Beauty, Being alive, Haiku, Poetry

Frolic #Haiku 298

Come play in the sun, Creatures frolic, at last seen, Humans are at bay ~ FlorenceT The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #298. This week's prompt words are play and bay. Asp made me think of venom, while surge is a synonym for jump. Too tenuous the relationships? 🙂 If you are interested… Continue reading Frolic #Haiku 298

Being Woman, Reflection, Spirit & Soul, The Self

The Crone and I

“All futures are tinted by the way in which you choose to view them.” Cat Hellisen 'Mother, Crone, Maiden'   What image pops into your head when you hear the word ‘crone’? What characteristics do you associate with this female archetype? Does she remind you of the 3 witches in ‘Macbeth’, ‘fire burn and cauldron… Continue reading The Crone and I

In relationship, Living life, Reflection, Spirit & Soul

Apocalyptic movie or documentary?

The promise of a movie night, with a simple dinner and a little sugar-filled treat we had bought for later. All seemed in place. She picked an apocalyptic movie – humanity’s only survivors from a climate disaster on a train to nowhere under the control of the greedy in power. Twenty minutes in and I’d… Continue reading Apocalyptic movie or documentary?

In relationship, Spirit & Soul

Who is the beloved?

I  come here, as I often do, to fill my senses and to absorb the peace that characterizes this little nook.  There is always something to appreciate, and I use this word as it is defined, "to recognize the full worth of", here. I sit on the one weather-worn bench and just be - the… Continue reading Who is the beloved?


Winter – a renga

 A beautiful young man wrote this and with his permission, I am posting it here.     Autumn is over A cold winter voice speaks soft Seeds lie sleeping low. In the morning chill Snow starts slowly falling down On the winter ground. Tangled in the snow Autumn flowers lie dying Like discarded dreams. As… Continue reading Winter – a renga


Grief – a necessary elixir

"There are those, however, that are not frightened of grief: dropping deep into the sorrow, they find therein a necessary elixir to the numbness.When they encounter one another, when they press their foreheads against the bark of a centuries-old tree...their eyes well with tears that fall easily to the ground. The soil needs this water.  … Continue reading Grief – a necessary elixir

Living life, The Self

Living and loving as an introvert

An introvert.. insights through the words of dorkymum. We need our space and our solitude, get it?! 🙂

Dorkymum | Stories from Tasmania

good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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