of life in its many forms.
An echo to a loved one... just to know you're free. "As long as I have breath in meI know who I'm supposed to beI will live or die happilyJust to know you're free" © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
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?
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
Now that we are required to stay home, how are you feeling? How are you experiencing this global phenomenon? Remember when you couldn’t wait to get home from work? Are you now feeling “stuck at home”? Is it a little like when you felt “stuck at work” then? What makes you experience joy or suffering?… Continue reading How is your now?
A mellow weekend watching the rain falling outside my window, quiet moments of contemplation and conversation with myself, returning to ground with the feels ... and love and new-ish music. Enjoy! I've seen much more than most Much less than some Took a while to give up a ghost Thought it'd never come I… Continue reading Love, this weekend
A sliver of light, Daybreak, eyes and mind converge, Focus on life's hopes. ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #246. This week's prompt words are narrow and minded. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with "how-to" if… Continue reading Daybreak #Haiku 246
Silence, my soul’s balm Frantic lives spin, intruding Be still, be present. ~ FlorenceT When storms come, stay still. Hush! Listen. A symphony. Glorious beauty. ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #244. This week's prompt words are sound and motion. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check… Continue reading Stillness #Haiku 244
A new year, and what will it have in store for us? Facebook has been showing me astrology posts for 2018… Why? Probably because my curiosity got the better of me at times and I clicked into these posts which purported to reveal my future. Sometimes they bring a smile as my heart gladdens at… Continue reading What I’m learning from astrology
I have posted quite a few "things" about solitude, and wrote about what it is and why we need it. It was even in a poem. Here are Parker Palmer's definitions of Solitude and Community which are truly compelling. And I so agree. They are states of being, not doing. What do you think? Solitude does not necessarily mean… Continue reading Solitude – Community
I feel tired. Weary. It is bone-deep and my spirit wanes. Ever been there – when all you want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. Well, that’s me, and I did just that. My usual thinking self asked, “why?” Practically I can point to work, to my responsibility as a parent, a… Continue reading Beautiful mystery
What to expect from Savannah? I did not know. So perhaps a sense of mystery. Unlike my usual (past) self who would have conducted plenty of "travel research", I had relatively little to go on. I ended up in Savannah alone after many turns, so other than the few beautiful homes I wanted to visit,… Continue reading Detachment and Savannah, GA
How do we see ourselves? How do we introduce ourselves, as we stretch out our hands to greet another? Do we acknowledge and embrace our whole selves in all spaces? Or do we censor who we are in some? What is your self-identity? So here's a little... um, challenge from me. If only to ponder… Continue reading Introductions
Today is strange in that I do not know what to make of it. My mind struggles with labels. In many ways I am grateful for the year that has passed, for the voices of support, the strong arms which held, the love enfolding. I am grateful for a life continuing to unfold with ‘yes’… Continue reading Let it be…
Checklists are dangerous. I cannot recall, and therefore I am disavowing, ever having a checklist for "the man of my dreams". "Tall, dark and handsome" wasn't a thing for my teenage self. Well, maybe tall... Neither was romantic, charming, suave, humorous or tough. I don't think I have a type, but I do wonder sometimes… Continue reading All My Life
Looking out my window across the valley as the mist lifts, as had happened many mornings since we moved into this house, today it held new meaning. Christmas morn and the house is shrouded in silence. The kids are still abed. Their curiosity and excitement of waking at the crack of dawn, eager to get… Continue reading Same difference… Christmas reflection
I had wondered if I could write a post remotely close to being positive today. Oh and why a positive post? Well, because that's part of the #BeWow blogshare over at RonovanWrites. I 'signed up' last week because it is such a great way to share some positive energy and love. But today has been… Continue reading You may choose to #BeWow
My guest post on @RonovanWrites
This month’s guest is Florence Thum of Meanings and Musings. Lawyer, Therapist, College Professor, Writer, Blogger, Mother, and more. And no, those are not in any particular order. A lady from Down Under with a lot to say and lot of ways to say it.
As I venture here as a guest still wondering what I could possibly offer on RonovanWrites, I am reminded ‘write what you love’. At the moment, what I love is TIME because I have so little of it. It is what I covet most.
Time cannot be bought, it is beyond my control. If I do nothing, if no one does anything, time will still pass in its own rhythm, in its own time.
Time is.
Of course my perception of how time passes, the judgment I bring to its passing and to my being in it as it passes, is my own. That…
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And so it shall be…
Let the sum
of all the moments of love
you have ever known
strip you naked
of roles and titles
wounds and triumphs
and breathe you
into the singular
present moment
where nothing
can weigh you down,
where nothing exists
but the blissful
lightness of Being.
© 2015 Dennis Ference
"The point [of meditation] is not to improve yourself …but to come back to who you are, the awareness that is your birthright” These are the words of Jack Kornfield, who facilitated the first session of the 'Love and Power' weekend retreat. Jack Kornfield quoted Zen master, Suzuki Roshi who when asked to talk about… Continue reading Meditation? For love and power…
