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
When he still needs me Not to be his crutch, his protector Neither craving attention nor adulation; But a witness to his life - a celebrant of his success, another within his fold; His solid ground, his secure net. Ah, the joy lighting his face to know he belongs, that he is loved A vision… Continue reading When he still needs me
I re-read "Eat, Pray, Love" following a conversation with a girlfriend. This Elizabeth Gilbert memoir swept the world, well the Western world, by storm in 2006 when it was published. I read it then, was rather nonplussed, and shelved the book in my collection. I had no idea why I was compelled to re-read it… Continue reading Eat.
The final poem in David Whyte's new book "The Bell and the Blackbird". For me, a contemplation of home and the journey to belonging to yourself, the quiet subterranean ways in which we meet our sense of leaving and arriving, what we carry with us and which makes us half a shade braver. What is… Continue reading Leaving the Island, poem by David Whyte
Christmas makes me nostalgic of simpler times, innocent times. Born and raised in a Christian home, I remember much of my childhood years spent at church, doing church "things" from Sunday school to services, to choir, to youth groups. It was like a second home and family. Then I grew up. I began to receive "advice"… Continue reading Love, humility and compassion
This post is about connection and community, the one I have found here on blogosphere. It is a social experiment in hindsight, and these are my observations and purely subjective :-). But before I go there, some qualifications. I did not have any preconception of what or how a friend ought to be. I have… Continue reading Real people in blogosphere?!
Love is love, don't you think? Does it matter the occupation, the socio-economic background, the gender, the race, the culture, the nationality, the age, the abilities... We love because we do, and we are loved just because. Some have a tendency to overthink, to intellectualize what is deeply emotional. I wrote about labels we in… Continue reading Love is love
Ronovan's guest post here last week referred to anthem writers, which made me think of the song 'Anthem' from the musical 'Chess'. Indulge me here - the video of the song is at the end of this post, as sung by Anthony Warlow, whom I absolutely adore. His voice is amazing. And moving along... 'Chess'… Continue reading The Anthem…of a land
I first heard this song in Pat Benatar's concert in Sydney. Amidst the sounds, these lyrics from the Chorus spoke to me: We belong to the light We belong to the thunder We belong to the sound of the words We've both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace For worse or for better We… Continue reading We belong to the light
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #22 - Belong, Run Escaping this that Belongs to a wayward soul Oft searching for Home. - FlorenceT © 2014 Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
“A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt… Continue reading Soul connection, really?