yellow
catching my breath
mellow
sunshine and summer
welcoming radiant days
freedom and lightness
the beans of power
bitter and hot, delicious
at the crack of dawn
snowflakes and freezing
on my doorsteps, going out
hat, scarf, gloves and boots
Lots of tulips at the grocery store last weekend! All colours, spring was in the air, I almost forgot the freezing weather outside. I got the yellow ones to warm up my home and my mood. This poem depicts my mornings this week, the yellow tulips on the kitchen countertop, the coffee brewing, the warm indoors contrasting with the cold and the snow outside. Hope you find wonderful flowers on your way today, if not in the garden at least at the grocery store!
winter blues
it's dragging me down
bright colours
lifting up
creativity
stagnation
Middle of January is always difficult, winter blues guiding to lack of creativity. I hadn’t worked on any art page for so long, today I decided to add yellow and pink to a page. A pop of colour to lift my mood. I like my choice of colours: yellow and pink! Yellow means happiness and reminds me of sunshine; pink is related to self-care and love. This reminded me to buy flowers this weekend!
moon
new moon
a fresh start
a bright new year
and what to wish for?
a blank page, or canvas
to be overflowing with
delight, respect and boundaries
for now, twinkle lights and soft music
until tomorrow, always tomorrow
It’s 6 pm, Jan 2nd, Sunday, new moon. I’m in my living room looking at the Christmas tree and thinking that it is always about tomorrow. A new day, a new challenge, a new me, a new…, STOP! I told myself, this moment is what matters, the twinkle lights, the snow outdoors, the warmth of indoors. Words and verses are dancing in my mind, finding their way to the keyboard and this poem is born.
Tanka Tuesday, taste the rainbow for Jan 3rd. The colorful twinkle lights are the rainbow 🌈 in this poem. No photo, I leave to your imagination to compose the scene.
Hello and Happy 2022 to you! If you are following for a while you know every year I choose a word to focus on during the year. It’s a tiny thing but always brings me back to the moment. This year I’ve chosen R E S P E C T.
Basically, RESPECT in relation to setting limits and boundaries for me. Setting barriers for protecting my values, mind and body.
In another hand, I need to give more space to my kids, young adults, to explore and to speak up their wishes and thoughts. I need to let go of my helicopter mother instinct. So, in this case, it is respecting their boundaries.
I’ve just come back from a long overseas trip. If you have noticed I haven’t posted for a while. I had many triggers during this trip, both physically and emotionally. I’m still processing them, but it’s clear that the lack of self-respect and boundaries is something I need to work on.
Journaling is my form of therapy. Using words or/and images I express myself and make sense of my thoughts. I’m pleased the page number for my first page of this year is the 100th. It has a feeling of resetting, starting anew. I used to have a new journal for the new year, but I’ve given up this habit. Now I just keep going with my pages, freedom of choice.
It’s wonderful to travel, to go away a little, but the best is to come back home, to come back to myself.
moments
childlike wishes
the precious turquoise wings
secret message for the chosen
loved ones
connected by a split second
to the intuition
eternally
belief
Today’s prompt for Gratitude week with Michelle is about being grateful for paying attention and awareness to our surroundings and feelings. When I’m in my garden I pay attention to all the tiny little things/moments: a bird song, a butterfly, a feather, all the beauty that makes me smile, and also, to the not so nice stuff, like worms, beetles that eat my beautiful plants and make me angry. Well, I pay attention, and one day without expecting a dragonfly sits on a leaf close by, and at that moment I knew it wasn’t only an insect on a leaf but a beautiful messenger delivering love when I needed most.
Tanka Tuesday is week is “Write a butterfly cinquain (2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2) and include a colour”. I didn’t have a recently butterfly photo, however this dragonfly is gorgeous and perfect for my poem.
The days are getting shorter and shorter. It’s dark when I leave home in the mornings and when I come back later in the afternoon. I like this feeling of grounding and going inwards this time of the year when we start to pay more attention to being and not just doing. Although I miss the sunlight entering my studio through the window, I enjoy the twinkle lights I’ve in there. The softness that comes with them, little tiny dots of light. I’ve twinkles on my dressing mirror as well, they are shining at me while a get dressed.
Today starts Gratitude week with Michelle, I’m looking forward to it as I know her posts will be just wonderful to turn my focus on what matters and to be grateful for the tiny things I’ve close to me. You can check out gratitude week and other of her lovely offerings here.
Today I’m grateful for my journaling practice. Over the years this practice has helped me to know myself, to understand situations and people and to clarify my mind when I had it clouded with thoughts.
Hope you have a great week ahead and focus on gratitude.
Red is today’s theme for Beach Walk and Reflections. I’m so happy my photos are featured in Frank’s beautiful post! His posts are always calming and grounding. If you don’t know Frank yet, please visit his blog and have some beach bliss! 🙂
Click the video above for 2 minutes of background waves while reading.
I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
Red is not a typical color naturally found on this beach. I occasionally see tints of red in some shells – most commonly on black shells. This time of year, a common sight is a red flag serving as a warning to visitors of water’s hazardous conditions. A double red flag aims to keep people dry by closing the water.
vine
power
gratitude
breathing, pulsing
colours and textures
the roots are firm, waiting
changes, seasons are turning
they are claiming the vanished space
fingers pointing to the infinite
forbidden and once taken for granted