of the soul.”I swear all the great men are dead. Et the living ones are to busy trying to become billionaires in yatchs et private jets. I often wonder have we forgotten no man lives forever?

Okay since we are on the topic, no i’m not hating on anyone, i’m just trying to figure out what the heck am i doing …. I swear to you no one knows Okay so here is what’s going on, i went walking today on the boardwalk, et i met a monk. I did. Hence, i have always admired the teachings of buddhism.Then… i came home et i did my daily evening royal ritual with my dear boy et then i swam. In the rain. It was a legit storm. I always wanted to do that, luckily my husband was to busy to see me. Man, i live in a safe house  

So books stacked, manuscripts delayed, pages empty … but your writer is busy galloping abouts. Actually my desk is stacked with books – of fabrics. I have decided to do awnings, i laugh because i am getting old, this is exactly what’s happening. I honestly get asked a lot of questions on my home, it looks like an old chateau in the south of france. It’s home. i had many houses but home is where the heart is.

Talking of home, this was my favorite, it’s nestled right next to Oheka. When my children were little we had spent a great deal of time in their gardens. My life is not a fairy tale, it would of been had i not been hated by so many.

So many. Oui.

The trouble is, that’s why i have pulled the plug in being public. My life is more important than fame or success. Which by the way, my resume has been graded by a literary agents as,

“an enormous amounts of talent and a variety of sorts.”oh well, to bad i don’t care. I think the grief i’m suffering is holding me all kinds of back. I honestly think if there was someone that needed this book deal more than me, i would hand it to that person, because quite frankly, i have had it all in my 20’s. All.I never had to want for things. But also what i had more than all of you was pure pain. Now, you can’t measure  both can you?Father, mon père thank you for that. My grand mère always thought that heaven et hell was right here, she was right. I mean look around you, do you really think people love you for you or what you can give or do?Reality Check.  I told myself the other day,  Rianna kate Shaikh if you can’t write your heart, don’t write anymore.

(my portrait in art)Well i cannot do such, i am bloddy good at what i have done. The proof is in the pudding, it’s a #wallstreet  thing. And to all of you that read me daily that hates me, stop reading me, simple.  So to my real fans, i adore you. The rest is just numbers, lucky for  you i have never been about numbers. By the way, jesus had only 9 followers!

Well this post will be
deleted when my team reads it.
For the while, i don’t give a merde.
🧐     Enjoying my life regardless,                  Rianna kate Shaikhps. let’s start looking
at ourselves more than others. 
You have no idea, the stress of being
a writer. Be a butler instead 😩

unedited moi with answers

 

my dearest you,

Oh i woke up to many dms et i sat at the edge of my bed- frantic! i thought my emails were hacked and not to get paranoid but then my web page CRASHED

I swear i didn’t care what meeting my husband was in- i broke it up. Hence, my web person was the best- he had it running in hours- minutes perhaps.

I think the great fear is Rianna kate Shaikh has pulled the plug on being somewhat public. I have made it coarse, i am not public, so i apparently have many readers et followers on instagram. We again are nearing 1M. Which surprises me, i am a solemn bore.

HEy hurrah for moi !

 

                Image.: via instagramHence, we are back in business so let’s chat, oui?

Its been an insanely etched summer, i swam, i cleaned, i redesigned my entire house et i did absolutely well, i spent thousands on trees  

Imagine my husband coming home from a business trip et my entire landscape was meticulously done. i swear it must hurt being married to moi, but i didn’t stop there, non, i went tree crazy et planted a conservatory. HAH. Hah.

Hah.The thing is, i am not an outside type of lady but trees  make me so happy et i bought all the grown boxwoods money could buy. So you could say this summer i became that lady i ran from my whole existence Nevertheless i also discovered that after many emails, i don’t give a damn about being published by a big publisher. or any. Honestly speaking with most humbled thoughts, i was not bred for the public. I have enough issues with being Rianna Shaikh the human

Next line, read carefully:

Consider me retired. please. I think at this point i don’t care if any of my books are public, i need to relax et water my jardin, tend to my boxwoods and mulberry et meditate. Oh yes, the children, the husband…Obviously i don’t water plants, but hey it did sound good- And you believed me!

I am just to busy mothering et wifing et planting et stacking books up- and cooking, gee i make a great meal steamed daily. I am pure domesticated talent now world, i feel darn proud. That’s coming from a woman that needed an entire team to run a household.

”Age is a definite number that determines our growth.”

I have also mastered the art of taking selfies…

I know- GENIUS .
obviously i am not kim K.
She must be exhausted.

I think after i read my many q et A’s i realized
the world sees me as a perfected portrait, that which
i am not. So this here is me, unedited.

I get a lot of questions on my age et
my skin procedures. Truth is, i live very organic.
I get facials twice a week et next step-
I AM a RAW vegan,99 percent.
That’s the Most asked question from
my instagram feed.
Though i am not ever flattered, i remain
utterly grateful.
And non, i have never had botox.
I can’t get myself to go on that lane.Well looks like i must get back to clearing
my head and writing broken letters from

Emeline Benoit.

I find her story was one i couldn’t do for many months. I too have struggled with great depression atleast twice in my life, and if this is you, know that it does get better.But do seek help, because depression is an insane mix of swim or sink et you don’t know which is which, until you are drowning.Life my dears is never a clear path, et our human hearts and mind often go in different directions, but i will say is that you have one self, one life, and in such you have a purpose. You’ll find it with great faith et heart. Or else you’ll  be like the common man, lost et running in life screamingYolo.Have we come this far to act so frivolous?

Exactly. Get your heads together, i’m sure you’ll be brilliant like Marcus Aurelius or Plato. Oui i have been given great lectures over the summer on stoicism by my teenage philosopher !

Well the great perks of motherhood is you raise them right or go left. I kid you not. Go left. or right. or just forward.

I bid you adieu et merci from the bottom of my valentino closet.

Do laugh.

 

Foreverly,Rianna Kate Shaikhps. i love this song…

The light of a new day

    My dearest you,I had made a vow to myself that I was not going to be writing books for the sake of stacking, hence, I have taken a great break from anything Et all things related to a book. You can say I am simply letting life go to do it’s thing.
For I am not the keeper of anything. 
I however am beginning to see life in such new light, it feels like the beginning of an end. I think I hath been my whole life just existing Et not being.
Because my life can feel so terribly confined Et severely regimented, which is how I built it.Reminds me of the austerity of my father. Et the kind absence of a heart that should of loved me but instead faltered.
It also reminds me that as your writer I am to always write the story as it wants to begin and end. I remind me that my Pen shall always write to you an absolute truth. You see, life is an unraveling task, one in which the best of us question. I sincerely for sure think as you get older, it’s hard business to hold on to the truth of a disgruntled many things.
I think that you ought to know that life my darlings is ever so, dreadful yet alluring – life is what you heart it to be.
The secret is all within, the truth is standing still infront of you, and the past, well it can damn you Et the very present. Be kind with your mind and heart and know one thing… it only gets easier with faith. Not in people, oh no, don’t be like a silly rabbit trusting well attired, absurdly eloquent Foxes! Trust in God!He has a plan for everything, so if nothings going the right way, then you are in the wrong direction!
Well I hope you know I read your letters Et I cannot forge forward without you. My dear readers, I simply am rooting for you.
Everyday.
Chin up Et forge ahead, it will all work out.
Je promets.

Oh I forgot to mention, I’m building a tree conservatory – so yah I’m becoming a gardener !

 

    Forever your writer,      Rianna Kate Shaikh

ps. Now this here is a new song from ages ago Et I promise you every lady should listen too, it’s that heart in you that keeps you trotting forward. Keep it up my rabbits!

The desk of lady Shaikh

  Dearest,A new name to be called, lady Shaikh! Merci my readers. But today,  let’s just sit Et bask in what is here Et however can we make better decisions Et learn the logic of letting go.
As I embark in the threads of my existence, I resided in thought,  after reading so many letters that the art of happy lies in the way we dissolve our Ill feelings towards another being or beings. I have received so many Personal dms Et letters of the struggles of loathe. Mostly on how difficult it is to let go of things, people, situations etchera. To the front of things, thank you for asking me of such insight. I can glamorize even pain. I don’t know why but I think when I was made, that was probably the moon I was under

So here we go, to the great Kirsi of Finland, I left out your last name, you asked me how do I deal with knowing things about someone that Tries so hard to hurt you and then pretend to be a nice member of your circle.

This question got me good!!  Answer:It hurts when your own brood tries to destroy you, but I suppose, so much so,  that you know that life has this thing called karma, Et when she comes she’s like a ruthless hurricane, out of no where. And up to no good. So, I would kindly suggest you let it go, Et trust that the laws of life will come back around and do it’s thing. Be gentle with yourself Et let go. Revenge is not yours, but the lords.Someone said that to me, just the other day, I swear I ran 5 miles very quickly. I am not good with “fake people.”
Apparently every human deals with this.
Now because I receive so many letters, and my comments are always off on instagram- I shall try to answer questions via here nor there. I truly appreciate my readers, though I do have many issues with my privacy. I understand that most of my readers got it.

 

     Dearest Kirsi, I hope this is most sensible of advices. If I could only take my own, what a wonderous world it would be.Forever a writer,Rianna Kate Shaikh

 

ps. Life is like her voice-
unfair on all levels.

But beautiful on many other levels.

Then it’s July

    Oh hello dearest,

Its been a whileeeeee. Almost forever, non?
I bet you are wondering what’s happening with your lady writer- well a few things…

I am melding in my domestication Et swimming in the great seas of uncertainty. I am also bored out of my mind when  it comes to writing. Oh I cannot elaborate. It’s gruelsome. I have got nothing for yah world
but I write to keep you dated on my life scales. So, without any further banter,  introducing yet another private publication (so tired of all this privacy)

 This is June’s most funniest of  books,

Obviously I almost dropped into my bath- the woes of being a rookie. Well that’s all I got. I’m listening to Lionel Ritchie Et sipping tea. I am a bore. Then I shall water my greens, Et then I shall watch a classic with the many children I have then I shall

swim then I sleep. Then I work.
Then I eat dark chocolats then I sip more tea. Et then I scream getting everyone in line. Then I workout, then We have dinner. Then we have turn down service Then what do you know it’s 2 am.
You are welcome darlings, stay level headed. And sensible.

     Your writer,Rianna Kate Shaikh

ps. There’s nothing like listening  to him, driving down the expressway in my electric car, ignoring the world. Oui, I found myself.

        “About bloddy time!”      Screams Pierre Et hem.

Out equestrian- ING

 

  My darlings,

Gee it’s been ages. I feel like I have aged since my last post. I surely did. But that’s life, we are all doing something to get somewhere, non?
I suppose you know. Hence, I am so darn busy with life Et so many renovations, that I can barely think about writing Etc. But a prose I gather is what I am

To do. This photograph was taken by my lady helper, and I must say I looked like I was concentrating on that helmet situation as I jumped off my horse and realized I did not legit fall

I must say, with age I have become terrible at my own game. Hey, no shame. Since I lost all my baguette pounds I swear horse back riding has freaked out my husband. And my Mills. She says, “ you need to stop riding, if you fall of a horse, you are all bones mum. Please.”
I swear I think I am 90. That’s what I mean about the 40’s damn, bloddy damn it’s tough non?
On a better note, I have just finished my next book, I am a role. Could be a good thing ou a bad one. Nevertheless, we are in production, so I’m checking in  as I have received so many dms. Merci my friends, it’s summer, you ought to take it easy.
Will try too?

yours,

Rianna Kate shaikhps. No hope for me, I am on a schedule

 

Emeline B

 

 

     my dearest,   I Imagine,
to have loved so impeccably Et to have lost so immensely is a graven bliss. To the human heart and to the certain human afflicted by such a harrowed walk.

Have you ever dreamt of such love where it feels your entity of existence is filled by another? In most basic of terms, you love them and you can’t fathom a second without them?
But then you do. You must. Your glass of  exultation was suddenly shattered beyond your minds capacity to go on… that sort of deal. I possibly could not finish

Emeline, for the ghost of her shriveled heart beat tortured my days et wept through my nights.

Months later, I feel the shaken empty of her trails Et it is still very bruised to one’s spirit, as her writer I believe in her fear of no hope.

My Darlings, when you love Et when you fall in love Et when you meet your soulmate, Oui indeed it’s all so different, yet the level of pain no doubt shall be intensified with loss. Et if you don’t grieve, you shall wither either, here nor there.
That’s the concept of dearest Emeline.

“For IF all the graven of hearts shall collide, their hearts shall still not beat like ours.”Forever near the lakes of desparity,Rianna Kate Shaikhps. I cannot even open my book of
papier et write. I have indeed
fallen off the radar of wanting too 🤷🏼‍♀pss. You must listen to this song,
I did as a teenager, I feel so darn
archaic,
but imagine being born a writer Et
only discovering it in the middle
through your later stages in life?
golly, it’s like falling of a bloddy
saddle. AND, I am so good at such!

The structure of you

 

 

    Dearest you,

I have lost my zeal to write, or create things. I have outdone myself. Truth is life has given me more lemons than oranges Et I fear I would love to share them with anyone Interested  

I joke. But really that’s not funny.

Hence, I now pass by my piano room saluting my books, because I am that one percent that most of us seek to not become. For instance, my life is structured in such a way that if I shall move one thing to the right the rest may crumble. I am honest, not delirious, though many see of me in such a manner.

I think in your 40’s life feels severe. The thunder is louder, the water becomes flood, the gardens are mere weed and well the fakers ought  to be spoofed, like Mr Fox from Peter rabbit. Is it Mr Todd, the most well studied fox of all time. That son of a botch gets everything done in one afternoon I have learnt so much from him, I never had adventures so to be called a children’s writer is a hat from a milliner in France.Can i tell you a secret?

I don’t know why I’m read. It’s not a confidence thing, it’s a thing thing. I am just a woman finding her feeling in life. Yet, oh yet so many try to steal my apples Et then call themselves snow. When they are indeed witches. But hey, I am a writer. All I know is papier Et tales

SCARY.
So to my many readers, I am not a typical kinds, I am not. I could sit under the willow lost in my papier Et story with a willing character,hence, I found a home.  I swear, there isn’t many of my kinds left. I don’t write to get paid, I write because storytelling is in my breath.

So to my haters, when I don’t write, don’t  become weary. There are many writers that can sit in the spotlight and tell you tales, for gold shillings. I am the opposite, if you shall ever sit alongside me, I’ll tell you real things. Things that you are missing, points that you cannot yet connect with Et I will show you that life is more than just luxury Et wealth Et power Et giddy happiness in Valentino frocks.
It’s À many moments of closure, pain, hard raw truth Et many cups of warm tea with people that would sell your story for a single penny – and a smile.

Sometimes you must say, “never mind.”

Do remember,  I too am Like you,

eager to become that
lady that I was born too.Yet all I want is to sit under
the willow tree with a boy name Roo
Et a rabbit, one oR too.

Sorry Mr Todd, no company with you

Think about it. I bid you adieu.

forever your everlasting,

Rianna Kate Shaikh

For darling Roo

 

     Dearest,I would like to think I have awakened with a story perhaps. For as a storyteller we shall always have those.  I imagine not. But the world can attest to such hypocrisy.

Bonjour le monde, it’s been a while of kinds.

My life is rather a chase by many. A sunset at times, a glorious sunrise at others, or a take that one cannot dare to dechiper. I have not been up to anything more than motherhood.
A task of mere efficiency.
Often if you do this thing right, you do alright in life. But I must add, it’s all I think I do well off.

The rest seems to be like shrub in the gardens I dare not walk to. So today in lieu of my love for rearing children, I present to you my next book, for the greatest love of my existing, I know

So DRamatic!

I present a gift to my only boy in this world, Merci b to the creator of all things for such an enlightened path really. It’s been a long road, with many swings, many people that made it so. Many flood with ruins that washed my gates, Et many pains that I hope in time heals. But what I wish today is learning that this path

GOD HATH INSTRUCTED.

Serious business he chose me for. So anyone struggling with the greats of desparity, Et the storing of pains, know he’s right there, waiting to hold the reins. Never give up, never believe  that what you are going through is an err and try to smile, there is a purpose to the madness.
And the greatness. Trust me, I am the queen of Rickety rocketry roads. That’s not a word

Also my important of messages, be kind. The world needs more good people, it’s filled with so much ill  mannered, angry people.  Let’s do better. Please.
Obviously I feel like everyone’s mother lately!

I j’adore everyone of you that adores my writing, sometimes I don’t know why I do write at times

Great way to start the day.

forever eloquent,

Rianna Kate Shaikh