– FlorenceT
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Month: March 2015
Music detour – Heartbeat Song & Lonely Tonight
Well for some reason I have been writing about love this week on Meanings and Musings… what love is and letting love happen.
So I will go with the flow… and post this song. Enjoy!
You, where the hell did you come from?
You’re a different, different kind of fun
And I’m so used to feeling numb…
This is my heartbeat song and I’m gonna play it
Turned it on…
Until tonight I only dreamed about you
I can’t believe I ever breathed without you…
And then, while exploring music magazines, this song caught my eye. Let me say I am not usually a Country fan but something about this …
So, here’s a not-so-recent song about…not love, rather vulnerability, loneliness and perhaps a little denial about what’s enough. Again, enjoy!
We don’t have to be lonely tonight
(Need you, want you, I’m right here)
We don’t have to be lonely tonight
(I know we shouldn’t, but I don’t care)
I don’t wanna be right, I don’t wanna be strong
I just wanna hold you ’til the heartbreak’s gone
When the sun comes up, we can both move on
But we don’t have to be lonely tonight…
One more, one last time…
Have a fabulous weekend. Turn it on and turn it up 😉
– FlorenceT
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#Haiku Prompt Challenge 37 – Foul, Sweet
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #37 – Foul, Sweet
Foul play, sweet revenge
Taste of blood such flagrant joy
Who will I love next.
– FlorenceT
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“Thinks Like A Guy”
30 Things To Expect From A Woman Who’s Been Told She “Thinks Like A Guy” (As If It’s Some Kind Of Compliment… – http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtCatalog/~3/ztfcKSnc-LI/story01.htm
And the bully?
As I sit down to write about bullying and to be part of the collective voice of #1000Speak on ‘Buildin
g for Bullying’, I can’t help but ask, “what about the bully?“
Let me say this first up – bullying is unacceptable. It is hurtful, it is harming… it has potential long term effects on those involved, including the bully. It can be traumatic.
What constitutes bullying? It is as much the fear-inducing acts of harassment, violence, coercion, intimidation, as it is about the target’s perception of the acts themselves. It is a two-way street – what is considered bullying by one, may be perceived by another as a mere ‘pain in the butt’ because bullying is about fear. Our individual relationship with fear is different.
‘Bullying’ is a behaviour – when we use THE word, IT gives colour, tone, images of certain actions which cumulatively and subjectively become acts of bullying. The word ‘bully’ also has a certain flavour – when used, IT goes from being a subjective description of a person doing certain acts to an absolute ‘objective’ definition of a person. Isn’t it usually the case, when we refer to a person as a bully, we see an immovable, unchangeable ‘thing’ called a bully, whatever the essence of that ‘thing’ may be in our minds? When someone calls me a control-freak and often enough, I am looked upon, assessed and seen through the lens of ‘control’.
The theory of reflexivity suggests that we are constructed by our being in the world, that is we are changed by the expectations, norms, rules, technologies etc. of the world we live in, and we also construct the world by being in it. Our presence – all that we say and do – contributes to change in our world.
So, as we label someone ‘a bully’, are we as part of his world contributing to a process of solidifying the abhorrent behaviours he has exhibited? Are we somehow creating a certain acceptance that those are the behaviours we expect from her? Are we giving the impression that that is all we can expect of him, that that is all she is capable of? What becomes of the bully? When one is labelled a bully and often enough, what is one to become but the label?
I know there is no simplistic model for the bullying phenomenon – no ‘if i change this bit here, then all will be well’. It is complex. Though perhaps if we begin by refusing to label a person a bully though condemning the actions, our compassion is a step towards a direction of change, and hopefully a positive one.
What I have said so far by no means undermine the person experiencing bullying. This is a look at the other side of the equation, and to show some compassion for the actor who has learnt to express his or her anger, hurt, fear, unworthiness etc. through harming others. To show compassion is not to condone, but seeking to understand and to love.
We can learn the art of fierce compassion – redefining strength, deconstructing isolation and renewing a sense of community, practicing letting go of rigid us-vs.-them thinking – while cultivating power and clarity in response to difficult situations. Sharon Salzberg
– FlorenceT
As an aside, I cannot resist this video of a 4-year old’s response when she was told she looked ugly. That’s a ‘high-five’ from me! 🙂
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#Haiku Prompt Challenge 36 – Field, Beacon
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #36 – Field, Beacon
Field of infinite
possibilities, out there
Beacon from within.
– FlorenceT
This haiku came to me almost immediately as I look at the two word prompts (mhmm…I wonder why); and as I write this post, this song kept nudging at me. So here is the music video of an amazing singer with an incredible voice, who has lived what seems to be a rather tumultous life, with her 2001 award-winning song ‘Shine’.
Wow, what a lot of adjectives 🙂 Enjoy!
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18 Quotes to Inspire Writers, Bloggers–Everyone.
As I said, I’m a sucker for a good quote…and there are many here!
The guy that came up with the Positivity campaign has a problem as he sits here and begins typing. He needs to think of something to write about. Part of the beginning an article with an idea yet to be developed is 
pressure to write an article that is specifically about a certain topic. I gave ideas for others involved to do if they wanted help thinking of something. I am contrary to myself at times. I wanted to do an article instead. I think I like to hear myself type. Now, here I am—writer’s blocked.
As I typed those last two words, the idea came to me. There is something that gets in the way of all of us at times. It keeps us from being positive as often as we could. Did you see the words be positive all of the time in that last sentence?
I may…
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5 Psychological Blocks that Stop Bloggers (and Writers) Going from Good to Great
May I suggest this applies to living life and all that our soul compels us to be… yeah, let me begin with writing!
Hi all:
I was checking through some blogs and found one that I felt spoke to me and I thought I’d share it with you to see if it resonates with you too. The original post was in Problogger and it’s a guest contribution by a psychologist, Dr Alice Boyes. You can read it here. Although the title of the post is: 5 Psychological Blocks that Stop Bloggers Going from Good to Great, I felt those apply to writers in general, and of course, many of us are also bloggers.
To summarise, Dr Boyes mentions five blocks to developing a blogger’s (read writer’s) career:
- Imposter Syndrome. You aren’t good enough, you aren’t really a writer, how can you compare with others, who are you trying to fool…This blocks you as you don’t feel you should reach to others whom you view as true… (bloggers, writers, authors…)…
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#Haiku Prompt Challenge 35 – Miss, Past
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #35 – Miss, Past
Miss, ever wondered
Why your words don’t matter much
That’s all in the past?
– FlorenceT
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Angels in your life
I often wonder how I got here… an island girl from South-East Asia. And I don’t always see what has brought me here. And I commonly forget to count my blessings, to appreciate the gifts and grace that were my companions through it all.
Yes, I can pat myself on the back, and congratulate myself for my courage, my strength, my tenacity, my fine instincts, my foresight, my intelligent sensible mind, etc. but I’d like to believe I have angels in my life.
Let me clarify what I mean by ‘angels’.
My felt-sense of angel is this: it is unconditional acceptance, unwavering attention, attending beauty, a space in which I can fly and know I will land within its safe reach. It is safety, comfort and love!
I have many angels throughout my life, one of which is books, the other music. They have been my refuge, they have been that place which I seek my solace. They have lifted me, enlightened me, given me great joy!
There have been people who, in their own ways and sometimes unbeknown to even them (and I at the time), supported me, compelled me to realize who I truly am.
What or who are your angels? Where do you go, my lovely, when you need comfort and love?
So here I share a piece of music that has touched me in many ways, its meaning changing at times.
May you find comfort in the arms of your angel!
– FlorenceT
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