Tag: self

Imperfections

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 →

It’s a mystery

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.

We did not lose ourselves because in each moment we were creating ourselves. Decades of lifeā€¦ 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. →

A foggy day…

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 whatā€™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… →

Artificial interventions

Note to self: pay attention to the road. But the random thoughts... Driving along, and noticing council workers ā€œtrimmingā€ flora that lined the side of the roads. ā€œTrimmingā€ 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 →

Back on the wagon

Meditation, mindfulness and a good therapistā€¦ that should set me straight for the rest of my life šŸ˜€ 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 ā€œpushā€ for us to realise … Continue reading Back on the wagon →

A woman, loss and politics

What does it mean to be ‘”woman”?
A thought that crossed my mind, again. Today. Whatever that means… šŸ™‚

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

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 donā€™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 aā€¦

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Feeling mellow

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 →

Hiding away

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 →

The Crone and I

ā€œAll futures are tinted by the way in which you choose to view them.ā€ Cat Hellisen 'Mother, Crone, Maiden'   What image pops into your head when you hear the word ā€˜croneā€™? What characteristics do you associate with this female archetype? Does she remind you of the 3 witches in ā€˜Macbethā€™, ā€˜fire burn and cauldron … Continue reading The Crone and I →

I exist…

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… →

Intellectual, maybe not

I grew up in a family of ā€œintellectualsā€ and in a society which prized the intellect and intellectual pursuits. By ā€œintellectualsā€ I do not mean a class of people by their profession, I guess academics come to mind, but rather of their behaviour ā€“ the constant asking ā€˜whyā€™, the emphasis on logic or rational discourse, … Continue reading Intellectual, maybe not →

It is not what it seemsā€¦ maybe

I wrote an email, somewhat scathing in tone, a few days ago. Entirely justified at the time, I thought. I felt I was being unduly taken advantage of, that the prospective recipient of the email was intentionally obstructive and perhaps malicious, at best unthinking and uncaring. Well, I had to defend myself, donā€™t I? I … Continue reading It is not what it seemsā€¦ maybe →

Introductions

How do we see ourselves? How do we introduce ourselves, as we stretch out our hands to greet another? Do we acknowledge and embrace our whole selves in all spaces? Or do we censor who we are in some?Ā  What is your self-identity? So here's a little... um, challenge from me. If only to ponder … Continue reading Introductions →

You are more marvellous…

My thoughts on a Friday eveningā€¦ ā€¦ so that one day you realized that what you wanted had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place you had lived in before you began, and that every step along the way, you had carried the heart and the mind and the promise that first set … Continue reading You are more marvellous… →