Being alive, Passion, Reflection

There you are

There you are Thriving yet again, When you’ve been ripped  Transplanted to another world, You’ve stayed silent But only for a while. Not content merely to live In the wind and rain You’ve danced merrily Wherever you are As if to say Watch me rise! There you are. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved.… Continue reading There you are

In relationship, Living life, Reflection

Loving as art

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

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Meaning in hindsight?

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?

Reflection, The Self

A thought, a commitment

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

Beauty, Being alive, In relationship, Nostalgia, Reflection

A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong

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

In relationship, Living life, Reflection, The Self

Sensuousness…daily.

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.

In relationship, Living life, Reflection

Just being helpful?

“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?

Being Woman, Living life, Reflection, The Self

Let go…?

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…?

Living life, Reflection, The Self

Is this right for now?

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?

Being alive, Living life, Poetry, Reflection

Hokusai says… let life live through you

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

Being alive, Living life, Poetry, Reflection

Admit something – a poem

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

In relationship, Living life, Reflection, The Self

Can we bear it?

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?

Living life, Reflection

Life according to IKEA

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

Living life, Reflection, Spirit & Soul, The Self

Pragmatic hope

Is it hesitation or is it careful consideration? Is it “being nice” or is it “being fearful”? Is it doubt or merely kindness? Is it being in my power or is it being mean? There was a myriad of emotions which presented these last few weeks from these questions. And when the resolution arrived, it… Continue reading Pragmatic hope

Being alive, Pain, Poetry, Reflection

Will she smile?

  She cried again. Over the time that had passed. Of the years she lost to her duties. Of the years she abandoned for fear. Sorrow etched her brow. She can only feel the tightening in her chest. She can only hear echoes of how she used to be. Submerged in this grief she cannot… Continue reading Will she smile?

Beauty, Being alive, Poetry, Reflection

Keeping Quiet

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. ~ Pablo Neruda,… Continue reading Keeping Quiet

Being Woman, Living life, Reflection, The Self

Lessons by 50

This autumn - why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds. ~ Basho Matsuo An apt poem to begin this post - a reflection of sorts on 50 years of life.  But how to measure this time past? An impossibility - so many perspectives, paradigms. Where would I begin? So perhaps lessons I have… Continue reading Lessons by 50