A different love letter…


A letter of love which is somewhat different from the love letters (or emails or texts) that are being written now.  This letter is from 17th century Japan. 

Listen to the language of destiny, where ’till death do us part’ had greater significance, and the voice of dedication, and in particular, gratitude in love.

letter lady shigenari

This letter was extracted from ‘Letters of Note: Correspondence deserving of a wider audience‘, compiled by Shaun Usher. I did a book review on LitWorldInterviews about this book, if you are interested.

Wishing you Love,
– FlorenceT


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The Guest House


The Guest House by Rumi

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

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My little star – Hugh’s Charity Christmas Tree Topper Challenge.


Things will be different this Christmas, and my intention is to not judge how it unfolds nor what it will be.

Yet much will be the same, like this star on our tree.


We took turns placing the star on our Christmas tree each year.  My little star, who is no longer little, is finally tall enough to do this without assistance. And I am officially the shortest in our family, for that I have to ‘thank’ my genes! 🙂

This Christmas is a time to reflect on the year past and to be grateful for the ease of transitions, for the lessons in strength and courage, for the acceptance of pain and hurt, for the discovery of gifts, for the wonder of emerging talents, for persisting wellbeing. Most importantly, gratitude for grace in being.

What will remain as they have always been, unchanging this Christmas, is the spirit of family, of togetherness and the bonds of love, sometimes unspoken but always felt.

This post is an entry to Hugh’s charity Christmas tree topper photo challenge on Hugh’s Views and News. This year Hugh has elected to give to the Dog’s Trust – a worthy cause indeed. So if you wish to participate and cheer Hugh on, click on the link above for information.

– FlorenceT


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#BeWow Inspirations for a life



Of all the people who have entered my life,
They have been inspirational
They who shall remain nameless;
But you know who you are
You who have stood beside me
And inspired me by the way you live.

You who showed me perseverance in the face of adversities, never losing your humanity.
You who showed me kindness and affection despite accusations of ‘weakness’, never faltering still loving.
You who showed me strength and independence sometimes losing your way, yet kept moving forward.
You with your vivacity and confidence reminded me who I was once.
You with your calm and thoughtfulness granted me an understanding of the other.
You who showed me how to ‘live and let live‘ when I needed it most.
You who showed me a vision of grace and femininity, inviting me to explore my own.
You who showed me true strength and courage despite the ravages of life, always standing tall.
You who showed me one is only ever limited by the failure to imagine.
You who showed me the vagaries of the mind unless we feel, unless we are solitude personified.

I am blessed for your presence in my life’s moments
For the lessons I have learnt
For the inspiration and encouragement I have felt
That I am still learning, feeling
No matter where we journey, together or apart
I thank you.

In gratitude,
– FlorenceT

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Stay wonderful, every one of you



I have been through a couple of stressful weeks. And as they wind down and with this opportunity to sit back and reflect, I realise there are many things for which I am grateful. Two are specific to this tiny part of blogosphere I occupy.

Firstly, I am humbled by the trust and faith you have in me by contributing, either financially or through promoting, the campaign set up for Ronovan. We live in a world where online scams do exist. It is easy and for some, a default setting, to be cynical and doubting. This is not a judgment, in fact negative thoughts have crossed my mind when I get approached for fundraising or petitions. Yet you have contributed and shared my posts about the campaign everywhere, in effect personally endorsing what I was doing. Your belief in the campaign warms my heart. Yes, I do know Ronovan has a huge amount of goodwill. 🙂 It is fantastic to see the support of friends. Thank you once again. The campaign has ended and I hope Ronovan receives the funds as soon as possible, though Indiegogo Life did say 15 business days!

The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him.
Henry Stimson

Secondly, though I was not there, the articles about the Bloggers Bash indicate to me the genuine-ness of the bloggers in this community. It’s not exactly a revelation though the articles certainly bring a sense of connection and belonging even for one like me, so very far away… but yet so near ;-). As Ali (of aliisaacstoryteller.com) said, “Bloggers are shy”, “What you see is what you get” and “Bloggers have something to say”. Honestly, this feels like home – bloggers and writers give pieces of themselves in their writing. So in some ways, we know each other, or at least a part of each other’s soul. 🙂

Crafts make us feel rooted, give us a sense of belonging and connect us with our history. Our ancestors used to create these crafts out of necessity, and now we do them for fun, to make money and to express ourselves.
Phyllis George

Stay wonderful. Trust the journey!

– FlorenceT

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Let love be free!


Love happens.  Let it, accept it, revel in it… no matter where it may lead.  Who knows where it may lead… Be glad.

And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful”.
When you first wake up, “you are beautiful”.
When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful”.
When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful”.
When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful”.
When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful”.
Love still thinks you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.

When love arrives, say “thank you”, “make yourself comfortable”,
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet,
Whisper “thank you for stopping by”.


I truly enjoy Sarah Kay’s work – written poetry, spoken word.  Hope you do too! 🙂

In Love’s true essence,
– FlorenceT


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Stealing time…


A windy day, cloudy and cold. A busy day for me yet something calls to me…something beautiful in essence. The words in my mind long to be expressed… so I take time. To be honest, I am stealing time but then again, I can’t steal what is mine. Ah, this wandering mind… 🙂

Sitting here in the café, watching dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees, listening to the sound of cars passing by, I can finally take a deep breath and write… the words of appreciation, the words of gratitude… for this world of mine. Despite the ugliness which I am certain exists if I turn my attention to it, but not today. My spirit, my soul need respite.

And this song speaks to me in this moment, a song by a soulful musician no longer with us but his unique sound will.

Sit back, close your eyes, and enjoy!



With much appreciation and gratitude,
– FlorenceT

I am rich




Driving home after a long day at work, longing to put my feet up and taking sips of my green tea, I was on the brink of a ‘woe is me’ moment – I was so tired – when it dawned on me that I am rich.

I am rich for I have the love of a good man, the trust of children, the nurture and care of parents, the respect of my peers and colleagues, the support of friends.  I am rich for the love I have to give.  I am rich for I do want for material comforts.

I am rich for my  lived experiences – pain so I might learn to endure and be strong, disappointments so I might learn to trust and hope, suffering so I might learn empathy, loss so I learn to cherish.  So it was that I become who I am today.

When the experience of life becomes overwhelming, as it invariably will some time, I take stock.  Sage advice often told.  But it is not as easy as it seem.  To take stock, we will need to let go of our attachment to expectations, to the tyranny of ‘shoulds’, to stories told of our lives, and to positions we have taken and conclusions we have drawn of our selves.

Instead,we will have to embrace what living is – that unexpected things happen, that adversities have lessons to teach (and only for those open to learning), and that things will appear better.  After all, as Anais Nin said,

We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Life will not stop surprising us.  So perhaps all we can do is to accept it as a learning and growth opportunity. 

And thus I am rich!