of life in its many forms.
I am certain I could be suffering in many aspects of my life. I see perpetual frowns and agitation of unmet expectations and desires, of unattainable standards and goals on faces of many close to me. I suppose this post is to make sense of the "whys". I suppose I could be suffering if I… Continue reading suffering
The opening lines to this Mandarin song are evocative, and therefore the song…stuck in my mind. I find myself humming them throughout the day. 又过一天对你的思念又多一点又念一遍倒数着你回来的时间 ~ "念风及你" And as they simmer… ”Another day passes”a statement of lifeof daily arriving and leaving,another burgeoning momentof an aloneness,another certain dayof human experiencing,another seasonof change, renewal.“Missing yet again”a melancholic… Continue reading 又过一天
Six weeks, six months, 3 years. How we measure our life matters. Where life’s touchpoints are, matter. For the lessons we learn. Six weeks ago I was alerted to a potential serious health problem. It was ultimately just a scare. I am reminded yet again of the need to take care of myself, in more… Continue reading Touchpoints
Imagine you are sitting in a cafe with someone you’ve just met or an acquaintance. Both of you are chatting, and suddenly this person reaches over, picks up your mobile phone and begins to “explore”. Your phone is locked. Taken aback, you ask ‘why?’ and the person replies ‘new phone? I'm curious how it feels'.… Continue reading Don’t touch
I cannot remember the first language my father spoke to me in when I was child and in my growing years. This random thought popped into my mind. And what did we speak of? Was it the importance of education and making the ‘right’ choices? The necessity for a ‘good’ career? The difference of genders?… Continue reading The first language
Is it possible to be an intelligent thinker who delights in the mysteries and beauty of everyday life, and revel in innocent childlike nature? Or are we so filled with knowledge and thoughts of correlations, possibilities, options and consequences such that the wisdom of simplicity is lost? Dictionaries define a thinker as one who thinks… Continue reading (Over) thinking?
What are you inviting?
I had returned to singing after a very very long break. The last time I took singing seriously was in my late teens. The voice lessons were prompted by interest and a desire to see if I still had "it". I found out pretty quick that my "it" was lacklustre, and this was unsurprising. What… Continue reading It takes the time that it takes
Many many years ago, I came upon a book which spoke of surrendering. This piqued my interest because it was not the ethos of my life. One confronts and overcomes. One takes charge and directs. One chooses to persevere and wins. One does not surrender nor allow oneself to be overpowered. This remains the way… Continue reading Open palms up
Been listening to these - I find them (melody and lyrics) oddly (?) soothing. 🙂 Enjoy! https://youtu.be/VdeK_VsG9U0 Lee Hi, HOLO I'm too precious to sit around and worry, look within your heart, it's okay to be yourself, it will stop. https://youtu.be/5iSlfF8TQ9k Lee Hi, Breathe It's alright if you run out breath, no one will blame… Continue reading Soothing tracks
That Sunday I woke up “naturally” at the crack of dawn somewhat annoyed that I was unable to sleep longer. I decided to laze around with a book before I “surfaced” for an appointment. I then ran some errands at a leisurely pace and the daylight hours passed uneventfully. That evening I was astonished to… Continue reading Daylight hours
I take delight in colouring my hair. This may be routine for some, nothing note-worthy for others. But I am wondering why it is delightful for me and the deeper meaning it holds. In my mindful moments, such as the three or more hours I sat at the hair salon while the hair-colourist and stylist… Continue reading Defying age or custom?
For you who needed to hear this, read it out loud. Sometimes, in the midst of every difficult and everyday awkward way you try to make your onward day, sometimes sitting down at the edge of everything that has made you too tired to take another step there's that caught sight, now here, now gone… Continue reading The Gleam by David Whyte
Summer arrived late in my part of the world. Officially 1 Dec, yet the months of December and January were cold and wet. February has turned out not much better. The summer heat and glorious sunshine made infrequent guest appearances. I observed and listened as people of spoke of the unpleasant summer, their lost summer… Continue reading What of the seasons?
Heavy clouds release Parched earth soaks, the heart drenches Rain falls unceasing Lily pad glistens Dragonfly dances, delight Rain falls unceasing ~ FlorenceT © 2022 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
A week into the new year, and I encounter the first "challenge" to my intention. In the first post for 2022, I mentioned my word of the year is Delight and my intention to delight in my world. Then I contracted COVID-19. How do I find delight in this situation? Am I weird to even… Continue reading Challenge on delight
A new year, a new perspective, an appreciation for the present. The past in done, the future is what you construct in the present. This poem/story by Emily Perl Kingsley comes from her expectations which were vastly different than the reality which she found herself - parenting a child with a disability. It speaks of… Continue reading Taking delight in Holland
unchanging... a word I haven't contemplated much there's been lots of changes - the whats, whys, wheres, whens - and the hows of getting by, managing, overcoming there was reluctant acceptance (an oxymoron perhaps) and embracing appearances of what had been unknowns and unexpected there were disappearances - some necessary, some beyond our control -… Continue reading What remains…
I've been AWOL for a month. And feeling a little guilty for neglecting my blog. It's not that I have run out of things to say after blogging for 7 years. It's because I have spoken so much in my other life in recent times, that the thought of expressing more is not inviting. I… Continue reading AWOL
MEANINGS AND MUSINGS 