of life in its many forms.
To knowing yourselfGiving yourself spaceTo rest, heal and reviveTo give over to moments of nourishment and renewalTo go easy,Tomorrow is another day, To being kind to yourself,Loving yourself. Their grace of being kind to themselves, creating mental frameworks to house their experiences, boundaries to maintain their sense of self, choosing each day to sit in… Continue reading Honouring what is
Cynics speak of the transactional nature of love. Maybe it is not so. And perhaps it is, on a functional perspective. In daily activities, choices are made. In the realm of human existence, decisions are taken. Give and take, so they say. We take stock; subconsciously for what cannot be measured. And in the midst… Continue reading Cynics say
I marvel at the unbounded desires of the mortal's heart, never ceasing its quest for love. Often hopeful of fulfilling its deepest longings. Yet sometimes we need to leave its door open, Be humble to the comings and goings. I marvel at the complexity of the human mind, its capacity to tell stories of everything.… Continue reading Heart and mind
Just for today... do you feel it? ~FlorenceT © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Responsibility looks different in context, and irresponsibility comes in many guises. It was a decision made after extensive consideration. It was a decision which saddened and hurt others. It was a decision to honor their own experiences and a demonstration of loving oneself. It was a decision which presented difficulties on many fronts. Their one… Continue reading Kindest I can be?
He said, "reading is a dangerous thing". And I agree. He being the owner at a quaint bookstore I decided to venture in on a whim. The store can be characterised as local yet it has been years since I had been inside. Filled with predominantly pre-loved books of different genres and wide topics. I… Continue reading Reading is dangerous
Away from the noise of society, to feel free and unburdened... at different points in our life, this is a welcoming notion. The longing to hear our own voice loud and clear, to do our own thing unbounded; ultimately to be our own self without the expectations from others and the obligations to be this… Continue reading Being elsewhere
What happens when someone leaves? To those left behind, there will be a period of remembering and reflection. News of her passing is no different. She was larger than life, beyond her physicality. The volatility of her words and actions left indelible prints upon the lives of those around her. I was only young when… Continue reading She left
For you who needs this now... What is your relationship with enough? When you hear it, how does your mind respond? How does the sacred within you approach enough? Enough. An exhortation. An admonishment. An assurance. An incantation. A knowing. Enough. ~ FlorenceT © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her… Continue reading Enough…to consider
She is afraid of how she'll present in a crowd and to anyone - will she falter, will she seem stupid, will she know the best way to be. And she is fearful of what will happen as her mind tells her stories of worst outcomes of any situation. What if she can't cope? What… Continue reading Stories told
I am not a physically active person, preferring the comforts of a cozy armchair and a good book. Yet there are still a lot of movements and actions in my life, as a friend reminded me. I was conditioned to strive, to be effortful. A moment of rest deemed wasteful. The do-er in me conditioned… Continue reading Movements and stillness
I understand enough Mandarin, for it to serve me in my travels. So perhaps it is understanding what the lyrics mean that drew me to this song. Perhaps it is the poignant melody. Or both. The unofficial translation of the poetic Mandarin lyrics does not do it justice, yet it is the closest I could… Continue reading An ordinary path
“You’ve got a nice set-up here,” he said walking in. “Yes, I do spend quite a bit of time here, so it’s got to be comfortable,” I said. He gently touched the ornaments displayed, reading the spines of books which caught his attention. It is not often we get these relaxed times together, a sense… Continue reading These things
The real test is that your truth should be good for yourself… So don’t play the missionary… Let other people belong to themselves and look after their own improvement… If they are really satisfied, then nobody should disturb them. If they are not satisfied with what they possess, they will probably seek something better… ~… Continue reading Belonging to themselves
What does it actually mean, for you or another? Perhaps this poem resonates? sometimes I love you means I want to love you sometimes I love you means I'll stay a little while longer sometimes I love you means I'm not sure how to leave sometimes I love you means I have nowhere else to… Continue reading “I love you”
Advancing, retreating... ebb and flow. Filling, emptying... replenishing and relinquishing. Deconstructing and reconstructing. This is how life is. Sometimes we are aware of this dynamic process, but often we are just living our daily lives, filled with busy events and tasks. Particularly during this pandemic, things seem a little repetitive and predictable. Sometimes we pay… Continue reading We are arriving
Today... letting it unfold, letting it go, letting it be... To not cling to plans, obsolete even as they are made. Stop...life goes on. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I am neglecting her. And with this, attendant guilt. Not all the time, just enough to elevate the stress level. I do not believe that I must attend to her all the time, consistently and regularly. But I’d started out with this intention. And the habit had been long ingrained until recently. A new interest… Continue reading Which to honor?
Music, poetry, and books - all these have held me and continue to do so during these weird times, which are feeling strangely normal. I have long felt the value of artistic expressions and productions. Art has brought a certain gladness, many smiles and a sense of connection to something far greater than I. There… Continue reading What good is art?
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
