Autumn sunset

Sunset on Oct 27th – no filter applied!
Peacing my thoughts
Before the world darks
I forwarded myself into the light
Believing that magic still exits

I hearted my feelings
For a few minutes
The golden possibled my being
Magnetically

I listened to my intuition
And didn’t science my soul
I let go of expectations
I was sevening again

Joining Moonwashed Musings – the prompt is Magnetic

AND

Joining W3 poetry challenge, Melissa‘s prompt is below. The words I’ve chosen are in italics in my poem.

Melissa’s prompt guidelines,

Verb: a word used to describe an action, state, or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence, such as hear, become, happen.

Prompt

  1. Write a poem in any form, no more than 40 lines;
  2. Take a handful (5) of the words in the table below and use them in your poem as verbs;
    • You may combine a word with a hyphen and another word that is a verb if you wish.
    • Examples:
      1. I abouted him now more than ever before.
      2. The autumn wind leaf-flooded the road.

Table of words

aboutherselfpeace
becausehighpossible
camerahowscience
carindustryseven
darkitselfsix
despitelatesouth
entiremachinespeech
footmoneytoward
formernicetwo
heartotheryes

W3 :: The changing seasons

Starting a new life
Precious moments are always remembered
Resilience
Instigated by curiosity
Never look back
Give yourself a chance
Sun, sea, and sand
Unforgettable moments
Memories of freedom
Memories of joy
Excitation and whispers
Recreating dreams
Falling 
Apart, melancholy
Letting go of the faith
Leading you to the abysm
Wonderland
Investing in yourself
Never gives up
The transition is short
Eternal hope
Releasing guilt

Joining W3 – prompt chosen by Diana

Is there something to be thankful for?

From my mom’s wedding china set.

Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. My dad passed away a few days ago. I feel alone, part of me is gone. My mother passed away in 2011, now I’ve no parents, it’s a feeling of abandonment. It seems I was walking on a tightrope with each one of them holding one of my hands. I still had my father holding me when my mother left, so I kept the balance, he wouldn’t let me fall. Now, my hands are free and I need to keep the balance by myself. As I write this I’m thinking maybe I was the one who abandoned him, I could have done more for him, I could have been more present, I could have done this and that. 

Grief and guilt for sure walk hand in hand. The what ifs which have followed all my life get stronger at this time. I’m constantly journaling and meditating, trying to understand each step of the grieving process. At some moments the pain hits hard but most of the time I’m calm, trying to observe my feelings from a distance instead of diving deeper into them. 

Is there something to give thanks? Yes, I have many things to be thankful for. This year in particular my thanks go to my parents, for their love, strength, honesty, dignity, values, their simplicity and smile, how they always put us kids in the first place and did everything possible and sometimes the impossible to help us to grow and thrive in this world. 

They left us (3 kids, 4 grandkids, 2 grand grandkids) with many material treasures, but the most important of all are the memories which we will keep forever and hopefully pass through many generations. 

Thank you for being here with me and I hope you have something to give thanks today!

What’s missing?

It is a cloudy day, raining coming and going. Silence. I’m in the living room looking through the window, trying to find words, organizing my thoughts. 

I baked a cake and read a few pages. My thoughts are coming and going as the rain. I don’t have stillness; I need someone, something.

I open my laptop, my blog, and jump to the reader. Sadje’s question pops up: Is anything missing from your life? 

Myself! 

I don’t have doubts, my answer is: I miss myself. 

I miss the years which went by so fast, I miss the opportunities I didn’t take, I miss the time I could have spent close to the people I loved, I miss the past. I got lost on the journey. I miss myself, the true-self who is masked by a pretense of being a daughter, wife, mother, employee …, many layers hiding myself. 

Who am I when I’m disrobed of all the titles above? 


Autumn’s delish

Hello my friends, I hope you are enjoying the new season. Autumn started yesterday here in Canada. I’m so glad it was a Sunday and I could sleep in and I had a delicious breakfast which included pumpkin pie and my homemade plum jam. I also decorated the table with a white pumpkin, it is a tradition for me, every year I buy 3 white pumpkins, I keep them on one of my windowsills during the season. I had a wonderful creamy coffee in my pumpkin mug.

The weekend was beautiful, surprising warm for this time of year and wonderful for going out and taking photos.

These are a few shots from the weekend.

Well, a new week is starting, I hope to keep the weekend vibes with me, I know it is impossible, but I’ll try my best.

Have a great new season!

New Season

Hello everyone, long time since I showed up here. I thought it was time to catch up. 

Spring and summer went by in a hurry. It feels like yesterday when the first blooms were starting to show up in my garden. I’m writing this post and looking at the yellow leaves on the ground. Yes, Autumn is coming with all the coziness and beautiful colours of the season.

I wish my creativity and inspiration get a booster as well. I haven’t done much in the last few months, all my projects were put on hold. It was like taking a break from myself and focusing on work and family. I miss my ‘me time’ and just realized I also miss myself. 

Missing myself,  it’s such an interesting feeling. I feel disconnected from my values, simplicity and joy. I didn’t journal, run, or go out with my camera in the summer. These are the stuff I’m missing; the time and the fun of doing something just for me. 

I have been reading a lot, 36 books only this year, but it’s an intake of information. While reading I’m not producing anything, I’m not creating, or expressing myself. 

Last weekend I went out, I left my cocoon and wandered around the neighbourhood with my camera. It was nice to connect to nature and with myself.  

I hope you are doing well and enjoying the change of the seasons.

Sunday Thoughts

On my kitchen table this morning:

  • Roses – Valentines from hubby
  • My journal – blank pages waiting for words
  • A cup of coffee – coconut milk, cinnamon with a shot of expresso
  • A beautiful pen – also hubby’s gift. He knows my passion for gorgeous stationery.
  • New garden stickers – a “me gift”. I got it to cheer me up, still winter here with snow, cloudy and windy days, so a little bit of flowers on my pages will bring spring to my dreams.

Wishing a peaceful Sunday to you!

W3 :: Winter blues

On my way
Walking along by the river
I spotted this light pole
Standing still, strong
Undisturbed by the snowstorm
Nobody, nothing can break its peace
I took my gloves off and snapped a photo
To take back home
Just as a reminder


The Winter blues are here
Disturbing inner peace
Hold on tight to yourself


Joining David’s W3 – jamb-jitsu poetry form

new year :: new journal

2024 morning pages journal

Introducing my 2024 journal. A fresh start for the new year with a new journal. This one is a gift from my husband. I love the cover and the pages are thick. I can use markers without staining the back side of the pages.

I always start the year with a new journal for my morning pages. It doesn’t matter how many blank pages I have left from the previous one. I love the feeling of opening it up the first thing in the morning, a new chapter begins.

Of course I have more than one journal going on at the same time. Each one with a different purpose.

2023 journals

Last year I used the blue one for morning pages, the tiny ones on the top for poetry, quotes and daily notes; and the magenta on the bottom for art pages, cards, photos … I’ll keep using some of them in 2024, they still have blank pages or I have bought new inserts for them.

I haven’t made any resolutions for this year, but I’m planning on lots of writing and creative projects. No pressure only going with the flow.

And you? New journals, new resolutions?

Happy 2024!