This poem by Korean poet, Jeong Hyeonjong <정현종> appears in his 2009 anthology, Island <섬>. A Visitor <방문객> To have a visitor is indeed a matter of gravity. For he brings with him his past present plus his future. Brings with him his whole life. Brings with him his heart vulnerable as can be as… Continue reading A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong
“In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi How does one bring to another's attention their unhelpful behaviours? I don’t mean “bad” behaviour. There is no judgment here from a position of authority or expertise. It is a deduction of possibilities, a perspective or insight which I hope to bring. What… Continue reading Just being helpful?
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
She gives up. Teri had tossed and turned for what seems like hours. She swings her legs off the side of the bed and makes her way to the kitchen. A cup of tea might soothe her. Their earlier conversation swirls in her mind. Of course, he is now sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the thoughts… Continue reading Doting upon… a micro-story
I have posted quite a few "things" about solitude, and wrote about what it is and why we need it. It was even in a poem. Here are Parker Palmer's definitions of Solitude and Community which are truly compelling. And I so agree. They are states of being, not doing. What do you think? Solitude does not necessarily mean… Continue reading Solitude – Community
Love is love is love, so it is said. Love is a feeling I hope we experience throughout our life for people who come into and out of our life, people who are forever tied to us through their presence or our memory of them, and places that leave indelible impressions in our life. Love… Continue reading Test of love
I set out to write about trust and ended up with a post on hope. That was a week ago. These thoughts crossed my mind as I attempted to begin. Do you need trust to hope? Can hope be sustained without trust? And this line of enquiry got me to the hope post. Hope is… Continue reading Trust kept knocking…
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 152 with prompt words - Color, Warmth Color of his eyes, Blue welcome of sensuousness, Warm feelings assail. ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
On such a day, I am compelled to write. But of what? I could write about the commercialism of this day known as Valentine’s Day love renewed because of the call of Valentine’s Day affection expressed when compelled by Valentine’s Day faith in another inspired by Valentine’s Day romanticism, cynic or believer, occasioned by Valentine’s… Continue reading Love relationships for Valentine’s Day
“You bring out the best in me”, many says when in love while many others quest for the ‘you’ that would bring out the best in them. Ever wonder how you would bring out the best in me, and vice versa? Psychotherapists speak of “the gaze”. The gaze of acceptance of your flaws, the gaze… Continue reading Love can bring out the best in you
“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person… Continue reading Selfish loving – Ayn Rand
I am a mother, and thus by popular narrative, I am 'daggy', 'old-fashioned' and not cool according to my children. They love me lots but I am 'old'. This naturally translates to the music I listen to, as being 'not trendy'. Lucky for me, they attempt to educate me on what 'good' music is, and as… Continue reading Stole the show
Hold onto my hands, dear I will not let you falter And should you need a rest Among the eucalypt trees Let us take in the scene Of beauty and breathe Hold onto my hands, dear You will never be alone There will be thoughts and wishes To keep you company Love and care to… Continue reading Hold… onto my hands
...essentially we are shaped by the love narratives that we read...
Checklists are dangerous. I cannot recall, and therefore I am disavowing, ever having a checklist for "the man of my dreams". "Tall, dark and handsome" wasn't a thing for my teenage self. Well, maybe tall... Neither was romantic, charming, suave, humorous or tough. I don't think I have a type, but I do wonder sometimes… Continue reading All My Life
Love is love, don't you think? Does it matter the occupation, the socio-economic background, the gender, the race, the culture, the nationality, the age, the abilities... We love because we do, and we are loved just because. Some have a tendency to overthink, to intellectualize what is deeply emotional. I wrote about labels we in… Continue reading Love is love
Just a man My knight does not wear armour He embraces vulnerability Like a warm cloak Sheltering, yet soft Welcoming with a hint of humour There is no armour which shines With brilliance of a jaded world Only of beauty within That none could dismiss That none would forget My knight does not… Continue reading Just a man…
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… Continue reading #BeWow Inspirations for a life
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Graham Greene said, A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back, or from which to look ahead. And so is the narrative of our life. The choice of that moment of experience will colour our future, and the memory of our past. Which moment… Continue reading The Journey…again