of life in its many forms.
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
“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi How does one bring to another's attention their unhelpful behaviours? I don’t mean “bad” behaviour. There is no judgment here from a position of authority or expertise. It is a deduction of possibilities, a perspective or insight which I hope to bring. What… Continue reading Just being helpful?
Ash rains, heavens weep, Systems nudge, humans consume And so we, like sheep? ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #292. This week's prompt words are sheep and weep. Asp made me think of venom, while surge is a synonym for jump. Too tenuous the relationships? 🙂 If you are interested in… Continue reading Followers #Haiku 292
I fell in love with it on its first release in mid-2000s and it has been with me ever since. The Bulgari “Rose Essentielle” fragrance evoked romance and glamour, and it was a departure from my then attraction to citrus tones. But recently, I decided I needed a change. Why? Just because. It was an… Continue reading Scent and authenticity
Wake up and notice lament outrage heralding a revolution. ~ FlorenceT This haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #210. This week's prompt words are woke and up. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with "how-to" if you are new to… Continue reading Revolution #Haiku 210
dawn and dusk, new moons ancient ways, lost discarded seasons change, we too. ~ FlorenceT This haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #209. This week's prompt words are old and days. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with "how-to"… Continue reading Changes #Haiku 209
Snake. I sense snake, singular. I anticipate finding it behind the curtains or the bed. For the record, I don’t have a snake phobia. Yet lately I have been expecting its presence, a premonition without the fear, anticipating being taken aback by its presence and then … nothing. It feels okay. Noticing this anticipation is… Continue reading Sensing snake
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 141 with prompt words - Breeze, Blow Age old breeze of time Sweeping debris, unceasing Change is ever, more. ~ FlorenceT In gratitude of the present. These are the days... ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see… Continue reading The Layers – a poem
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 103 with prompt words - Summer, Fun Summer heat depletes Seasons change, the same each year Fun eludes, no end. ~ FlorenceT © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
This is summer… Summer in Australia officially began on 1 December. With all that has happened and ‘life’ continuing to be busy, my conscious mind did not acknowledge the changing seasons. To be honest spring came and went in a flurry of activity and minimal appreciation. I speak of this with a little regret. That… Continue reading Summer reflection
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Our sense of self is defined at the point of and through our contact with another. We are changed at every moment we interact with our environment be they people, systems, nature… We are many selfs and we are one.
Change is inevitable in life, and I have written much about this here. Some of us react to change in a maladaptive manner that can be injurious to self, some respond with equanimity and acceptance, and many of us do a bit of both. We are after all human, and a little flawed :-). And… Continue reading A mindful journey
There is a bit of 'reconstruction' happening here. Why? Because I have migrated my other blog here - a blog set up 'to experiment with writing'... meaning in effect a place where I am prepared to make mistakes, to make a 'fool' of myself as I learn new things, to be 'silly' or to take… Continue reading A (somewhat) new journey
If we are 100% certain everything will remain as is then there is no need for positivity, or negativity for the matter. If 'things' are great now, then it's fait accompli. The same for the so-called 'bad stuff'. Realistically, there are few things that are truly 'bad stuff', rather perspectives. Experience is not what happens… Continue reading Positivity is change
I referred to intentions in my last post about change. Well my intentions are simple. I intend to pay greater attention to and be more aware of the changes happening in my life. To elaborate, to appreciate their essence and the implications they have for my life. This is not wishful intention, for I have… Continue reading Intentions
A new year, and there is much exhortation to discard the old, the ill-founded, the undesirable, the staid for a different path, a brighter future…change. If not the impetus of the new year, at some point this has or will inevitably happen - we long for, and many of us will stride forth to manufacture,… Continue reading It’s a process, not an event
Yes, I've been 'outed'. To be honest, Ronovan had my 'permission' to do so... nothing sinister there. Don't know what I mean? Go to RonovanWrites' article. Six months ago when I began blogging, I was adamant that in blogosphere, only my words need matter. I am still of that mind insofar as my writing is… Continue reading The Owl is no more…
'Hold on' is perhaps a mantra for the weary, who are ready to lay down and let whatever it is wash over them, when it seems there is nothing left inside to rally. This, I'd imagine, is a slow and painful death of the soul and spirit. And we have been there, have we not,… Continue reading Hold on
