Post-truth, a word



Word of the year
as Oxford Dictionaries pronounces,
Era of emotions and subjective beliefs
Death knell to objectivity and facts,
Sensationalism, you say?
Or time for the personal to triumph?
Emotions, relations and transgressions
rule, where once ‘truths’ of a tribe –
dominant culture, norms and traditions – prevail.
Whose truth must we bear?
The heartfelt, the broken, the wise,
the ignorant, ah without truth, there is no ignorant
just as there is no wise,
What is knowledge, where is wisdom
when facts and certainty are subsumed
by the loudest most vulgar or so it seems.
A mediated world
through lenses, filters and screens
Creating the post-truth reality.
~ FlorenceT


Oxford Dictionaries has declared “post-truth” as its 2016 international word of the year.  “Post-truth”, an adjective, is defined as “relating to or denoting circumstances in which objective facts are less influential in shaping public opinion than appeals to emotion and personal belief“.


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Moment of truth


Canova 'Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss'

In that moment of truth
I faltered, lost for words
Rare for someone who uses words
To persuade and entice;
I am certain I said plenty
But none that was in my heart
Love, joy, a coming home
That I could not express.

But this moment was extraordinary
You owned every word
You graciously gave
As you boldly took with such gentleness;
Surrendering to the moment
You swept me away
By the simplicity, the honesty
Of your precious gift.

How rare have I
In my not so short life
To be confronted
With such selfless generosity;
My soul honours yours
With gratitude and love
Yet it seems insignificant
This humble acceptance.

You have touched me
With a heart so full
With a heart so brave
The beauty of an uncontrolled mind;
How my heart beats
With a desire to respond
How my very being yearns
Yet I am still.

I will not taint this gift
With words if they be false
With actions lest they are true
I have been here and was deeply hurt;
So I am holding your precious gift
Wrapped in my love
Guarding it as it protects me
As it nourishes me.

But know this, my heart
For us, I will be the sane one
So I accept with the sincerity
By which it is given;
For us, I will take care
With your heart and gift
And know this, beautiful
You are loved.

To see love and honesty in flight
I am forever changed.

– FlorenceT

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Relationships are about stories




Relationships are about stories, not truth. Alone, as individuals, we each have our own personal mythologies, the stories we tell in order to make sense of ourselves to ourselves.  That generally works fine as long as we stay sane and single but the minute you enter an intimate relationship with another person there is an automatic dissonance between your story about yourself, and their story about you.

Louise Doughty, Apple Tree Yard


Powerful words, don’t you think?  Do you think they are accurate?

– FlorenceT

Alone and being


To be open to creativity, one needs the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.         Rollo May

Let’s face it, to be alone triggers undesired thoughts to surface then, there is nowhere to hide, little to distract us from our doubts. There are days when keeping busy is the only way to delay, to avoid what must be faced. So we inbue our alone-time with busy-ness, with activities that prevent us from facing the truth, making it alright for us to not see, hear, feel.

“With everything happening today
You don’t know whether you’re coming or going

Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I’m with you when you are all alone
And you correct me when I’m looking wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see you … I’m looking at the…

Mirror on the wall, here we are again…”

Today is one such day… where the impetus has been to keep busy. And taking heed of the dis-ease deep within, I stopped. I made myself a pot of green tea and took myself to my healing space. The sun is shining through the glass windows, I can hear the trickling of water and birds chirping – all is good with my world. Oh but the quiet is deafening! I gave myself permission then to delve into and to sit with those unsettling thoughts and feelings.

My time alone has centred me as I arrive to this space of knowing – that the Universe will unfold as it will and there is nothing I need to do.  There is no right or wrong with those thoughts and feelings, merely for me to reconcile with them, to allow space for positive expression.

writing solitude

So I write.  I wish for those who have yet to realise their need for alone-time to experience the renewal and power of gathering onto themselves. Perhaps it is only I who see such a need, but I doubt it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being in the world, interacting with people.  But there is a noticeable difference between needing to be involved in activities to avoid and being a social being – the difference between the frenetic energy which drains as opposed to the ease of being.

Being alone can be a strange experience…it is what we crave and also what we abhor.  Many, like me, grasp the opportunity to be alone, seeking space for self-reflection and to create, yet fear is also present.  I believe being alone, or to be precise, the capacity to be alone, requires self-assuredness and courage.

Will you give yourself some time to gather yourself?


Contrary to first impression, the lyrics in this song have such raw emotions and honesty… try it. 🙂

(Thank you RonovanWrites for your insightful feedback which I have incorporated in the changes made to this article.)

Underneath your clothes

Who is the person underneath the clothes, the costume each of us wear in our daily life? 
Have you ever wondered?  I have.  At first, at the woman sitting alone in the cafe in her unfashionable clothes; or the man leaning casually against a wall at the entrance to a shopping mall; or the young lass with piercings on her nose and eyebrow sitting at the bus stop.  Then I thought, what do others see in me, me in the dark business suit striding across the street, or me in the casual ripped denim out running errands, or me in the gypsy skirt at a local market…permutations of me, or is it? Then again, they will be through the eyes of strangers.

Which then got me thinking.. how do we see our beloved? Do we experience them as they are in the clothes they wear, or as they are underneath their clothes?

Sometimes we forget, sometimes we assume the person for the clothes she wear, for his physicality, for what she presents on the outside.  To know the person beneath the clothes, we need to see with our minds and our hearts; to deny the expectations and stereotypes our world has imposed upon us, to be open to the many and varied possibilities of being human.

For me, underneath my beloved’s clothes is ‘an endless story’ – a man informed by his experiences, fueled by his creativity, complex and talented, sometimes doubtful, occasionally resigned, a little lost but always moving forward. And that is beauty personified. That’s the man I see.

So the next time you lay eyes on your beloved, whoever he or she may be, consider this – do I see him (or her) underneath his clothes?


Wishing you love,
– FlorenceT

Love and beauty


Synchronicity, that’s what I think it is, that I am noticing of late these amazing ‘stuff’ on love and beauty.  I would like to share a couple that resonated with me.

LoveLove – 4 letters,one syllable – such a short word and yet so complex.  Quoting from a BrainPickings article, Vincent Van Gogh extolled:

“Love a friend, love a wife, something, whatever you like, but one must love with a lofty and serious intimate sympathy, with strength, with intelligence, and one must always try to know deeper, better, and more.”

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done!”

The ‘love’ Van Gogh spoke of, I suspect, refers to all 4 types of love which the ancient Greeks identified:

  • agápe – love in a spiritual sense;
  • eros  – the physical passionate love, with sensual desire and longing, in which the medieval European notion of ‘romantic love’ we have inherited can be placed;
  • philia – a mental love meaning affectionate regard or friendship; and
  • storge – a natural affection as from a parent, sister and the like.

Van Gogh is not merely speaking of romantic love.

Love is universal; Love is all-encompassing, Love is spiritual.  And we are to love and love well and love much…for only through that we will experience our own renewal and strength. 

And yes, the cynics in us all ask, “but what about…”.  Yet Love is all there is. We need to move from our head (with all our questioning, rationalizing, analysing) to our heart; to listen to its call.  You know this…acknowledge it.  This journey from our mind to our heart is a short path but it is a walk that will take a lifetime.  Begin it now.

Reflection of loveOn this love journey, we will see Beauty.

This article, What makes a Woman Beautiful to a Man from the The Good Men Project posits ‘beautiful’ as something soulful, not based on the superficiality of looks and age. The writer provides a thought provoking social commentary on the state of ‘beautiful’ in this age, and it is not pretty.

Beauty is Love reflected.

“…[A] woman is not beautiful in a vacuum, there is always an observer who interprets that beauty, even if it is the woman herself”
and because  “love is a big part of what creates beauty in a woman”,  the Other who loves her and her Love-of-Self are all-important in this creation of beauty.

Now I would say the same of a man – for he sees himself through the eyes of the Other who loves him.  Thus it is in the I-Thou relationship that we experience ourselves and see our reflected selves.

How are you with yourself?  And are you with someone who loves you and sees your Beauty, who makes you feel beautiful?  How are you reflected from his or her eyes? Are you, is he or she, on the love journey?

beautiful lifeBeauty is Love in connectedness. 

When something is divisive, tainted with impossible and false expectations, unnatural and oppressive standards, there is no beauty.  Herein our fascination with say, art and music – to be bound by their exquisite expression; each one of our experience different yet the same – moved, inspired, awed.

Beauty is the reflection of Love in spiritual connectedness.

A person who Loves from his or her very Being – body and mind, soul and spirit – is the true Beauty.

Wishing you love and beauty in your life,
– FlorenceT

My Desires: My Letter of Confession . . . to . . .


I have to reblog this…because frankly, I wish I was the one who had written it 🙂
The soulful expression of desire…


I am a simple man. What I desire is obvious to anyone that wishes to discover.

What do I desire? I desire to be stimulated, mind over matter. Turn my mind on and you have me forever. Only . . . turn my body on and have me for a few hours. I want to belong forever to . . .

What do I desire? I desire physical pleasure; a touch from love, a hand in mine that sends electricity through my body, a caress of my cheek that makes my body melt, a tender kiss that makes my body alive. I live because of . . .

What do I desire? I desire friendship far more than relationship. A friend understands, cares, is there, is honest, fights for you and with you if you are deserving of either. A friendship wants to be and does not have to be…

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There is a place in you that you must keep inviolate


Sacre Coeur 2010

“There is a place in you that you must keep inviolate, you must keep it pristine clean, so that nobody has the right to curse you, treat you badly, nobody… ‘cos maybe that is the place you go to when you meet God… say ‘no’ when it’s no, say so, back it up because that place has to remain clean and clear…”

The sage words of Maya Angelou.

I tweeted this Youtube video more than a month ago, but feel compelled to write this in order that it remains part of my public journal.

How often have we been tempted to let our integrity slides just a little for something or someone, to let go of our convictions if only for a moment, to permit another by their professed love or misplaced anger to invade our sense of self, to loosen our boundaries of decency, to lie for the sake of a loved one… so many instances when we can choose, and fail to keep ourselves inviolate.

As Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s poem “The Invitation” says,

I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

It is not selfish to say ‘no’ to keep this place in yourself inviolate. It is an imperative.

This short interview of the late Maya Angelou by Oprah Winfrey is a must watch.  Go on…