It is so; love speaks
in a thousand tongues
There are many ways
to love
I choose your love
It is so; happiness
begins within
not with him
I choose happiness with you
It is so that life’s choices
will lead you on many paths
smooth and tough
I choose to face it with you
It is so; life is change
It is as constant as the air moving
the sun rising
I choose the way you change me
It is so; your love woke me up
It wasn’t planned, nor expected…
But so needed
It is so; I love you
Love, Devotion, Feelings, Emotions
Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
It will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want then to start to laugh
If you must then start to cry
Be yourself, don’t hide
Just believe in destiny
Don’t care what people think
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up and use the chance
To return to innocence…
Enigma – Return to innocence
I dug out some of my old CD’s this week. I forgot about this song. Now it kind of makes more sense than it did when it first arrived on the scene back in the nineties.
I was so moved by the words. So simple but so true! This is the truth. If there is one thing I want to instill in my child, it is to never ever ever care about what other people think of you. I wasted so much of my life worrying about other people and what they thought of me. So much time. I was too scared to speak my mind so many times. There is a way to speak your mind that is not disrespectful, but the only way to stand firmly on your own two feet. I went about it in the wrong way. I would have probably not even been in those situations, if only I believed in myself.
You can always return to innocence. You have never been too damaged, too unworthy, too ugly, to renew yourself. I found a way back. From rape, from embarrassment, from great disappointment, from failure, from abuse. I found my way back.
One leaf many leaves
Does one leaf maketh a tree?
He turned right, when he left
Or did he turn left?
He leaves her standing
Why do leaves fall?
Leaving the tree behind
But the tree can not run
It stands still
left to make
more leaves… or is it
rights?
For not one leaf
maketh the tree,
what it is.
What is it?
A strong, beautiful, breathing, living, wonder
If there is one thing I hate the most in this world, it is injustice. Nothing gets my back up like it. When I see people being taken advantage of, or taken for a ride, it just infuriates me.
I have been going to the same movie theatre for a couple of years now and always park in the same parking area. I have never paid for my parking because when I enter my registration details upon departure, it has always come back with 0.00 to pay. So great was my surprise when I received a parking ticket in April for not paying. I contacted the parking company (all via email – no calls) and explained that I have never had to pay and that I never take a receipt as it’s 0.00 charge. Their only response was to send me a photograph of the parking metre showing that a charge of 2.50 is charged every two hours. I definitely stayed more than 2 hours on each occasion, but it always told me 0.00 to pay. I explained this to no avail. The fine was for 100.00 and it just did my head in that I am expected to pay this amount for a charge that I was told is 0.00. I went back and took photos and this time I kept all my 0.00 receipts.
In principle, I refuse to pay this. I appealed and it was rejected, again the same photo of the charges board, used as evidence. On one visit, as I once again stood staring at the charges board, a couple approached and said they received a fine and they can’t for the life of them understand why, because they have always paid nothing after 18h00.
Today I received a letter from a debt recovery agency…the fine has been increased to 160 and if I don’t pay, I’ll be taken to court.
Why I’m writing all this, I would really like to know if I am being unreasonable? Why when the machine tells me I have 0.00 to pay would I give it money? The logic…there is no logic. Sooooo…I’ll be in court one of these days. A new experience for me, but still part of the adventure that is life. In the meantime, I’m accumulating 0.00 receipts…
🙂
I went out exploring with my kid yesterday and discovered the most beautiful forest, a pond filled with waterlillies and the old ruins of what looked like pretty big estate from centuries ago.
I started thinking how amazing the world can be right under our noses.
How come it took me ten years to discover this place? I believe that we see what we want to see, or better yet, we see what we expect to see. This is how things are missed. We reach points in our lives where we think, this is it, it doesn’t get any better, or I have found what I’m looking for. But today I implore you, rather think, there is more to discover; my little world is small and I haven’t seen the rest of the world. Think big, look for the small, the inconspicuous, the hidden. This is where the adventure begins 🙂
P.S. In my opinion, scenes like this started the impressionist art form.
our bodies wasting away
till every step we stray
our minds slowing down
till there’s just a laughing clown
our hearts beating harder
till it becomes larder
our hands holding tight
till we lose our sight
our love blooms like a spring flower
till winter makes us cower
our passion knows no bounds
till it’s killed by the hungry hounds
our lives ebb and flow
till the fires no longer glow
our spirits soar
Nothing can kill it’s roar
our souls are a mystery
therein lies our history
it can’t be changed
it lasts forever
it was hard to become soft again
it was not easy turning it up
but here (hear) I am
ears in your hands
still I fear
for every time
I hold dear
I can’t hear
sing that song again
the one we heard
a long long time ago
i want to feel that way
with you
let me hear
I came across an old email by chance today. It brought back memories of a time lost; or that’s how it feels now…but can time really be lost? No. Every moment of my life brought me to where I am right now. Take any of it away and things won’t be exactly as they are now. How can you appreciate the warmth of the summer sun, if you didn’t endure and survive the bitter cold of the winter first?
it was winter when I first felt love again
my awakening new
but ’tis was not love
it was hope and promise
winter became spring
and spring, summer
sweet wind blew
and we were
scorched by the summer sun,
cooled by the autumn rain
a harvest of discontent
winter returned
and ruby blood stained the
bright white snow
snow melted slow and painful
little bits of me
melting away too
an echo remained
one from far away
a voice calling me home
home; place of rest
place of peace and comfort
place of safety
dwelling of tranquillity
a heart, bigger than mine
I met
I didn’t know…
I didn’t know
how could I?
is it always unexpected?
sweet spring blooms
in my heart
I want to cherish it
I want to hold it dear
a beautiful flower
unfolding in the warmth
of the loving sun’s arms
love, passion, want, feeling complete, feeling cherished and special
I went out Friday night, dinner and dancing. Bottle of red, cocktails, happy drunk. I don’t drink often. I also know my limits. Happy drunk is the perfect point between too little and too much 🙂
Kissing in a dark corner of the club. Dancing to 90s rock and singing along to songs from my younger days, till I had no voice left. Just a big happy smile.
How I longed to be with someone that will take me dancing. I love dancing, I love music.
And I found him. Tall, big, manly man that makes me feel tiny in his arms. Twirling me, dipping me, kissing me, loving me.
Lazy Saturday, sleeping, cuddling, just being. Laughing… a lot! Every time he makes me laugh, I want to melt into him. The way he holds my stare for minutes on end. Beautiful brown eyed boy with perfect lips, perfect nose. I see the love in his eyes. I feel the love in his kiss. He makes me feel sensual, sexy, alive. How I wish I could bottle this feeling. I’d be a millionaire.
Amor vivam 🙂
After what seems like a lifetime, I’m back. No words came to me, but once again they woke my slumber. I feel as if I’ve woken from a long sleep filled with some nightmares, but mostly quiet peaceful reflective rest. The question to one of my biggest worries has been answered and I’m truly present once more.
I’m hungry for rejuvenation. I’m content in my own skin. I’m happy with those I have in my life right now. I want for nothing but to fill the paths I cross with happiness.
I see, I feel, I touch, I share, I regret no more. I am normal…within my normal.
Maybe it’s the beautiful cent of spring blossoms in the air. Maybe it’s the promise of life that spring brings. Mostly it’s forgiving myself for my past…truly forgiving myself.
New Beginnings 