of life in its many forms.
Sensuousness… what’s your take on it? A rainy day in the mountains, in (what feels like) the depth of winter. As I finish the weekly errands, I long for a warm room, a seat by the window looking out into the grey sky and shadows of the nature around , a steaming cup of coffee… Continue reading Sensuousness…daily.
It is not a burden for one who sees much; It is the gift of being connected. ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Saturday morning, and I had some minutes to myself. In I went to the local café for my second shot of caffeine that morning. As usual, the place was packed. All the tables were occupied, with customers queuing to order and more standing around waiting. Some were ‘reading’ their phones, some were people-watching (guess what… Continue reading Meaning of coffee
I went to a place To learn a craft To satisfy a curiosity To test a felt sense To seek my tribe I do not know If these goals I met But for a brief moment A belonging To the words spoken To a shared love To the brilliance of light Cast over the shadows… Continue reading Moments of a life lived
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
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,… Continue reading Running with the wolves #BeWow
I do not know where to begin this post about connection, the topic for #1000Speak for Compassion this month and #BeWow. Ideas swirling through my mind - words and phrases – so here goes. I will begin with the essence of connection which we find so appealing, supportive, enriching, rewarding… this ‘thing’ we call intimacy.… Continue reading Connect, get intimate.
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
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…
“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?
R U Ok? Today, 11 September, is "R U OK?" Day in Australia. It is a call for each of us to start a conversation in support of mental health, particularly to reduce the incidence of suicide. Connection and belonging are important factors to our mental health, in our being in the world. Conversations are… Continue reading R U Ok? Ask & Listen
All of us desire and long to know we are connected to someone or something meaningful and valuable to us, no matter what gender we are. One of those connections may be with our beloved. And within this connection, there is the feeling of "I would like someone to take care of me" - at… Continue reading Catch me when I fall
