From the Heart
It might be just a small weed but it blows freely in the wind spreading itself far and wide. I think that the pleasure it gets from what it gives out maybe far greater than the adoration other flowers might get from their beauty. It doesn’t take an awful lot to leave bits of yourself with those you pass, kindness, happy memories and something to think about. It’s a beautiful thing to touch others with love and kindness as you pass along your way.
~ Liza
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I tried so hard to elicit his interest,
I really went out of my way.
My dream you see was all so clear,
I wanted him to stay.
With painted my lips I flashed a smile,
but that never worked.
I think he thought my sexy smile,
was just a childish smirk.
I leaned in close with perfume on,
drifting under his nose.
He just opened the window
that I’d made sure was closed.
I spoke about the arts you see,
hoped he’d think me cultured.
But I made a grand faux par,
that left the boy in ruptures.
Well if I wanted a reaction,
I think I’d certainly got one back.
I tried so hard to elicit the interest,
of that wonderful boy named Jack.
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Response to Daily Prompt Word – Elicit
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Dear Young Sir
I’m sorry I didn’t have time to talk to you today, you see I have a life to live and don’t have time. I didn’t have time earlier today, yesterday, the day before and I won’t be free later either. You see I’m not interested in anything you are trying to sell me, make me aware of or any money you think you can get back for me.
I would prefer it if you took me off your list, but you appear to have missed that part of our recent conversations. I know you have a job to do, but like you so do I and I can’t get on with it with constant calls from you. I realise you can’t end the call, I know you probably have a big brutish supervisor breathing down you neck but I’m afraid I just can’t help you.
If you were a reader of my blog you would realise that you present me a challenge. You see I constantly go on about sending love into the world, I’m big on love, but I am struggling so hard to love you.
I don’t like to judge either, I talk about us all coming from different backgrounds, all having different experiences and I know that yours is probably pretty dire. I realise some call centres are set up in the most disadvantaged of places and to secure that job took a hell of a lot.
I struggle because when I put the phone down on you I think about the consequences of my actions, because I don’t know what they are. Am I depriving your family of food or are you just a young chap, living at home with mum who couldn’t get a job anywhere else. Whatever the circumstances I feel for you, but I’m afraid I really don’t need what your offering.
I thought I would write to you, tell you how I feel and say sorry for how quickly I ended the call. I’ve tried listening politely, I’ve tried putting the phone down on the side so you can feel your being listened to, I have told you the owner of the home (me) has sadly departed, emigrated and has even been arrested for violence but you still persist in me calling back.
Please know after every time I put down the phone, I send you a thought, you could call it a prayer if you like. I don’t want you to feel rejected and I’m sure there are parts of your personality I would really like. Who knows in another lifetime we might have been friends. But for now, could you please do us both a favour and scrub me off your call list.
With greatest admiration
Challenged
P.S. I wish you every success in securing a job elsewhere.
I read my favourite poem aloud,
I read it from the book.
Traced my hand across the words,
I didn’t need to look.
I see my painting on my wall,
she looks back at me.
The woman in the painting,
so real it’s as if she can see.
Then the book beside my bed,
I’ve read so many times.
I wonder why I read it again,
I know the ending lines.
The photos of my family,
smile out from every shelf.
Reminding me I’ll be okay,
never just here by myself.
These items carry energy,
more than just from a tree.
The energies so powerful,
for the joy it brings to me.
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I used to rub it on my lamb,
but then I gave up meat.
Although I still like rosemary,
it makes a dish a treat.
I sprinkle on potatoes,
as they are roasting in the pan.
I grow it on the window ledge,
and pick it wild when I can.
I love the purple flowers,
I’ve been known to eat them too.
Oh, sweet aromatic rosemary,
what would we do without you.
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~ fun response to The Daily Prompt word – Aromatic
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We have many different sides to our personalities, we show these different sides of us depending on our relationship and desires. There is the warmth and softness we show to those we love, the fruitfulness we show to attract and pull people in towards us and the more protective front we use to cover up or slip away from those we are not so comfortable with. There are complexities to our individual personality traits, they change with the seasons and are dependant on our needs at any one time. A good thing to bare in mind is that whilst we are displaying one aspect of ourselves, we never know who else might be watching and absorbing what we are putting out from somewhere else in the garden.
~ Liza
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I halted at the Basil plants,
at the local store today.
One moment I was standing there,
then somewhere far away.
I was back in our small kitchen,
that basil’s with me too.
It’s so funny how the smell of it,
leads me straight to you.
The aroma of the kitchen stays,
reminds me of my youth.
Of the dishes you prepared with it,
homemade that’s the truth.
Bruschetta with ripe tomatoes,
oil with basil chopped on top.
The thick pesto, green and fragrant,
we had to eat the lot.
Sprinkled on the crispy pizzas,
dressing each and every dish.
For you to come back to the kitchen,
would be my only wish.
So I bought the aromatic plant,
and I put it up on the sill.
As I breath it in each morning,
I’ll pretend your with me still.
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Response to the Daily Prompt word – Aromatic
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How do you see the flower, is it with your eyes only or is it through the flower being present in all your senses. Do you feel the flower in your subconscious, does it communicate with you through your screen as you sit with it?
Do you connect with my presence as you read my words and if so, what is it you feel. Can I leave my lounge and enter your world just by sharing my thoughts with you. Can you feel the authenticity of a person through their words on paper, or through a book they have written. Is this the same if something is written that does not sit well with you, or blend well with your understanding of life? Interesting isn’t it how we are drawn to others we have never met, we feel a connection with them, trust them and even care about what happens to them.
If we are all energy, can we not communicate and blend without being present in a room? I believe we can, I think that we can go anywhere if we are accepted and welcomed. I think it probably boils down to acceptance because if something does not sit well with me I shut it down, stop allowing it in, and refocus myself.
Look at the medium of Skype, how real does that conversation feel, for me when I am connected with a person there is no difference to if they were sitting across the room. I hold consultations over Skype and have used it for my own benefit. Reading what someone has written is the same for me, it’s as if they are communicating directly with me, I feel them.
I know I’m asking a lot of questions here, I probably have all the answers somewhere too, inside in my subconscious, floating around waiting for the right time. I just think these questions are fascinating, they are food for the soul.
So tell me, how close to you am I now as I ask them?
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Who do you see when you look into the mirror, do you recognise yourself as the person you have always been or is there a new and deeper image coming through now. How closely are you looking at yourself, can you look beyond the outer surface and see and feel your own heart? Does love you give out shine back at you through your reflection? If not, wipe the mirror and look again.
~ Liza
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Do you ever feel that you understand something but can’t quite put it into words. The concept is bigger than words allow, it’s just a knowing and that knowing is magnificent in itself. I think this might be linked to what is described as a sort of spiritual awakening. You begin to live life with a different understanding, nothing has changed on the outside but somewhere inside of you, at the core of your existence, everything is different. You are still living the life you always have, with the same friends and family around you, although something has shifted and that something, you can’t quite put it into words.
You look at everything differently now, you see things as if through fresh eyes. Nature has never looked so beautiful, your drawn to art of all kinds and revel in dance, poetry and philosophy. You blend with your surroundings, they become you, and you them, you recognise oneness. You switch off the television and cancel the papers, life is now full of questions that can’t be answered by anyone else. Space and time for your self are an important commodity, you find silence to be almost musical and necessary for your peace of mind. You make new connections, people come into your life as if by chance but you know they are meant to be, others leave in the same way. Love becomes real for what seems like the first time and you understand the immenseness of the feeling, to love is to live. It becomes obvious that love is the answer to all of the problems in the world as love is caring, love is a prayer and thought for someone or something and has the ability, if given the chance, to conquer all ills.
I started to see and feel life differently after a couple of very difficult years. I went through a period of immense trauma including a number of significant losses, that pushed me towards introspection, I needed to know who I was, I was searching for purpose. The shift wasn’t immediate it took time but I could never now be the same person I was once. Of course there are elements of the old me, I’m still the same but my answers are different now. I’m softer, I give myself time and I don’t aspire to be anything other than the best me I can be, I recognise myself as a student, I’m learning and have lots to learn. I am as what can only be described as searcher, I’m looking for answers, but on the other hand I know some of these answers are too big for me to comprehend at the present moment.
People wake up in different ways, it’s usually a big event, a near death experience, a life changing event, whatever it is usually the breaking down of all we knew and relied on, the Tower in the tarot deck explains this well. I’m not saying I’m awake, I’m probably far from it, but I’m on the path towards it, which is a much better place than I was in.
I don’t know why I wrote this today, I think I want to hear about the experience of others. If your reading this and reach the end without zoning out, what does it say to you, how can you relate? I’m having a deep Sunday here in the UK, whatever your doing I hope it’s beneficial 🙂
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