Living life, Reflection, Spirit & Soul

Ease into a stretch

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

Being alive, Passion, Poetry

Bound

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

Haiku, Living life, Poetry

#Haiku Challenge 113 @RonovanWrites

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.  

Beauty, Living life

Flirtation with surrender

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

Living life, Spirit & Soul, The Self

The process of surrender, or not…

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…

Spirit & Soul, The Self

Cherish your dreams and hopes…

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…