of life in its many forms.
Sydney was put into COVID19 lock down again, fortunately for 2 weeks only...for now. When it was announced, relief swept through me and it felt like a holiday had been declared. And I wonder why. After all, I work mostly from home and a lock down have relatively little impact on me. Yes, I do… Continue reading Expectations
Away from the noise of society, to feel free and unburdened... at different points in our life, this is a welcoming notion. The longing to hear our own voice loud and clear, to do our own thing unbounded; ultimately to be our own self without the expectations from others and the obligations to be this… Continue reading Being elsewhere
Beautiful words to ponder... A place in the heart The One Who is at Play Everywhere said: There is a place in the heart where everything meets. Go there if you want to find me. Mind, senses, soul, eternity, all are there. Are you there? Enter the welcoming vastness of the heart. Give yourself… Continue reading A place in the heart
“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?
Letting go of the need for attention, appreciation and approval. Freedom. The key word is “need”. Everyone enjoys attention, appreciation and approval. I know I do. But it is not for them that I do what I do. I hope it is not because of them that I am who I am. Within me is… Continue reading Let go…?
For the ones who neglect themselves, who prioritize others' wellbeing, remember. It is not a selfish act to work on your own selves. In and through your growth, you embody and model, inspire and en-courage others to their better selves. You are better able to be in relationships that serve and nurture. Food for thought… Continue reading Imperfections
Silence is mystery. That which you can name or label, that which you can interpret or express, that which you can analyse or explain, they are not silent. Silence for me dwells in the indescribable, that which I have no desire and no ability to explain in words but only to experience. You will know… Continue reading It’s a mystery
We did not lose ourselves because in each moment we were creating ourselves. Decades of life… every moment, every decision a reflection of that moment. With hindsight, we seek to tell of a past with reference to the past previous to that. We held a vision of ourselves in a previous past, and so that… Continue reading We did not lose ourselves.
The mysterious mountains this afternoon was engulfed in fog. As I drove through the fog, the view barely visible 5 meters beyond, the mystery of what’s within the purple grey hues teased my imagination. Looking out the windscreen, I saw the outline of trees hidden in the breaths of this ancient magnificent land. In that… Continue reading A foggy day…
"Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they… Continue reading The truths
Note to self: pay attention to the road. But the random thoughts... Driving along, and noticing council workers “trimming” flora that lined the side of the roads. “Trimming” in this instance was in fact a savage cutting down to create a straight short edge ensuring little or none impeded the thoroughfare of pedestrians and vehicles.… Continue reading Artificial interventions
Meditation, mindfulness and a good therapist… that should set me straight for the rest of my life 😀 Seriously though, everyone needs a sounding board, someone who would listen without judgment and one whom we trust would do so, someone who knows us and gives us space and the occasional “push” for us to realise… Continue reading Back on the wagon
What does it mean to be ‘”woman”?
A thought that crossed my mind, again. Today. Whatever that means… 🙂
I cannot escape this sense of loss, this great sorrow.
I am woman, and that alone is enough to speak to the many ways in which I am deeply disappointed by the outcome of the US election. I realised the energy, the hope I had invested to see a woman make it in what is purportedly the greatest country in the world.
I am not referring to party politics. I don’t want to speak of claims of fraud or lies, and misogynistic or corrupt behaviour. I am not calling it. My experience is not American, I am not one.
But I know the politics that is played out in my life, whether I have chosen to welcome it or intentionally invited it or have it imposed upon me. And the outcome of the election epitomised it.
So I will speak about being woman. What does it take for a…
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After a "busy" time, today I had time to chill. I have written "busy", not busy, because most associate busy with frenetic activities and stress of the harmful kind, usually delivered with a roll of the eyes and perhaps a sigh. Well, not so in my case. My "busy" days in the past 4 weeks… Continue reading Feeling mellow
I hide. When I want to. When I need to. For different reasons. And I believe everyone does, to varying degrees, duration and frequency. In those moments when we just need to get away, to get some "peace and quiet", to stop listening to the woes of the world, when compassion-fatigue hits, in order to… Continue reading Hiding away
“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
One must not only exist, one must be alive; live life to the fullest... And so they say. The narrative of striving and being more is around us, yet interpreted at times as an accumulation of status, power and material wealth. Am I existing if I have the love of friends and family? Am I… Continue reading I exist…
Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic self. We must learn to respect them. We must learn to listen. – Sarah Ban Breathnach © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I grew up in a family of “intellectuals” and in a society which prized the intellect and intellectual pursuits. By “intellectuals” I do not mean a class of people by their profession, I guess academics come to mind, but rather of their behaviour – the constant asking ‘why’, the emphasis on logic or rational discourse,… Continue reading Intellectual, maybe not
MEANINGS AND MUSINGS 