From the Heart
No I won’t dash to get there,
I will savour everyday.
Walk slowly through my life,
listen to what it will say.
Be present in each moment,
I won’t let time slip by.
Even those nasty challenges,
I’ll do my best and try.
No I won’t dash to get there,
watch and wait my turn.
With so much to experience,
so much here to learn.
I’ll keep my eyes wide open,
to see what there is to see.
Listen to mother nature,
to know what it is to just be.
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A dash can be so many things,
like places we dash between,
or just in the dash of a moment,
space between our dreams.
Dashing ahead for the future,
while covering up all the past,
a word crossed out on paper,
love that was meant to last.
Feeling a dash of excitement,
at the start of something new,
while bubbling to the surface,
from right deep inside of you.
A dash between the years too,
from our birth until our death,
the little dash not saying much,
lets put our friends to the test.
A dash of darkness in the sky,
or the sunshine poking through,
both of these are dashes you see,
when we can’t see only blue.
I’ll take a dash of sugar please,
if I’m tired and fighting sleep,
and dash is almost impossible,
if the hill in front is too steep.
See the dash is quite universal,
used for happiness and strife,
just don’t use it on the pathway,
as you travel through your life.
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Like the flower that knows to turn it’s head in the direction of the sun, deep inside we know where we are going. There is light up ahead and although we may not yet see, it’s warmth is forever drawing us closer.
~ Liza
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A single wave cannot change the sea any more than the weather can change the sky. They remain as they are whatever appears to be happening on the surface, the sky and sea will always be. We are just the same, life brings changes, clouds and ripples to our lives but we remain as we always were.
We are more than the people we think we are, we are as constant as the sea and sky, we are eternal. The things that happen to us, the things we think are important cannot really affect us, they affect the person but not the presence inside, the awareness that is our true nature.
The sun continues to shine behind the clouds, as our light continues even on the darkest of days. The sea moves as one beneath the waves, unaffected by what happens on the surface, as what happens to us each day is on the surface. Deep inside and all around we are greater than what happens. What happens, happens but we continue.
The person we think we are will age, will feel and will eventually die. We are all on the same journey, we are all heading towards death as the wave that crashes to the shore and is no more. Only then will we discover the true self that is constant, eternal as the sea and sky, only then will we understand the dream of life.
Whatever happens, know it will not change you, the real and constant being, it is just a ripple, a cloud, nothing more.
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I hate to be a passenger,
to me it is so very wrong.
It’s so absolutely boring,
the road goes on and on.
I’d prefer to be the driver,
I have something to do.
Unless I want a drink or two,
I’ll give the keys to you.
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I’m okay on an airplane,
I don’t have a pilots skills.
I wouldn’t want to fly,
I don’t have wings and bill.
I like to see a road sign,
I can’t see them up in the sky.
So much traffic up there,
you have to ask yourself why.
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I’m okay being carried,
when I’m tired and worn out.
Lift me up into your arms,
I’ll come don’t ever doubt.
I’ll close my eyes and hold on,
I’ll whisper in your ear.
I’d always be your passenger,
don’t drop me, is that clear.
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Nature is the frame through which we see the world, it enhances the darkest of days and softens our outlook.
~ Liza
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Like nature, some people have spikes, they try to prevent us getting close. But when we look closely we find that these spikes are just on the surface and beneath there is so much more. In nature spikes are used for protection, we are the same because we are nature. Look beyond the spikes to find the emotions that run within.
~ Liza
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You can’t beat a good old cornish pasty by the sea. Warm out of grease proof paper it’s a fine snack
I don’t eat meat, so although the traditional Cornish Pasty is meat and veg, mine was vegetarian. I ate this in the picturesque village of Mousehole at the southern tip of Cornwall, not far from Lands End. Years ago miners used to take these pasties down into the tin mines, they would have meat at one end and a desert like an apple filling at the other.
As a youngster I insulted a Cornish woman when she asked me if I’d ever tasted a proper pastie before. I told her of course as they were sold in every chip shop in London. I had to go around to her place the following day to taste a proper one and I must admit, they are nothing like the soggy excuse of the pasties I’d had before.
I have favorite snacks wherever I go, in Spain it’s Pedron Peppers, I’m over the moon you can buy them easily in the UK now. These little peppers are fried in olive oil and salt until they blacken and served as a tapas. Every now and again one of them is very hot and there is no telling which one, it’s a good idea to have a cold beer on the table!
I’d always rather savoury than sweet, I would always have a starter and a main that a pudding but some times I go all out and have the lot!
I just bet tomorrows daily prompt is diet!
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I was drawn to Es Vedra like a magnet
Es Vedra is a rock off of the coast of Ibiza, it’s uninhabited apart from birds and wild lizards and is said to be the third most magnetic place on the planet. Although not everybody agrees with this, compass readings go crazy and homing pigeons get lost flying over the island.
Es Vedra has a number of myths surrounding it, it is said to be the home of the sirens and sea-nymphs who tried to lure Ulysses and also the birth place of the Phoenician goddess, Tanit. A number of UFO’s have been sighted in the area and legend has it that the rock is the tip of the sunken City of Atlantis.
Ibiza has a reputation as a party place, full of clubs, a place for the young. Ibiza is also famous for hippies with it’s chilled atmosphere and spiritual vibe. Es Vedra is a must for those spiritually inclined, it is a place of meditation, awakening and holds a magnetic energy. The rock is supposed to hold a high level of energy, similar to that of Stonehenge and the great pyramids.
Being in Ibiza I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to visit this place and set off on a bus to find it. It was what would have been my mother’s birthday and I thought it fitting to visit a spiritual place and take a long walk on my own. The bus stopped a few miles away the day I chose to go but I thought the walk would do me good, mum loved a walk.
I got closer although the walk took much longer than I had anticipated, about five miles I think and in 30 degrees. I reached a small cove near to the place but was unable to see the rock because of the cliffs surrounding the cove. I asked the bar manager if he would mind calling me a taxi for the final part of the journey. He said it was pointless, the taxi would take too long to get there and it was only about fifteen minutes over the mountain and the trail would be easy to find. It was about 12.30pm by then so I stopped and had a glass of wine to drink a toast to my mums birthday before setting off across the mountain.
I was getting closer to the rock and it certainly looked magnificent, I wanted to get right down onto the beach to see it.
I’m not sure where I went wrong but I must have taken a wrong turn and five hours later I was still walking around lost. I kept taking another trail that would take me around in circles, the terrain was rough and I was wearing flip flops of all things. I started to get very dizzy, I was dehydrated and the wine probably hadn’t helped. I became a little scared, on my own in the heat and wondering if I would ever find my way out. I had no option to call the emergency services, that’s when I could get a signal that was. I felt very stupid telling them I was walking on my own in flip flops, without water or food in that heat. They wanted my coordinates, you guessed it my phone compass had trouble finding me, as did google maps!
I was found eventually and taken in the back of a police car to the nearest town with a taxi out of there. I couldn’t stop apologising in my limited Spanish for my stupidity. Red faced from the sun, dirty from my numerous falls they dropped me off in St Joseph where I picked up the bus back to my friends apartment.
I never did get to see Es Vedra properly but I will return, next time with a companion, proper walking shoes, a hire car and plenty of water. I laugh now, but I think Es Vedra taught me a lesson!
That a flower comes from dry cracked earth doesn’t matter, it still blooms. Where we come from shouldn’t matter, it’s where we are going that’s important. Let those cracks you grow from fill with the moisture to feed your emotions so that you might grow into the most spectacular flower.
~ Liza
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