of life in its many forms.
Someone asked what kept me going. And it took a while to explain the process to myself and to put labels to the actions and emotions which accompanied me. I used to have goals, clear and bold hovering ahead of me. Goals I was determined to attain. These goals loomed large, reminding me of their… Continue reading Is this right for now?
Is it hesitation or is it careful consideration? Is it “being nice” or is it “being fearful”? Is it doubt or merely kindness? Is it being in my power or is it being mean? There was a myriad of emotions which presented these last few weeks from these questions. And when the resolution arrived, it… Continue reading Pragmatic hope
Now that we are required to stay home, how are you feeling? How are you experiencing this global phenomenon? Remember when you couldn’t wait to get home from work? Are you now feeling “stuck at home”? Is it a little like when you felt “stuck at work” then? What makes you experience joy or suffering?… Continue reading How is your now?
What a fortnight this has been... while I have had the privilege of working from home for some time now, the intense preparation for the work-from-home measures at my workplace has left me tired, sombre and contemplative. As news of international travel bans, airlines implementing severe reduction in domestic flights, and borders closing were broadcast,… Continue reading The heart of the matter
Stories are everywhere, even on the clothes we wear. Cruising along the highway, for some inexplicable reason, I notice for the first time, these stories. The canvas shoes from a country far away. I shudder recalling the moments after their purchase and their significant impact on my psyche for months to come. The distrust of… Continue reading Story of the clothes
Days are flying by so it seems, and today I noticed my last post was 11 days ago. That's a long time between posts. I have been writing though, just not blogging. Sometimes the writing bug is satisfied elsewhere. And the privilege of choice did not escape my attention. Here, surrounded by books, writing tools… Continue reading Waking with gratitude
I am short in stature, petite as some would say politely. Compared to others around me, I have not had many opportunities in my life to look down at anything. Look at, yes. Look up, often :-). Over the years as my interest in photography increased, I learnt to look at things from different angles… Continue reading Composition of your life
What do you focus on? What do I focus on? We often hear “pay attention and you will see”. Or the common refrains - “be conscious” and “be mindful”. Yet sometimes, not paying attention isn’t such a bad thing. “Let it be” and “ignorance is bliss” as the sayings go. Exhortations, sayings, contradictions…which is true?… Continue reading How do you carry your life?
I walked the streets of Rome and Florence mostly alone, spent a bit of time with colleagues (eating is a communal experience), and did a couple of tours with groups of strangers. Oddly it was eating alone that was (relatively) most uncomfortable. Probably because I wanted to order a selection of foods and realized there… Continue reading Travelling on my own
I marveled at the opulence and grandeur of the place, the awe inspiring visage it presented … for the glory of God, as it is proclaimed. Oh, I am speaking of St Peter’s Cathedral which I visited recently in Rome. The direction to the Treasury of the cathedral took me into a dimly lit room,… Continue reading A little protest
Take the leap, I'll be here to catch you, but first... leap. ~ FlorenceT © 2019 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
Is it a good time to tell this story? I cried for you I was angry and I cried for you No, no longer crying What is anger after all but a disguise for The hurt of loving you, Yes, I hurt for you But I never had you, have I? You and I,… Continue reading I cried for you
Go to a quiet place, let the words rain on you, contemplate... Man down Let it be known: no man is entirely alone No man is a man all through. I’ve seen you. Shivering. Fleeting weakness. Cold rain scuffing its feet on the beaches. Young human. You. All feeling, flesh. Brine eyes. Man, but… Continue reading Man Down, a poem by Kate Tempest
Having read a post by a friend, I thought of the values I hope to have modeled and instilled through my parenting. How would they translate as "rules" if you like, to everyday living? This is for a bit of fun, as I know enough to know I know not enough to provide "rules" for… Continue reading Guide for living
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 181 with prompt words - Nightmare, Horror The final post for 2017, and to everyone who has come by my posts or visited MeaningsandMusings, May you find grace and compassion in what was May you hold beautiful memories of this year past; May you find hope and peace in becoming May you… Continue reading Acceptance #Haiku Challenge 181 @RonovanWrites
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 179 with prompt words - Flare, Steam Passion erupting Light showers, the earth rumbles Effervescent life. ~ FlorenceT And if you are wondering... 🙂 Flare = erupting Steam = effervescent © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
A review I did on LitWorldInterviews.com a while back of a book worth recommending … still.
I had read this book when it was first published in 2013. The second print was released in January 2014. It is a book to share, a book that will change your perspectives which is why I have chosen to review it for my first post in LitWorldInterviews.
Though trained in therapy, this review is written not from the perspective of a therapist but rather that of a reader who happens to be a therapist.
Title: The Examined Life: How We Lose and Find Ourselves
Author: Stephen Grosz
Publisher: Chatto & Windus (3 Jan 2013)
ISBN-10: 070118535X
ISBN-13: 978-0701185350
Website: http://www.stephengrosz.com/usa//
Pages: Hardback, 240 pages
Genre: Literary Non-Fiction – Psychology
What’s it about?
The Examined Life is a collection of essays based on Stephen Grosz’ case histories of his work as a psychoanalyst. In Grosz’ words, it is a book about ‘change and loss’.
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RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 176 with prompt words - Broken, Over I must have time on my hands, or that these two words resonate... so here's three haikus from me... and there's more! When the world's shattered, as thunder roars and storms rage, Renew, start over. Broken spirit howls Enough, it's over; let me rest this… Continue reading Brokenness #Haiku Challenge 176 @RonovanWrites
A song of "ceaseless yearning and never ending want". I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind, and yet I cannot arise; And naught I have, and all the world I seize upon. ~ Sir Thomas Wyatt the… Continue reading Ceaseless yearning…
Twelve days, and it’s probably one of the longest period of absence from my blog. And in this “quiet” period, I’ve been spending time doing the things I love and with the ones I love, all in service of a certain malaise that hit. Long moments of reflection and pondering, of re-establishing a solid ground… Continue reading Making peace
