We all know how it is, depending on how we feel, we are attracted to (and of course attract to ourselves) people, sayings and situations that reflect or support our mood. Does that one isolated day or emotion depict your whole self or more so, your aspirations for your whole self? Probably not! Continue reading “Toughen up and be gentle.”
About ten years ago, a dear friend presented me with a beautifully delicate ceramic heart on a thin piece of golden thread. The heart was inscribed with the typeface ‘I am waiting for true love, but will accept expensive gifts in the interim’
It was coy, quiet, barely audible, a whisper.
Can I be heard?
It’s good to see you again, thank you for this opportunity, I so would like to make up for lost time, but I need to make time to apply the lessons you have taught me, everything I’ve been willing and not so willing to learn from you. I’ve been learning, you’ve helped me.
Welcome back to the real world
I have heard this a lot in the two weeks that I have returned from Bali.
Welcome back to…
A world dominated by a consistent reminder that we should seek more from our lives, more technology, more belongings, more clothes, more bling, a pressure to spend money and therefore an implied pressure to have more money.
Why is it considered a crisis?
What is your immediate interpretation of this term?
Why is it typically applied to men aged somewhere between 35 and 50 who are questioning and challenging their life and achievements so far? Wondering ‘is it enough?’ Perhaps feeling an element of guilt, that they haven’t done enough to fulfil themselves or that they have so much compared to others who are suffering in this world.
What if this period of questioning wasn’t met with such a negative label?
Sometimes, most times in fact I think I think too much. My brain seems to dive right down between the weeds and starts looking for root cause, for an answer, a reason, the bigger picture, for the beginning. Sometimes, while in amongst the roots it is also up there in the clouds, happy, enjoying the freshness of each delicate moment. It is rare my head rests.
A dear friend of mine discovered that her ex, who had been keeping in touch for booty calls, was in fact out and about with another girl, she decided to tell him he was a dirt bag, not good for her and had blocked his number. We messaged…
I’ve been using my commute over the past two days to write a piece for submission into a competition. It’s the first time I have ever, EVER been compelled to do something like this, but I knew in an instant what I would write.
The deep burble vibrated up through my feet, whizzed round the pit of my stomach and caught my heart. Oh how I love that sound, that feeling, it stops me in my tracks, it makes me catch my breath.
They were near – out of sight, but so near I could feel them.