Those rain clouds, the sheltering spring canopy, and delightful colours blossoming. I see through these lens, a view with grey filter. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
So I've been thinking... (it's a dangerous thing 🙂 ) That loving is an art. It is a form of doing and not a science. And how does one approach this art? To excel in art, we begin with the acquiring of knowledge (ie. know-how) then we practice it such that it becomes second nature… Continue reading Loving as art
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
Is what we do meaningful? Do we do things because we believe them to be meaningful, or do we find meaning after we have done them? During my teenage years, I was entranced with Hong Kong entertainer, Leslie Cheung - award-wining singer and actor, songwriter and music producer. One of his films, Farewell, My Concubine… Continue reading Meaning in hindsight?
Simple. Always write simply. And not a rule I have followed lately, on this blog. Write to be understood. Perhaps this has not been the purpose. I write for many reasons; sorting out my thoughts is one of them. Reader understanding becomes secondary. I am not saying this is the attitude to adopt when writing… Continue reading A thought, a commitment
I'm feeling human, again... after a long while. Time for some wistful contemplation, Foibles, yours and mine, Ours theirs; daily struggles. My dears, who is right? The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #320. This week's prompt words are day and flaw. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check… Continue reading Who is right? #haiku 320 #dance
This poem by Korean poet, Jeong Hyeonjong <정현종> appears in his 2009 anthology, Island <섬>. A Visitor <방문객> To have a visitor is indeed a matter of gravity. For he brings with him his past present plus his future. Brings with him his whole life. Brings with him his heart vulnerable as can be as… Continue reading A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong
A little creativity... and I like the prompt word. Funny how some words just beckon 🙂 Prompt word 'stay' for the 'a' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'a' line? Check this out here. Self-assured undeterred they stay their way, looking for that future when the sun sets; hope she nurtures in… Continue reading She knows
Sensuousness… what’s your take on it? A rainy day in the mountains, in (what feels like) the depth of winter. As I finish the weekly errands, I long for a warm room, a seat by the window looking out into the grey sky and shadows of the nature around , a steaming cup of coffee… Continue reading Sensuousness…daily.
Beautiful words to ponder... A place in the heart The One Who is at Play Everywhere said: There is a place in the heart where everything meets. Go there if you want to find me. Mind, senses, soul, eternity, all are there. Are you there? Enter the welcoming vastness of the heart. Give yourself… Continue reading A place in the heart
“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi How does one bring to another's attention their unhelpful behaviours? I don’t mean “bad” behaviour. There is no judgment here from a position of authority or expertise. It is a deduction of possibilities, a perspective or insight which I hope to bring. What… Continue reading Just being helpful?
Letting go of the need for attention, appreciation and approval. Freedom. The key word is “need”. Everyone enjoys attention, appreciation and approval. I know I do. But it is not for them that I do what I do. I hope it is not because of them that I am who I am. Within me is… Continue reading Let go…?
Someone asked what kept me going. And it took a while to explain the process to myself and to put labels to the actions and emotions which accompanied me. I used to have goals, clear and bold hovering ahead of me. Goals I was determined to attain. These goals loomed large, reminding me of their… Continue reading Is this right for now?
Mellow vibes for this weekend... ~ FlorenceT
It's been a while, and compelled to write a poem today. 🙂 Prompt word 'wind' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. Time runs away, or so they say, run child, you must run like the wind; chase your dreams, don’t stop till… Continue reading Breathe in deep
For the weekend, read or listen... let the words seep into you. Hokusai says, by Roger Keyes Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get… Continue reading Hokusai says… let life live through you
Hold this lightly as we meet each other... a modern translation of a 14th century poem by Sufi poet, Hafiz. Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them “Love Me” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull… Continue reading Admit something – a poem
I do not watch horror movies; I shield my eyes in critical moments in a suspense thriller. (No, I'm not missing the “excitement” at all!) Where possible, I choose not to engage in conflict. I have created a peaceful space in my home and in my life in general. I live a relatively simple life.… Continue reading Can we bear it?
Those who have ever assembled a piece of IKEA furniture know this: the instruction manual makes sense, and it doesn’t. It doesn’t make sense because we do not understand how this step can lead to the next, and ultimately becomes that piece of furniture we saw in the catalogue or showroom. It doesn’t make sense… Continue reading Life according to IKEA
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And… Continue reading There will be time