She was being served at the checkout by a young woman in her early 20s. Her greasy hair matted to her head, her clothes had seen better days. Her child-like voice did not match her middle-aged appearance, and could be heard in the quiet store despite her obvious attempt to whisper. Three people stood in… Continue reading Spark of gladness
I was lucky there was no physical injury, merely a loss of property. A bruise to my ego to be scammed; it is some consolation by the fact that I was being kind and helpful. It was the loss of personal items and conveniences that bothered me more than the loss of cash and credit… Continue reading Kindness of others
How can we be so blind This refusal to see Desensitized sight to the pain of others, This human failure of naming features, effects We cease experiencing, No longer feeling, the sensations at surface, We are no longer human. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal… Continue reading Human failings
I love to travel. For a little while I get to leave my responsibilities behind, at least the mental and physical responsibilities of home-making, making a buck, teenager-care, etc. I seem to have more choice when I travel – when I wake or sleep, what I eat and drink, who I talk to, how I… Continue reading So I travel… to be home.
lacking gold and praise fool to regret, if with all you have not your soul? ~ FlorenceT This haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #214. This week's prompt words are lack and fool. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with… Continue reading Soulless #Haiku 214
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
As I watch him interacting with family and friends, and speaking of his daily living away from his childhood home, one thing is true - the hero’s journey we are on is the one we are ready for so as to manifest our character. Each one of us begins the hero’s journey. We begin as… Continue reading Manifest your character
How often have you stopped yourself from saying or doing something because you don’t want to seem like a fool or just plain “bad”? I have. And how often have we made a call that someone is “dumb” or “mean”? And then later hesitate before we speak or act to avoid being referred to as… Continue reading Our darkness in light
The sub-title “A Brief History of Tomorrow” caught my attention, and as my daughter said, “of course! You are a nerd”. 🙂
What’s it about?
What is the meaning of life?
What is the purpose of life?
What compels human evolution?
What motivates human society?
What is the future of humankind?
Yuval Noah Harari attempts to answer these questions and provides, as indicated in the sub-title, a possible future based on human history. It is a book about an apocalyptic future in which technology plays a major role.
Harari is a history professor at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem…
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"No matter...we love and we seek to find meaning for those transitory moments."
“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What… Continue reading The politics of water
Thanksgiving... giving thanks... for what do we give thanks? Today? At this time? In a time when every change, great or small, is tracked, accentuated, dissected, analysed, discussed... its volume so loud that we lose sight of its actual significance, we lose the measure of their relative importance. Everything is the same, and nothing is… Continue reading Contemplation on Thanksgiving
Background image 'Tree Painting' by Azlan Dulikab © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous. ~ Thomas Merton © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The… Continue reading What can we gain…
I am a human being. Nothing human can be alien to me. ~ Terence circa 170BC I stumbled upon this. My takeaway is... okay, here's an aside. 'Takeaway' refers to 'lesson learnt' or 'light-bulb moment' - a term which is rather common in therapeutic circles in Sydney. So my takeaway from this video is… Continue reading Life lesson: I am a human being
Such heart-felt words from Tabitha Lord Jorgensen…
I want to introduce you to Tabitha Lord, who cordially accepted my invitation to write a guest post while I am away on vacation.
Hi, I’m Tabitha.
I took a leap of faith and recently became a full-time writer. As I navigate this creative, exciting, and sometimes-exasperating world, I’d love to share my journey with you. I’m also married, have four great kids, and still teach a little, so I promise writing on various and sundry other topics. Let’s have a conversation about books, blog posts, kids or anything else you want to talk about. Life’s an adventure and I’d rather not travel alone!
I currently live in Rhode Island, a few towns away from where I grew up. In addition to my husband and four kids, I also have a spoiled, fluffy Ragdoll cat named Milo.
My degree is in Classics from College of the Holy Cross and I…
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And this Love we speak of, comes from a place where the egoic 'I' does not exist. This Love is encompassing, it radiates from a place of purity, selflessness and non-attachment.
I am Australian, and no matter how much I tried to avoid the sensationalism of the news of 'the siege' yesterday, well it hit me. Disbelief at first, then the sensation which I have since identified as anxiety. 1. The fearful realisation that the city I live in, part of my world, is not immune… Continue reading My world is set to right despite…
I am thankful for my world. At the same time, I am aware and constantly reminded of others' worlds so unlike mine. For them chaos and violence, loss abounds. This is my hope. One day I'll see Men of all colours Sharing words of love and devotion. ... I believe in the people Of all… Continue reading I believe… one day…
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