Ode to Sinead and Jake

When you told me you were getting married, 

I smiled in disbelief… 

after all these years?!

I’m sure that even your parents felt some relief.

You two aren’t a typical whirlwind romance, 

But rather, slow burners – 

giving your love a real chance.

I didn’t imagine either of you as the “fairytale wedding” types

But a girl usually has just one chance

to get this whole wedding shebang just right!

So why not a castle with its own lake, 

bridesmaids, archways of hydrangeas,

and an hundred or so guests?!

You look stunning, my darling – 

And it’s not just that beautiful dress! 

So while Jake may not be your typical groom 

– minus best man, incessant nausea,

 and with a pending air of “doom” – 

he’s the luckiest man now that he’s stood next to you.

For those of you who have experienced love and marriage,

I hope Sinead and Jake remind you of the vows you once spoke, 

Facing each other, eye to eye

Committing yourselves to one another

In sickness, health, and love – for life. 

The depth of these vows to each other

They are sacred, and are blessings

– though same may say along the line, 

also a curse! 

But I reckon losing love, or never finding it, could be worse.

You’ve given us joy, and hope – and a dreamy sense of wonder…

That shows us just how much you mean to each other.

And at the end of the day, 

all us single people still really believe, 

That one day we might ourselves take centre stage 

in just as beautiful a ceremony of love

As we’ve all been witness to today.

 

 

A poem written for a good friend and her husband, and gifted to them on their wedding day. I just hope they really love it – it took me months of writing and editing to get it to this standard, and I really enjoyed working on it! 🙂

Written content is © All rights are reserved. May 2017.

REBLOG: When actions speak louder than words…

When I first started working in Luxembourg, one of the top Managing Partners of a law firm gave me a piece of advice: “I operate with one rule, if you don’t want something to end up on the front page of a paper, then don’t do it”.

While it sounded alright, at the time it seemed a bit much – I was from London and I wasn’t used to the size of the market. He was a Partner at a tier one law firm and I thought it was probably more key for someone with that position; after all, in London…

The blog post continues here: http://fundspartnership.com/why-actions-speak-louder-than-words/

Time moves on

The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. 

But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things.

 

Written content is © All rights are reserved. June 2010.

Family, life, and everything after

Love is a funny thing;

It lightens your soul

and brings you firmly back to ground.

It lifts your spirits,

And makes you want more…

It fills your heart, your essence, your being

And in the next instant it can turn so ugly,

So poor…

An afterthought, 

as communication breaks down

And once accepted contentment

becomes a bore.

But highs and lows are what life’s all about

And love is a round circle that never ends – 

not really,

not deep down.

Love springs from birth,

from a chance meeting, 

from school

or from general drinking –

If it’s worth it,

it’s love, never ending.

Whether family, friends or companion, 

love begets love, 

and the world keeps turning.

Seek, see, love and do

A beautiful friend of mine found the following on Facebook and linked me to it… I think she could tell how fully I can relate, and I love her all the more for knowing my soul inside out:

I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full moon with a bottle of summer red in my palms.

I would rather have kids when it suits me, not when society expects or throws shoulds.

I would rather live in a hammock on a beach for six months, and write like my soul means it.

I would rather be horribly broke at times, than married to a job because a mortgage payment has my ass on a hook.

I would rather own moments, than investments.

I would rather swim naked with bio-luminescence, have it fall like fireflies from my hair, my breasts, my back.

I would rather do handstands naked in the moonlight when no one’s watching than pick bridesmaid dresses.

I would rather drink seven year old rum from a sandy bottle, smell of smoke and ash than sit in church.

I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk.

I would rather drink the ocean, again and again—celebrate being madly alive.

I would rather my love be defined by love itself, and nothing more or less.

I would rather take the chicken bus, than spend useless money in safe gated communities. Sit beside a goat, listen to raggaeton and eat green mango with sugar in a plastic bag sold from the woman who harasses the bus each time it stops.

I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent.

I do not need to own a piece of earth with some wood on top of it—to feel successful. No one truly owns the land, anyway—we just think we do.

I will take a job I love and freedom over a pension, any day.

I will not work and work and work to live when my body is old and I am tired.

Stocks are for people who get boners from money.

Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring.

I will not drink the societal Kool-Aid on a bus, nor will I drink it on a train.

Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!

I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase.

If we must have milestones—mine will be measured by how much joy I have collected at the end of each day and how often in this life I have truly, deeply, opened.

Seek, see, love, do.

– Janne Robinson, Author

More on Janne here: https://www.facebook.com/jannerobinsonauthor/ and here: http://www.jannerobinson.com/

What an inspiring woman! 🙂 Thanks Janne!