My view this week has been various shades of foggy. On this day I'm above rather than inside the fog. This is obviously the preferred vantage point. Because if I'm completely honest, there's an aspect of smoke as well, with wood fires burning in the wintertime. I looked for poems or quotes to accompany the… Continue reading feeling foggy
Author: Amanda
looking ahead …
At the end of a year, we look back. We can see it all because we have lived it. We review the year just past, perhaps with some judgement, perhaps even some regrets. As we look ahead to a New Year, what do we see? It's an unknown place, the future. There is a new… Continue reading looking ahead …
a new year
A New Year ... of Space For growthFor change To appearA New Year ... of Time For wishesFor dreamsTo come true .A New Year A New Vision For life and living Of imaginationAnd creationWonderingsOf possibility And desirability Expansions . A New YearA New Version Of you and of meNot to replaceOr to rejectBut to renewOf… Continue reading a new year
inside a rain cloud
6 pm in the evening. In the tropics, afternoon monsoon storms have just rolled in. I’m listening to Jung Jaeil’s ‘la strada’ from the 'seasons of change’ album. In the background is the sound of rain. I’m on the 31st floor and sitting for a brief time inside a rain cloud. In the distance, there… Continue reading inside a rain cloud
on seeing
Why is it we sometimes do not see?... what is right in front of us ... what is staring us in the face... what is so clear and obviousWe don't always see because... our eyes are not open ... our minds will not accept ... our hearts are not ready This artwork is in the… Continue reading on seeing
on being a writer. or not.
I'm still deciding whether I'm a writer or not. Whether I can call myself a writer. And perhaps 'deciding' isn't the right word to use. I don't think it's a decision. It feels more like I need permission.Can I call myself a writer if no-one reads what I write? I'm not sure. Some people will… Continue reading on being a writer. or not.
your heart knows the way
A second chance. Starting over. A new beginning. These are our choices to make. At any stage of life, there is the potential to become something different. Something new. To become someone new. Or as a dear friend has said to me, 'No, it's still you ... it's just another version of you'. In my… Continue reading your heart knows the way
wind flowers
Sometimes, we float on the surface of life.We drift with the currents of the everyday.Carried along by circumstance, not dreams,Conforming to expectations and plans. Sometimes, hope rises to the surfaceSo our dreams can breathe again.And the winds of chance and changeCan allow us to find new ways to live.
daring to dream
Sometimes in life, things will collide. One will give meaning to the other. It will add a new perspective, and perhaps bring resolution.My first thing is that I recently completed a training and was asked to write a testimonial. It took me a little while and some thought to write one that I was happy… Continue reading daring to dream
a poem
Sometimes words fall out of me, from my mind and onto the screen. Although, I'm not sure they do come from my mind because they are just 'there'. There is no conscious 'thinking' that I'm aware of. Since words simply appear, I'm not really sure what to do with them. But I've decided to share… Continue reading a poem
time flies …
Today, I took the bus. I don't usually, because I mostly drive where I need to go. But today it was easier and more convenient not to have to worry about parking. The reason I'm telling this story is that I have a free bus pass. You know, for older people. Actually, anyone over 50… Continue reading time flies …
reasons to write – 2
For a personal blog, which this is, the reasons to write are all about me! Writing here is somewhere I can be most free. I am free to decide what I say and how. Free to share as much or as little as I want. And I'm able to decide why I write. My reasons… Continue reading reasons to write – 2
A Soul Tree Journey 