Renewal and inspired, by whom?


I crept into the back of the Hall as the speaker began. I had made sure I would be a little late so everyone was seated and facing the stage at the front. I didn’t want her to see me, not quite sure what that reception was to be – pleasure, anger, embarrassment…

This was not my usual type of occasion, as if I had a type. A little ill at ease possibly from the nature of the proceedings and the fact she was unaware of my presence (and wanted to keep it so), I scanned the audience hoping to catch a glimpse of her. No such luck. It was not easy to spot her amidst the hundreds in attendance.

After a couple of minutes, I noticed myself settling into my seat; a certain calmness overtook me. There was hardly any talking, instead music flowed through the hall. There was a sense of solemnity and also relief of what was to come. The restlessness I expected was absent. For what seemed a long time, I allowed myself to be transported to times of old, when this gathering was familiar and comforting. To be drawn to the sounds and sights, to nostalgia. What had happened in the intervening years? Do I no longer trust or believe? Was it easier not to? Dare I again?

Then I saw her rise and walked to the stage. Instinctively I slunk lower into my seat. The last thing I wanted was to distract her should she see me then, especially when she would not have time to digest the fact of my presence. Looking composed contrary to what I knew she must be feeling, she began. A silence filled the room as every person seemed to focus on her, mesmerised by the timbre in her voice and the magical way she appeared to have commanded our attention. I saw people craning their neck to catch a glimpse of the owner of the soulful voice.

She was the closing vocal performance at the Easter Chapel Service. At a tender age, she had stepped up and held her ground. Fearless and unabashed.

And I was brought back to times when I had been in her shoes, and am inspired.

Life is ever changing, always full of interesting challenges. I see them and, like her, I will be fearless and unabashed in claiming my ground.


what is belief
when the world does not
must we see
must we touch
is there proof
do we feel
the spirit moving
the senses alight
of love, peace and grace
is that proof
of man’s science
or of faith
in the divine.


For those who celebrate Easter, I wish you a time of rebirth and renewal. Happy Easter!

~ FlorenceT


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The keys to patience are acceptance and faith. Accept things as they are, and look realistically at the world around you. Have faith in yourself and in the direction you have chosen.  Ralph Marston


I know I haven’t said much, if fact anything at all, about you, here. Yet you have been with me for many years; your inception brought on such excitement and some trepidation, a meeting of interest and desire.

I am not certain why it was that you have not been mentioned. Was I fearful? Was I doubtful? Perhaps you were such a part of my life, I ceased to notice.

I chose you after many years of fantasizing, pondering, considering and evaluating. I chose you knowing you are what I wanted and what it meant to love you. I chose you because you make me a better person, more aware … authentic. I chose you to be with me for the rest of my journey.

True that I have been patient, biding my time while I increase my knowledge and hone my skills. It is accurate to say that you and I have been percolating as I wait for the sweet aroma to permeate my life. And your scent gradually filled my life so you became the air that I breathe. You are a permanence, a home.

It is time to step into our space. It is time to acknowledge your presence. It is time to seize the opportunities you bring. It is time to be at ease and at one with you.

It is time to embrace you and me.


~ FlorenceT


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Haiku Challenge 55 @RonovanWrites


RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 55 with prompt words – Five, Thrive


Five senses compel
A life lived well, no regret
Will thrive tho’ in pain.

– FlorenceT

The painting above is by Peitro Paolini, titled “Allegory of the Five Senses’.

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Promise me…dance




Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
DANCE.”                       ~ Mark Sanders/Tia Sillers


This is the third and final post for the Three Day Quote Challenge which I was nominated to participate by Greg of Potholes in the Road of Life. Here are the first and second posts.

There are many quotes that I love and I go to them at different moments in life.  The above is one that is ‘a mantra’ to me in this moment.

Have faith. Faith can mean different things to different people. Faith in a higher being, faith that the Universe will provide, faith in ourselves, in our humanity… their permutations and the choice is endless. Yet I know this – there is a need to believe, to believe our lives have purpose, that our lives have meaning. So believe, have faith… give it a fighting chance.

Choose to dance. Make the choice to participate in life; not just an observer, a commentator, or a critic of our or others’ lives. We are unique, there is no one way to participate, so long as we do. 

Participate in life, dance – to rejoice in the everyday things, to find joy in the hard times, to find passion, to accept love when it arrives.  Do not give up. The journey may be long but rewarding if we approach it with open curiosity and the spirit of adventure. Don’t sit it out.

And so there you have it – a promise I made to myself.

This quote is part of lyrics to the song ‘I Hope You Dance’, recorded for Lee Ann Womack in 2001 and subsequently covered by many artistes.

I hope you dance!

– FlorenceT

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Follow the stream



Hawkesbury River 1881

Follow the stream, have faith in its course. It will go its own way, meandering here, trickling there.  It will find the grooves, the cracks, the crevices. 

Just follow it.  Never let it out of your sight. It will take you.

– Sheng-Yen

Image: Hawkesbury River by William Piguenit (1881)

When facts don’t exist


It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.    Hilary Mantel


mystery space

This empty space, the unknown, the silence… where our brain has been trained to search for proof, evidence, facts and found none.  Where do we go then?  Is it an opportunity as Hilary Mantel suggested, to pour our fears, fantasies and/or desires into the gap?

Do we question this alien space, fearing the worst thus preparing for the worst by shoring up our defenses, putting on our armour, readying for battle?  Do we dread the nothingness and proceed to fill it with our fantasies, taking ill-informed risks, imagining a place of unknown thrills, dangers, pleasures, or mere difference to what is known?   Do we relish this place without facts and taking advantage of its lack of boundaries, pursue desires that would in ‘normal’ circumstances be censured, to say the things that would be judged unconventional or even rude?

Where is this gap Mantel refers to?  It is in our minds when we fail to grasp certainty or reasoned ‘truths’; it is in our daily life when things happen that don’t make sense, that don’t accord with our plans; it is in our spirit when we continue to seek elusive ‘truths’ without faith in our unfolding lives.

And what do we do when facts don’t exist? What can we do? Is faith enough to see us through?  I believe so.  Sometimes it is enough to just allow life to unfold, to attend to its messages, to manage only that which is within our control; it is enough to listen to and follow our instincts, to be patient and wait.

How do you respond when you are in the gap?

Wishing you faith,
– FlorenceT