of life in its many forms.
Note to self: pay attention to the road. But the random thoughts... Driving along, and noticing council workers “trimming” flora that lined the side of the roads. “Trimming” in this instance was in fact a savage cutting down to create a straight short edge ensuring little or none impeded the thoroughfare of pedestrians and vehicles.… Continue reading Artificial interventions
I came across a tweet by the Human Rights Law Centre of its recent statement to the UN Human Rights Council regarding Australia's indefinite detention of refugee children on Nauru. Here is the link. My country isn't the only country perpetrating this, is it? This led to my haiku. Innocent children Humans without choice, not… Continue reading Sorrow #Haiku 207
Well, I didn’t see this coming. Not so soon anyway. Another change. Another transition. But just another day in life’s journey. I am both glad and sad… perhaps sad is too dramatic. It is certainly poignant. And not for the usual reasons. It is always a thrill to see him exceed my expectations; the determination… Continue reading Walking my talk
I often do things alone. I tell everyone who asked ‘why’ that I love my own company, and I do. I enjoy the freedom of ‘not minding’ and ‘not caring’ of another. I enjoy the opportunity for introspection and contemplation, as if I don’t do it enough. Why? These statements are simple enough, yet behind… Continue reading The Plight of Solitude
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 123 with prompt words - Breathe, New I breathe yet again Fresh scent of liberty, grace Spring blooms, brings new hope. ~ FlorenceT © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
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Listen and be inspired... if I can be a mother, a daughter, a friend, a lover...such as this...wow! I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn't just hold - that's ego. Love liberates. ... It doesn't bind. Love… Continue reading Love liberates.
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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RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #27 - Joy, Freedom Release me. Freedom, propelling me to great heights. Enchains me with joy. - FlorenceT © 2015 Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Perhaps it is the passing years but the import of the words to this song has become more poignant and sad. Sad because a song that was written in 1963 (by Bob Dylan), a protest song on peace, war and freedom, still holds true 50 years on. Is the answer so intangible, that it is… Continue reading Will we ever be free?
I am compelled to provide you with the English translation of this beautiful song, Nella Fantasia, which I had attached to my post 'Love and Beauty'. It is sung by Sarah Brightman to the contemporary classical piece "Gabriel's Oboe" by Ennio Morricone. Perhaps it may counter-act the tone of my previous post, 'My sisters in… Continue reading In my fantasy
Tortured Soul In that moment of clarity I see the grace of God In that moment of love I see the Universe conspires To bring light and hope To a tortured soul. A soul longing to be free A brilliant mind wanting to take flight A man calling out for salvation And as he traverse… Continue reading Tortured soul
Grief is an overwhelming emotional response to loss, which can be expressed as anger, sorrow, anguish, despondency, mortification… to name a few. At times, it is recognizable. Yet there are many instances when ‘it’ does not resemble anything we have been led to understand – the gaiety, the risk-taking, the impassivity perhaps. Recognizable or not,… Continue reading Response to loss
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