Note to self

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I believe more in synchronicity than mere coincidence, and who am I to decide one or the other? Perhaps it is both, or neither, or everything in between.

I choose to believe there is meaning and purpose in my life, and to find meaning in its many moments, “meaningful coincidence” (as Carl Jung described synchronicity) resonates. Perhaps it is what Buddhists refer to as noticing and attending to…

Yet the universe speaks…

 

 

Namaste!
~ FlorenceT

Ambivalence… and music

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There are days when only music will serve, and today’s one of them. Someone very dear to me told me I think too much so today, I choose not to ask about the ‘what’ and ‘why’.

How amazing is the human psyche… our unconscious mind always communicating if only we would listen. Ambivalent day filled with ambivalent(?) songs…?

Enjoy!

 

~ FlorenceT

 

 

 

Heat Waves – #Haiku Challenge 132 @RonovanWrites

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RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 132 with prompt words – Flame, Kiss

Heat Waves

Fire rages on
Heat waves plundering, assaults
Like a lover’s kiss.
~ FlorenceT

 

Enjoy –

 

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Another night and here we are again…

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Another night and here we are again.

Waking next to him, my hand in his, I don’t move for fear of breaking the moment. The scent of his skin fills my lungs, so familiar as if we have known each other a lifetime, perhaps we have for many lifetimes. I am home. His lips on my cheek… comfort, love…passion, all mesh into one. This moment is beyond what I have imagined. This is what memories are made of. He feathers kisses on my forehead…I hold back a smile. Ernest. Keeping my eyes closed as I relish his attempts to wake me. It is tempting to open my eyes, to see him once again, to begin this glorious day…with him. But… that would be one day less of him. Don’t think of that now. I do not know what to feel. Tomorrow will happen no matter… enjoy now. Tears? Do not cry. Don’t go there now.

His touch lingers, a pause to his kisses making their way down my back. His arms enfold me, squeezing me tight as I curl into him. I need to know it’s alright, that it will work out. He knows. He knows me. Perhaps he is crying too. There is no need to explain this bittersweet feeling. Joy, contentment, loss…

His very being…such gentleness. His forehead on my temple, his hands slowly memorize the terrain of my body, reaching deep within. He has been doing this for the past few days, perhaps that is what I sense. Those delicate fingers trailing, tracing… constantly studying me. While I, I replay moments of our days, a sense of desperation I can’t shed, to imprint them in my mind… the ache in my heart growing as the day approaches. Trying to hold back the march of time…

Enough of these maudlin thoughts. Live now. Turning, I open my eyes to the look of immeasurable love. “You know I worship you. I love you very much.”

Stolen moments are still moments to be lived. We hold on forever.

 

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This is a part of Friday Fiction with RonovanWrites Prompt Challenge. The prompt for this week is “[u]se the first line of one of your favorite song and begin your story with that line.”

So here are the song and lyrics:

Another night and here we are again
All our faults laid out ahead
Let it out, then let it right back in
All those voices in your head

And we both know everything, but we can’t learn to leave
So I’ll tell you what you need

(Chorus)
First thing: we make you feel better
Next stop: we pull it all together
I’ll keep you warm like a sweater
Take my hand, hold on forever
Just fall apart if you need to
I’m here and I won’t leave you now
Don’t look down
Hold on forever

Lay down all your troubles end to end
They could reach up to the stars
So many roads, you don’t know where you’ve been
But you still know who you are

And if I seem preoccupied, I’m wondering what to do
So here’s my recipe for you

(Chorus)

And we both know everything, but we can’t learn to leave
So I’ll tell you what you need

(Chorus)

– FlorenceT

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Broken Arrows

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Sharing one of my most listened to music at the moment…

Usually not one for electronic music, but I guess the lyrics got me.

 

 


Now as you wade through the shadows that live in your heart
You’ll find the light that leads home (home, home)
Cause I see you for you and your beautiful scars
So take my hand, don’t let go

Cause it’s not too late, it’s not too late
I, I see the hope in your heart
And sometimes you lose and sometimes you’re shooting
Broken arrows in the dark
But I, I see the hope in your heart

I hope you enjoy. Have a great weekend!

– FlorenceT

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You I See

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You

I see
– A gentle whisper, that longing look
– A wry smile, that adorable pout
– A rising humor, that steadfast support
– A denial of pain, that constant presence

I know
– A mature love, that genuine intimacy.

– FlorenceT

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My calm

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Our love knows not time
Through tempest the gods declare
A calm, you are near.

– FlorenceT

 

Here is a video clip to go with the haiku.  One of my all-time favourite actor dancing with his wife to a beautiful song sung by one of the best female vocalist ever.

 

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Running with the wolves #BeWow

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Nature is miraculous. It is wild and ruthless one day, yet calm and peaceful the next. It is highly selective yet sustains itself. It beats a rhythm I often missed, in the bustle of everyday living – a rhythm of an instinctual life.

I once read a book about women running with wolves…and since then, it’s been whispering in my head…there is a call of nature to wildness, its trueness getting louder and louder. And this ancient voice resisted, fought, rebelled against the lures of the world, the impositions of culture and traditions, the seduction of politics and positions, the gratification of secular idols. Until change becomes inevitable as I am compelled to respond to a calling for re-connection to my being, my authentic self, my core self… however you choose to name it.

Are we aware of what we are – spirit beings, uniquely whole and perfect? Do we connect with the essence of what we are?

For me, it is through the contemplation of writing, through the silence and solitude as I listen to the language of my body telling me to retreat, to push through, to slow… and as I sift through the delusions of my mind and the reactivity of my emotions. As I find myself, I find the world.

What do you do to connect with the essence of you? Whatever it may be, go there…often. Until you are.

Go row the boat to safer grounds
But don’t you know we’re stronger now
My heart still beats and my skin still feels
My lungs still breathe, my mind still fears

But we’re running out of time
Oh, the echoes in my mind cry

There’s blood on your lies
The sky’s open wide
There is nowhere for you to hide
The hunter’s moon is shining

[Chorus:]
I’m running with the wolves tonight
I’m running with the wolves
I’m running with the wolves tonight
I’m running with the wolves

Trick or treat, what would it be?
I walk alone, I’m everything
My ears can hear and my mouth can speak
My spirit talks, I know my soul believes

– FlorenceT

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