emotions

emotions are gentle waves lapping the soft warm sand of a sun-kissed beach.

emotions are raging storms that toss the largest ships as if they were a child’s toy.

emotions are tiny bubbles that sparkle and effervesce as giggles that cannot be contained.

emotions are salty tears that drench our cheeks with their relentless downpour.

they are pastel shades of a mother’s love, that overwhelming poignancy of meeting her newborn babe.

emotions speak truth and tell the tallest lies.

they are dark and white, and grey and light.

they are all the colours of the rainbow, and the blackest dream in which to drown.

emotions are life and the only thing that emotions are not

Is death. 

Follow the Leads

I love the thought that we don’t always have to be striving for an ending in sight. We don’t need to be following a ‘plan’. Sometimes we just need to follow the leads. To be still and listen to our hearts. Listen to the stirrings of our souls. And be true to what we hear.

Be soft enough to hear, and gentle enough to feel. Be willing to be moved. And then follow the leads. 

Allow ourselves to be surprised.

Abundance

The world offers abundance. The earth has power that we can not even comprehend. Homes and houses and cities destroyed within one fell swoop.

We are nothing. And yet. We are part of that abundance. We are creation. We are formed from the same power.

And we have life.

Winding Road

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It’s a winding road, it is indeed

That leads us from our naked starts

To push ahead with toil and strife

And bring us finally into night

The moon will shine while owls keep watch

Until we reach that end at last

The end of life, the end of dawn –

Ever closer to our

Celestial stars;

Silently twinkling.

 

Photo by Filip Zrnzević on Unsplash

Scent

Yesterday I bought an old favorite of mine, Estée Lauder Beautiful Sheer. Apparently it is being discontinued. I managed to purchase one of the last three bottles in the store.

I wore this scent on a trip to Harare, Zimbabwe a few weeks before I left South Africa. It invokes memories for me. Good and bad and pain on my then soft heart.

But today! I am wearing it again. And I am back in Harare. With my perfume and my children then still babies, and a new future ahead of me.

And my heart is no longer as soft. The years and scars and experiences and feelings have toughened it up.

The scent, though, still lingers.

Flame

Space in my heart –

Infinite expansion 

Force of life flows

From dust to dust 

A spirited candle

Keeps burning