We soften with age, there is a gentleness that comes through understanding. Experience softens our edges and soothes our colours so we are able blend into a new world.
~ Liza
Month: October 2016
Moods
Sometimes I hang right off the moon,
it drips right down my back.
Swallows fly through muted colours,
to where the day turns black.
The curtains close on any wonder,
loosing sight of what’s good.
I argu with my conscious mind,
feeling so misunderstood.
But then I wake as if from death,
the sun is shining so brightly.
I jump up from my blackness,
dance out into the world so lightly.
Butterflies in multi colours,
fanning me with their wings.
The world so bright and shiny,
is it happiness that rings.
I look upon these mood changes,
as the black and white of life.
Like morning is to nighttime,
and happiness to strife.
For the most part I am positive,
I get nine out of ten.
The sadness, rare but visits,
Shame I don’t know when.
Nature Lessons 54
Being products of our own experiences, we are all a little different. We give back what we have learnt. Our differences are what makes us interesting. Celebrate your own authenticity and shine brightly.
~ Liza
Where on Earth
Where are you right now,
while working on your blogs,
are you in bright sunshine,
or is it more like fog.
Resting on a great big yacht,
or in a coffee bar,
waiting in a traffic jam,
sitting in your car.
It’s interesting to think about,
while I write mine here,
I’m guessing on some of you,
others not so clear.
What influence on where you live,
is in your writing now,
is the environment inspiring,
if so please tell me how.
What about the time of day,
it’s lunchtime here for us,
guessing some might be in bed,
or doing other stuff.
I find it quite fascinating,
to think where you might be,
of course in some pictures,
it’s very clear to see.
So tell me in the comments,
let some others know,
we might be nearer than we think,
so lets have a go 😉
Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting
It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written. It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.
How wide is my blogging community?
Hopelessness
The full moon always affects me, I often don’t know it’s coming but I know when it’s arrived. I’m not sure why, I’ve heard we are ruled by the tides, the moon controls the tides, so it’s that simple I suppose. I also live by the sea, I’m sure you’ve heard of those that ‘live on the edge’.
I’m not usually given to moods, but this week I have a feeling of hopelessness descending that I can’t seem to kick. This really isn’t like me, I’m upbeat, don’t worry about things and know that everything comes to pass.
It makes sense when I think about it, the anniversary of my mothers death is next week. It’s been two years now and I miss her terribly. It is a wound I carry, I loved her and miss her but I am not always sad, because I remember her beauty and laughter. We used to talk everyday, I’m still talking but she’s not answering, well least not that I can hear any way. I’m missing the opportunities of being with her, those that I took for granted.
It will pass and life will go on, I will laugh and have fun. I will continue to see the beauty in the world and in others and I will love with all my heart. But and here’s the big but, it’s okay to have a bad day once in a while. It is okay to give into feelings because they are there it is okay sometimes to give into feelings of helplessness.
Not to acknowledge sadness is to repress it, and when we do that we are just freezing it out until it returns to get us as true feelings cannot be repressed forever. I used to bury a lot, anger, fear, sadness but I found it’s not helpful to me and on top of that I have to spend a fortune getting it cleared!
If I’m sad now, I acknowledge it and let it in to sit with me a while. I think about it, communicate with it and make sense of it, only then can I let it go. I believe we have to do this, it’s being present, being in the moment and working on ourselves. We can’t hide the truth, it’s better to face it, accept it and move on.
I’m in a good place in that I am able to understand what is going on, I understand how emotions can take control of us, I understand the impact of trauma and stress. I give myself therapy, lots of healing and loving care, I make sure my environment is therapeutic and put good food into my body. I visit others for healing and energy work, supervision for my emotions I call it. I practice yoga and meditation, okay I’m a little lapse on the yoga but the intention is there. I wouldn’t be able to work helping others think through their own muddles and trauma if I couldn’t do that same work on myself.
We have to acknowledge that not everything is rosy all the time, we experience joy because we understand the opposite. Summers are so much better after a harsh winter and the birth of a child reminds us of those we have lost. We have to accept death, because to accept death confirms the experience of having had love in our lives.
To live in a world were everything is great all the time is just not honest. Our moods do change and life has a way of knocking us off our feet sometimes. If we keep pretending there is no problem, we will never face it, we are not living our true reality.
So my melancholy mood is okay, I’m thoughtful for the moment and want to be on my own for a while, but it will pass as everything does. Even writing this has cheered me up, writing for me is therapeutic. I hope this might help others in recognising that all things pass but if not it has helped me.
I’ll be back out there laughing and having fun in no time and I will enjoy it all the more.
True Love
Loves a river that flows to the sea,
loves not tied up between you and me.
Loves embrace does not end with the bends,
love continues and love cannot end.
Loves not ownership or managed by one,
love is all brightness under the sun.
Loves the answer to all questions out there,
loves the natural capacity to care.
Loves not a book with beginning and end,
Love has no finale on which to depend.
Loves the freedom to have your own say,
Love that is true cannot be swayed.
Loves the poetry of the oldest of sages,
loves the ink staining the page.
Loves an old mirror as two become one,
Love understands and is never done.
Loves the mystery that has no door,
Love after here continues for sure.
Loves not urgent, there’s plenty of time,
Love has eternity, love is divine.
Urgent – DP
It’s not urgent that I get there,
just that I’m on my way.
The destinations not in sight,
it’s for another day.
But right that I have set out,
I’m purposely on my path.
I can break along the way,
it’s fine to have a laugh.
The finish lines is not the goal,
it’s not even a race.
I’m just taking my own time,
just keeping up the pace.
And if I finally reach the end,
will I have passed the test.
I suppose that’s not as important
as if I done my best.
Inspiration
I think I finally beginning to see,
just how much inspiration is coming to be.
Those flashes of nature I could easily miss,
touching my mind, as a gentle kiss.
As that big full moon, drops from the sky,
captured in frame as it passes me by.
Leaves dance in reflection on the far wall,
in the spotlight of sunshine that is early fall.
Flowers sing as they dance in the breeze,
a field of extras on a set to please.
Those moments of magic, to capture depends,
timing my eyes, the ultimate lens.
I’ve just woken up, alert is my state,
nature in pose, it’s there for the take.
Prior to this all days were as night,
everything hidden far way out of sight.
Leaving You
I’m leaving you now,
I’m no longer fulfilled,
you no longer make me as whole.
I’ve sadness as I think of you,
also happiness in my new role.
We once were so right,
we clicked you and me,
an honest and truthful match.
But then came the day,
we’d changed so much,
a new plan I needed to hatch.
The trauma we’ve shared,
deep crisis and such,
I always saw it through.
It’s not I don’t care,
I really do,
I’ve still so much passion for you.
It’s just that I feel,
as I’ve grown beside you,
I’m not the same girl anymore.
And the things that I do,
they don’t impact on you,
or at least I’m not so sure.
I’m not going far,
I might see you one day,
our paths may cross again.
I’m not ruling it out,
my vision unclear,
it’s still connected to pain.
So please wish me well,
as I will do you,
let us want the best for each other.
I’m sending you love,
I’ll think about you,
I so want you to recover.
Nature Lessons 53
A flower opens up and becomes itself, it does not imitate or follow others. Each petal as it unfolds creates and shapes the flower. Of the same species but individual in their beauty and flaws. The flower tells us we need to be true to ourselves if we wish to shine and bloom into the amazing individuals we have the potential to be.
~ Liza
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