Many many years ago, I came upon a book which spoke of surrendering. This piqued my interest because it was not the ethos of my life. One confronts and overcomes. One takes charge and directs. One chooses to persevere and wins. One does not surrender nor allow oneself to be overpowered. This remains the way… Continue reading Open palms up
A desk job means tired achy neck, shoulder and back muscles by the end of the week, or day depending on the day had. For me, yoga stretches are great to alleviate the tension. No, I am not about to give a class on yoga 🙂 As I begin my stretch, there is inevitably a… Continue reading Ease into a stretch
Bound To this place Forever, I’ll be Destined Never to leave. Bound I surrender To you, wholly To sensations New, exhilarating. For as long As you are here Freely, I submit To silken bonds Sweet pain. -FlorenceT © 2014 Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work. Image courtesy of… Continue reading Bound
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 113 with prompt words - Beach, Time Heat reflecting off quartz edged and facet, mirage Time drifts as it will. ~ FlorenceT Image of Phillip Island, Australia, courtesy of A Matter of Taste. © 2016 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I have been making my way through this tome for some time and whenever my mood takes me, I'll open "The Essential Rumi" to a page where my spirit lands, and there I read. A very good friend gave me this book of poem, which I'd wanted for a very long time. This translation of… Continue reading Flirtation with surrender
I have been feeling a little unbalanced (as in off-centre, not crazy 🙂 ) the last few days. The feeling that all is right and fine... but not. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Then an email turned up which led to a youtube audio clip... and voila! I have been hung… Continue reading The process of surrender, or not…
The rain beats down incessantly. The sky without a hint of blue, grey clouds hovering. The damp in the air sends chills through me, the cold unceasing. Perhaps there is something to be said for synchronicity. So on a day of tears and gloom, I sit down to write about nurturing, seeking to add my… Continue reading Cherish your dreams and hopes…