A “nothing” massage?

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It hit me laying there still thinking (as the idea for this post popped into my head 🙂 ) about whether I should tell her to go hard. This session was meant to help and serve a purpose. And therefore she should ‘dig in’ to get rid of the knots that have formed.

Odd, but that’s how I and many of us approach our day to day life. To confront, to overcome, to get rid of, to manage… and the corollary, if we are not there yet, we had best work on getting to this ‘ability’ to confront, to overcome…

Really?

I have had strong massages, and they do serve a purpose – after a painful session and a couple of recovery days, I was finally able to feel my body and notice the knots had “miraculously” dissipated. The freedom is glorious.

There were also gentle massages for me, sometimes with the aromas of choice and, always focused on the healing touch of hands gliding. In that moment, to acknowledge the work we do often and to enjoy time for self, of not-doing…

And these are the times for deep breaths and non-thinking, of allowing things to unfold and appreciating them as they happen.

Even as the idea for this post popped into my head, I knew the session was for this. The decision was an easy one, to relegate my thinking mind elsewhere. Honestly, I didn’t care where it went at the time. Feeling myself drift in and out of consciousness, to be refreshed…

This is enough. There is freedom in this too.

 

Enough

Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
We have refused again and again
Until now.
Until now.

by David Whyte

~ FlorenceT

 

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Love’s healing

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kiss comfort

I shall gather you
Into the arms
Of love’s embrace

Let me ease the pain
Besieging you
With love’s pure heat

In anguish, you shall
Experience, grasp
A moment’s delight

In joyous respite
Remember, know
Love’s healing power.

– FlorenceT

 

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Sometimes…

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Forlorn desolate

Sometimes
We fail to pay attention
Fail to perceive the changes
Fail to see the ones we love
 

Sometimes
We fail to rein in
The thoughts in our heads
The images in our mind
 

Sometimes
We fail to recognize
The life we have missed
The ones we love and lost
 

It is then we notice
What we have left
The remnant of a life
Too late to regain.
 

-FlorenceT

 

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Intentions

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A poem that I wrote for Brett’s Future Dream Gallery…

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

When I saw Brett’s Dream Gallery, I couldn’t resist contributing… so this is the poem ‘Intentions‘.

I close my eyes, my body sleeps and my mind drifts away….to a faraway land

Where we see perfection on our bodies, beauty in each living creature, pleasure in every gesture…

Continue reading poem

While you’re in Brett’s Future, have a wander and experience Brett’s mind… 🙂

– FlorenceT

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This is home

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A guest poem – ‘This is Home’ – on Eye Will Not Cry. Enjoy!

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

Eyewillnotcry1973’s invitation was a surprise, and humbling and daunting, given how well he writes. 

Well I try, and here is the result…

This is home

Unsure of her reception
Despite an invitation
She steps across the threshold
Into her fantasy
And she waits.

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Thanks again Eyewillnotcry1973 for your invitation, and a fitting image for the poem…?  🙂

It has been fun.  And to quote Eyewillnotcry1973 “your interpretation of my words, is of course yours“.

And those who do not know Eyewillnotcry1973 and his words, visit Eye Will Not Cryand you’ll be mesmerized.

Enjoy!

– FlorenceT

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Tortured soul

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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 this long road
Will all be put to right
At his journey’s end.

– FlorenceT