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!

25 Websites Other Than Social Media To Upgrade Your Life…

In a time when we are consistently bombarded with information, quite a lot of which can be considered as opinions rather than facts, and especially on social media sites such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, I’d like to provide you with an overview of

25 Websites Other Than Social Media To Upgrade Your Life…

from blogger Melody over at SEAGIRLL.

Knowledge is power.

Sir Francis Bacon, “ipsa scientia potestas est” (knowledge itself is power). Meditationes Sacrae (1597)

With power comes great responsibility.

See following for further info: http://quoteinvestigator.com/2015/07/23/great-power/

From the Individual to the Global Scale: Greed, Hatred and Ignorance Cause Suffering: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/myjourneyofconscience/2015/01/23/from-the-individual-to-the-global-scale-greed-hatred-and-ignorance-cause-suffering/

SO LET US ALL GET BETTER EDUCATED!

Thanks, Melody – I am still learning every day! 🙂

We are one

There is a lot going on in the world right now – especially the bad and the ugly… but there are also beautiful moments too. This video by TV2 Denmark truly reinforces the message that we are not alone, that despite our backgrounds, or what we do for a living now, we connect on so many more levels than first meets the eye.

Thank you once again, Denmark.

#onelove #weareone

A. E. Housman: A Shropshire Lad

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither; here am I.
Now – for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart –
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
I want to say thank you to a lovely man in my life for sharing this poem with me; I am even more appreciative of the fact that he only remembered this poem because of me (I blush at that, lol).

The words certainly resonate with me, and while I don’t understand all the references, I did come away with a general feeling – that we’re here only a short time and we should enjoy it while we can.

No wonder my friend thought of me – I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.

Read more on the poem here: Housman.pdf

And here: Poets’ Corner – A.E. Housman

Read more on the poet here: A.E. Housman, 1859-1936

 

 

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​I love those moments…

​I love those moments…

 

I drive along country roads in autumn;

warm,

vibrant,

coloured leaves fall from the trees,

dancing,

twirling around the top of the car in front,

and swirling in a mini hurricane that I drive through unseen.

 

Waking up on a Saturday morning in my own bed,

not hungover,

and realising I don’t have to work till Monday –

I eat, toilet and crawl back into my dreams.

 

I watch the sun set over the city from a bedroom window,

shafts of piercing sunlight,

highlight,

the miniature tornadoes of bugs,

hovering yet circling,

from the heights of the buildings down to the street –

formerly invisible, discreet.

 

The awkward moment when I have to put on a show,

that everyone believes is truth,

but that I know,

is just another face of my many;

and the butterflies keep whirling,

the excitement,

the adrenaline.

 

The look on a baby’s face when it’s all scrunched up from crying,

and how it changes bit by bit,

from the chin up,

when you make that little face smile again.

 

Breathing in the scent of a man,

as I lean into him,

my arms entwined

around his strong forearm,

surrounded by the masses,

as we stroll through the drizzly,

vibrant night streets of London.

 

Listening to music while on a journey,

loudly,

and hearing the full song to the end when I’ve already switched off the engine,

some time ago.

 

Reading a book that makes me laugh,

or cry,

or get angry,

or any of the aforementioned combination;

or simply enlightens me,

helps me escape to worlds of wonder,

and detachment.

 

Walking out of an office building in winter,

it’s already dark –

but taking comfort when I look up,

and see a blanket

of stars,

pinpricks in thick dark blue velvet.

 

Waiting to catch a bus or a train,

in the early morning hours,

when it’s frosty out –

I’m all wrapped up warm,

cosey hat and scarf up to my bottom lip,

I see my breath come out in playful swirls,

then dissipate.

 

Going for a walk on a crisp winter morning,

just as the sun is rising,

its rays strike the stark empty branches of a tree,

dividing through them,

to bounce off the sparkling dew-crystallised grass below,

on the other side.

 

The sound of waves as they lap gently

against a moon-drenched shore,

the wind a veritable friend

chasing the waves

cooling the heat of my skin

as I sit there silently,

watching,

listening.

 

Springtime in a forest,

the sounds of the birds,

the light of the sun streaming through the tree tops

the baby green of the plant life

erupting all around you.

 

Laughing,

laughing a lot

and even at the wrong moments –

but it’s good for my soul

and those around me,

so why stop being a wee bit silly?

 

I love these moments… and so many more.

 

 

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