Slow, fast, fickle time Impatience and excitement Waiting in progress. ~ FlorenceT This haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #213. This week's prompt words are time and movement. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with "how-to" if you are new … Continue reading Waiting #Haiku 213
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 187 with prompt words - shy, blush A day shy of spring, Blushes of beauty emerge, Journey's end begins. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
A meditation for the weekend... Enjoy! https://youtu.be/eCIHPdx1OAs
“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
It was masked in righteous indignation and criticism because they were easier to tap into. The holier-than-thou feeling of ‘how could people not see this’, and ‘how could they be so mean’… The suppositions that everyone ought to see or be, and when they don’t, their actions were intentionally hurtful… I noticed moments after they … Continue reading We touch lives…
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 148 with prompt words - Plain, Fast Plain to see, time flies swift, grey clouds blue skies collide to greet the future. ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 141 with prompt words - Breeze, Blow Age old breeze of time Sweeping debris, unceasing Change is ever, more. ~ FlorenceT In gratitude of the present. These are the days... ~ FlorenceT © 2017 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
It takes time for hurts to be forgiven, for a heart to heal. It takes time for a house to be a home, for a connection to be a commitment. I was always aware of time, keeping close watch on deadlines, setting time frames, being on time. This ‘trait’ of being punctual and fulfilling obligations … Continue reading And time marches on…
My contribution to Colleen's Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge, with her prompt words - Wind and Grace. Autumn leaves falling, wind aloft, being carried to a distant shore; As love awaits beyond time, to claim and be claimed, the same. ~ Florence T And a song along similar theme, for your enjoyment: … Continue reading #Tanka Challenge 6 @ColleenChesebro
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.
He tries looking beyond the crowd, to the source of the haunting voice. It has appeared from nowhere …and he just has to see. If only the throbbing would stop… His head is ready to explode… and the pressure behind his eyes… what a sweet song. Who is she? A feeling of dread … of … Continue reading Time lost
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #40 - New, Time I wrote this a couple of days ago while sitting in my car in traffic. Knowing, not knowing New sensation, can't resist Time for renewal. Finally have time to post it. As it so happens today is my birthday, another haiku came … Continue reading #Haiku Prompt Challenge 40 – New, Time
My guest post on @RonovanWrites
This month’s guest is Florence Thum of Meanings and Musings. Lawyer, Therapist, College Professor, Writer, Blogger, Mother, and more. And no, those are not in any particular order. A lady from Down Under with a lot to say and lot of ways to say it.
As I venture here as a guest still wondering what I could possibly offer on RonovanWrites, I am reminded ‘write what you love’. At the moment, what I love is TIME because I have so little of it. It is what I covet most.
Time cannot be bought, it is beyond my control. If I do nothing, if no one does anything, time will still pass in its own rhythm, in its own time.
Of course my perception of how time passes, the judgment I bring to its passing and to my being in it as it passes, is my own. That…
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If you can’t smell the fragrance Don’t come into the garden of Love. If you’re unwilling to undress Don’t enter into the stream of Truth. Stay where you are. Don’t come our way. - Rumi © 2014 Photography by FlorenceT
Looking at these hands: - the years of wiping tears as they fall - the years of holding, soothing the child to sleep - the years of caressing with deep pain within - the years of toiling with illusions of happiness Enough. No more. You are good enough, more than this. - FlorenceT … Continue reading Good enough
Institutions Structures Constructions of minds long ago. Strictures Boundaries Impediments, to minds since evolved. Creativity Passion Lover, of hearts can’t be bound, By Institutions Structures of ages past. - FlorenceT © 2014 Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
R U Ok? Today, 11 September, is "R U OK?" Day in Australia. It is a call for each of us to start a conversation in support of mental health, particularly to reduce the incidence of suicide. Connection and belonging are important factors to our mental health, in our being in the world. Conversations are … Continue reading R U Ok? Ask & Listen
A windy day, cloudy and cold. A busy day for me yet something calls to me…something beautiful in essence. The words in my mind long to be expressed… so I take time. To be honest, I am stealing time but then again, I can’t steal what is mine. Ah, this wandering mind… 🙂 Sitting here … Continue reading Stealing time…
Her life is written in the folds of her body, Her beauty manifests in the lines on her face; Her wisdom shines through the smile in her eyes; Her grace is felt in the comfort in her presence. - FlorenceT Who will say this of me when I reach a certain age? Are these of … Continue reading Ageless beauty
This poem by Derek Walcott holds a special place in my heart, for it arrived in my life when I needed it most. Synchronicity, perhaps? Anyway when I read it, tears streamed down my face. Tears of pain and anguish...then, I knew not why. I do know now. This poem of self-love and acceptance, of … Continue reading Accepting and loving your self