Monthly Archives: January 2017

Flowering of The Mind

I fiflowering-mindnd lately that there are many things that need to bubble and surface out of my mind.

Including a certain kind of awakening.

A revealing.

A flowering of the mind.

More like a discovery that somewhere deep down in there… I am still there.

I am still here…

Every time I write it needs to be felt in a brand new kind of way.

That feeling alone helps to unwind many things.

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Life! Goals

1723328_10203602512811918_7835645076826301835_nsplash the walls with art

and my lyrics

surround myself with music

all sorts of music

music by day

variety is key

in all aspects

dance

wildly, freely, sensually, gorgeously, happily…        goddesses-dancing

the goddesses dance

strum my guitar

write new songs

collect my favourite writings and expressions

share my favourite quotes and inspirations…

watch my favourite movies

regularly

be inspired

explore brand new little places and cafes                   OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

make a note, tick them off

push my toes into the soft wet sand

my face whipped by the fresh salty sea

soak up the sunshine, soak it through my skin

love freely and openly

endlessly

deeply

honour my body

eat healthy, nutritiously

eat for the love of, for pleasure

sleep when sleep is needed

appreciate my natural beauty                                      Never-seen-before Marilyn Monroe pictures up for auction

splash the walls with art

including my lyrics

surround myself with music

all sorts of music

music by day

variety is key

in all aspects

dance

wildly, freely, sensually, gorgeously, happily…

the goddesses dance

strum my guitar

write new songs

collect my favourite writings and expressions

share my favourite quotes and inspirations…

watch my favourite movies

regularly

be inspired

explore brand new little places and cafes

make a note, tick them off

push my toes into the soft wet sand

my face whipped by the fresh salty sea

soak up the sunshine, soak it through my skin

love freely and openly                                                       3-to-love-is-nothing-to-be-loved-is-something-to-love-and-be-loved-is-everything

endlessly

deeply

honour my body

eat healthy, nutritiously

eat for the love of, for pleasure

sleep when sleep is needed

appreciate my natural beauty

share my womanliness with little goddess…

be true to Me

pursue fields that accommodate for Me…

indulge in oils

in colours and textures

in freedom

 

Written March 2010

 

 

 

Platonic

crumpled_bed_sheets_by_dexdorkIt is adulthood and maturity that brings realisations and awakenings about past loves. Loves that you realise much too late and out of character, that they were, perhaps, after all, a little bit real.

The love I had for him when I was young was potentially an eternal one and yet my wings were cut short because our youth was the great guillotine.

That led to a great depth of frustration, anger and resentment from me towards him for so many years… for so long….

And his unending silence in return exacerbated those feelings more and more….

I had to learn to stop waiting, expecting, asking the universe for an apology. I had to learn to do it on my own. I had to learn to let go… and free myself… be freed and in turn, free him…

I could be crazy and playful but also wildly introspective. I was passionate and fiery and uncomfortably deep. He needed light, not dark and mysterious – which is what I was back then when I was with him.

We have always had this mutual unspoken poetic understanding of each other. Whether that’s all in my head or not, I won’t ever know. But it has always felt that way to me. At times, it has felt like we are the same person. There are many times when we don’t need to speak.

Centuries can fly by and still our friendship will remain – a friendship that runs deep despite the many years that go by between our interactions. A friendship that is sustained through a mutual love that, I know, is held deep in both our hearts…