As mind battles heart for dominance its quest, Reason cannot defeat the love residing within. ~ FlorenceT Sometimes as words come to me, so does music. Oddly, this song pops up as I am creating this post, so here it is - a sweet simple song. Enjoy! © 2018 FlorenceT… Continue reading Certainty, a poem
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 196 with prompt words - shy, sweet sweet fragrant orchid shy of sixteen, blossoming strong and unyielding ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I have been spending quite a bit of time lately exploring some "what it means to be human" essentials such as compassion, kindness, vulnerability, courage, stillness, to name a few. And no surprise, this part of Maya Angelou's poem "I shall not be moved" keeps calling... so I am sharing it. Hope it speaks to… Continue reading I shall not be moved
I remember a little boy, precocious and mischievous. I can’t quite remember his facial features, but I do remember my feelings of him. Sometimes exasperation, often a challenge because I saw an intelligence and perhaps the need for guidance, understanding and kindness. He was 6 or 7 years old then, and I was in my… Continue reading Before he was a man
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 194 with prompt words - worship, goddess a god or goddess though its gender mysterious, the masses worship. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
What does it mean to be ‘”woman”?
A thought that crossed my mind, again. Today. Whatever that means… 🙂
I cannot escape this sense of loss, this great sorrow.
I am woman, and that alone is enough to speak to the many ways in which I am deeply disappointed by the outcome of the US election. I realised the energy, the hope I had invested to see a woman make it in what is purportedly the greatest country in the world.
I am not referring to party politics. I don’t want to speak of claims of fraud or lies, and misogynistic or corrupt behaviour. I am not calling it. My experience is not American, I am not one.
But I know the politics that is played out in my life, whether I have chosen to welcome it or intentionally invited it or have it imposed upon me. And the outcome of the election epitomised it.
So I will speak about being woman. What does it take for a…
View original post 499 more words
Scarlett Johansson attempted though did not succeed in getting this book banned. Intriqued? Read on.
Title: the first thing you see
Author: Gregoire Delacourt (translated from French by Anthea Bell)
Publishers: Weidenfeld & Nicholson (August 11, 2016)
Genre: Fiction – Contemporary; Romance
What’s it about?
This is a quirky book of the plight of being famous at first glance. But it is more than that. It speaks of love and loss, of our need to be seen for who we are, especially by our loved ones.
“the first thing you see” is about a handsome unassuming motor mechanic living in a French provincial town, a man with little experience of the world beyond this town, a man whose young…
View original post 224 more words
This is my inheritance. Many years ago, I undertook some research on my family history. As I gathered stories of fortune and poverty, successes and failures, personal determination and resignation, love and loss across 4 generations, I was looking at the ties that bind and the destruction of connection and belonging. I saw a family… Continue reading My feisty inheritance
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 192 with prompt words - slim, chance a chance encounter a glance across time and space, comes a fine future. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Go to a quiet place, let the words rain on you, contemplate... Man down Let it be known: no man is entirely alone No man is a man all through. I’ve seen you. Shivering. Fleeting weakness. Cold rain scuffing its feet on the beaches. Young human. You. All feeling, flesh. Brine eyes. Man, but… Continue reading Man Down, a poem by Kate Tempest
Snake. I sense snake, singular. I anticipate finding it behind the curtains or the bed. For the record, I don’t have a snake phobia. Yet lately I have been expecting its presence, a premonition without the fear, anticipating being taken aback by its presence and then … nothing. It feels okay. Noticing this anticipation is… Continue reading Sensing snake
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 191 with prompt words - sneak, night Which creature does this? 🙂 sneaking through the gloom shuffles of determined feet night cloaks the earnest. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I have had this on my wall for as long as I can remember, and I didn't think to share it?! You may have seen it, know it... and it is worth contemplating, again. This, is the "Holstee Manifesto". Namaste ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral… Continue reading Manifesto for living
Check out my photography on Instagram. As you can see, I have a tab on this blog which says "Photography" and it has not been updated since 2016. The reason? Instagram, of course. So head on over there to see what pics I have been snapping. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved.… Continue reading My photographs are on IG
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 190 with prompt words - tart, sweet I got into a conversation with a friend about Zen and death, which through a circuitous route led to writing haiku. So here's my poem on death. Tart fruit, sweet juices Life passing, bright sunsets Endings arriving. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright… Continue reading Death #Haiku Challenge 190 @RonovanWrites