“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.
When I peeled back the layers, I found a beautiful resilience inside – this is how I know I’ll always thrive – Lori Schaefer
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.
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
Sugar and spice
is not very nice
when flavoured with mice
and eaten with rice.
So what do you do with a cooking disaster?
Do you keep adding ingredients?
Toss it into pasta
Or disguise it with spices hidden in a hot sauce?
And when it results in a beautiful mess
do you give up and toss it in the bin?
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.
Buzzing in the meadow
Landing on the lavender
Sipping sweet nectar
Singing a lullaby soft and low
Lullabies are soothing
to gently encourage sleep.
I dreamt I was a honey bee
Singing a lavender lullaby.
Dreams of lavender-scented honey
Just like a baby bee
The lavender lullabies
Are meant for you and me.
It was just a false step into a puddle
Oh what a soggy socks muddle
I should have worn my galoshes.
At least my soggy socks are still a pair
Unlike those odd socks that mysteriously disappear
into the wilderness who knows where?
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.
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
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?