21st April 2013

“Open the windows
For, the kind breeze is celebrating the birthday of the beautiful flowers
And spring,
On each and every branches
Close to each young leaf,
Has turned on lovely candles!

All swallows have come back
Singing the lovely song of freshness

Our narrow street is filled with spring songs
And the cherry trees
Are all blossoms
To celebrate the birthday of every flower”

Fereydoon Moshiri, Believe in the Spring

This poem popped up on my twitter yesterday via a friend and I thought it very fitting for the long-awaited, beautifully sunny weekend we’ve been having. It’s amazing what some sunshine does to us!

1st April 2013

You can please some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time.

John Lydgate

I guess this also ties into my last post a little – that no matter how hard you try, someone isn’t going to be happy with your decisions at the end of the day and that needs to be accepted (as difficult as that can be.)

14th February 2013- love

“What will survive of us is love.” 

Philip Larkin

It’s Valentine’s day, but instead of writing something hideously soppy, I thought I’d write about the concept of love in general. Recently, it has become apparent to me that the concept and notion of love is truly at the core of everything. I knew this before, but now I know this and have seen it in practice too. Most human action can be fixed around the notion of love, giving love or receiving it. I just think it’s truly amazing that humans have this ability to over complicate things, and we do so much to make our lives more complex but at the end of the day, if we put Ocham’s razor to it, all we want is love and to be loved. Ultimately, that will beat everything.

(also Philip Larkin went to my school, yay!)

Happy Valentine’s.

5th January 2013

“You do not have to be good, you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

I think there is far too much pressure on people to act a certain way and to be a certain person, purely to meet other people’s expectations. I often wonder what is so wrong with having your own expectations for yourself, regardless of how they are percieved by others. People need to start asking ‘so what if I enjoy this?’ or ‘why do you care if I do that?’, because at the end of the day, if they do have a problem with you doing what you’re doing, then perhaps their opinions shouldn’t be so important to you anyway. (just a small rant, sorry!)

19th November 2012

Today, I was just thinking about fear, and how much power it has over people. I thought about how people quantify their fears and how they make it relative to things around them or other emotions they have experienced. Then I was reminded of this beautiful poem that I was shown by an old school teacher. It has an interesting, fresh perspective on things.

Our Greatest Fear

“Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.”

Marianne Williamson

30th Octber 2012 – Mum’s birthday and some memories

once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
licking my lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
‘The chocolate cake.’
It was the first thing
I thought of.”

Michael Rosen

This is a strange thing to quote for a birthday, but I remember my mother’s birthday 14 years ago – mainly because she spent it in hospital having given birth to my sister the day before. We took her a yummy chocolate cake and celebrated with her there. This poem is one we have read and enjoyed a few times too; thinking about it always puts a smile on my face. So gutted I’m not there to celebrate with Mum and my sister, but I’ll see them in a few days!