WQWWC #45 Fortitude/Resilience

“Life is a journey that takes us on many paths – and tests us and shapes us in ways that allow us to aspire to even more challenging directions”

This was the message on a farewell card when I was leaving a much loved job to further my career.  The card was decorated with forget-me-nots – I never have forgotten the fortitude I needed to take that leap and change direction. I left the well trod path and ventured onto the rocky track.

I wrote these poems in the aftermath of painful family feuds.

In every given moment we have two options, to step forward into growth, or to step back into safety – Abraham Maslow

Often hidden amidst words of anger or hate
Underlying fear creates a sense of panic. 
Flight not fight becomes the norm. 
Habits thus formed are hard to break 

Stop for a moment and think
How does your anger help you?
Do you just live to hate
Or do you hate to live?

What if you choose to love 
Would that calm your fear?
Replace those feeling of anger
With actions of hope?

You may be surprised at how good you feel 
when the fear recedes. 
And the peace returns. 

My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That in itself an accomplishment.  Steve Goodi

One day I was counting up the surgical scars I had  due to caesarian section, melanoma, knee replacement and rotator cuff repair when I realised just how resilient I had become through these experiences. I wrote these words. 

Some of us carry our scars externally.
These are a physical sign of our survival.

Scars are often hidden within us,
Internal injuries sustained through harmful words.

Scars are gathered over the passage of our lives,
They are both the symbol of - and the price for -  this life.

AND……


When I peeled back the layers, I found a beautiful resilience inside – this is how I know I’ll always thrive – Lori Schaefer

#SundayStills – Spring has sprung

Nothing says Spring to me as much as the daffodils and blossoms bursting forth and shining bright all around me.

Except maybe the territorial Tui who tumble and savour their way through the kowhai trees, sipping nectar from the yellow flowers.

Territorial Tui tumbling through the trees, 
One flies in and the other flees,
Sipping on the nectar,
Flying near and far.

It is such a delight 
To see them take flight
Soon they will build a nest 
To prove which bird is the best.


https://secondwindleisure.com/photography/sunday-stills-photo-challenge/

Willy Winky – and his night light

It’s all very well to tell me to light my candle but my firelighter is wet. 
How can I be a Wee Willie Winkie when I can’t shed any light in the night?

I ran through the night calling out my plight.
The children peeped out from their  bedrooms
"Its ok, Willy Winky, don’t take fright"

Don't let it mess with your head
We are already abed.
It's warm and snuggly inside

Please don’t turn on that light 
It will keep us all  awake


https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/08/01/august-2021-writing-prompts/

Saving Grace – It shouldn’t have been a race

She was fair of face
and elegant of motion.
She showed a rare form of speed,
and was graceful in action.

Grace could have won the race.
She ran at a fair pace
I tripped her and she fell
She was badly hurt, I could tell,

I thought of saving Grace
Instead I chose to save face 
Because I had lost my nerve
What else do I deserve

So give me some space
I’ll disappear without trace
Now you have heard
what I did to Grace.


https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/08/01/august-2021-writing-prompts

If only we could…

Leaping to Freedom
If only we could….

Choose freedom as a gift
Make it a pledge
Our choices might shift 
To a life on the edge

If only we could….

Have the gift of foresight
We should if we could 
Take that leap into the light

If only we could…

Be brave and take that chance
We could embrace each day
Through life we could dance. 

If only we could…

But of course we can...
We can do anything we choose
We have nothing to lose

Except our fear. 

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

Lonely

Paula is the host of Thursday Inspiration
This week’s theme is lonely and the image is below. 

Here is the song snippet from “Lonely Is The Night,” a song written and performed by Billy Squier in 1981.

Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone

Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own

Lonely is the night when there’s no one left to call

You feel the time is right, say the writing’s on the wall 

Lonely

Alone my mind wanders
And questions arise;

If one’s self is alone then is that self lonely?
Is aloneness the same as being lonely? 

Is aloneness the same as loneliness?

Turn loneliness into a comforting aloneness
There is tranquility to be found by being solitary.

An attitude of solitude - is that selfish or selfless?
Selflessness  and oneself-ness - are they the same?  

Am I enough for my own self?...........


Or do I need a cat?