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Proportionate Passion...?
18 Jan 2007 | public | email this page
What do you miss most from your youth?
For me..It’s the naivety and innocence of it all. The unadulterated hope, untainted with jade and cynicism. In today’s world we kill or subvert our passion and spontaneity and call it maturity. We measure every move and countermove, thinking, thinking thinking and when we finally get round to acting, the actions themselves seem to be simply just that an act. It’s a best measured response rather what we actually feel. It’s all within reason. , it’s the correct response but it’s not our response
For me..It’s the naivety and innocence of it all. The unadulterated hope, untainted with jade and cynicism. In today’s world we kill or subvert our passion and spontaneity and call it maturity. We measure every move and countermove, thinking, thinking thinking and when we finally get round to acting, the actions themselves seem to be simply just that an act. It’s a best measured response rather what we actually feel. It’s all within reason. , it’s the correct response but it’s not our response
The power of choice
18 Dec 2006 | public | email this page
At the bright and slowly becoming not quite so young age of 23, I am a your typical female. I hope that one day I’ll meet a good, chivalrous man, settle down, get married and have your average 2.5 kids….and yet as much as I want that, there is a part of me that is deathly afraid of it.
I’m usually quite straightforward, logical and dare I say masculine in my approach to many things. Predominantly I see it in my relationships, particularly my romantic ones. Don’t get me wrong I still love my high heeled shoes, my beautiful long ball gowns and the pleasure that comes from receiving true chivalry.
I’m usually quite straightforward, logical and dare I say masculine in my approach to many things. Predominantly I see it in my relationships, particularly my romantic ones. Don’t get me wrong I still love my high heeled shoes, my beautiful long ball gowns and the pleasure that comes from receiving true chivalry.
Poetry In Motion
21 Nov 2006 | public | email this page
Human Relationships.
Recently, without searching, I found it easy to draw a parallel between them and the relationship that exists between a horse and rider:
The way you hold the reins - thats it ....just hold, with nothing but weight of the rein in your hands - to the the hold on which you have on one another. No clenched fists and tight hand, just a gentle maintained yet relaxed tension. Each submitting to anothers others will.
Recently, without searching, I found it easy to draw a parallel between them and the relationship that exists between a horse and rider:
The way you hold the reins - thats it ....just hold, with nothing but weight of the rein in your hands - to the the hold on which you have on one another. No clenched fists and tight hand, just a gentle maintained yet relaxed tension. Each submitting to anothers others will.
"Can we still be friends?" Well...Can we?
29 Jul 2006 | public | email this page
The term 'friend' is banded around now-a-days with relative ease and seems to apply to all meaning of catagories..its just become the default setting. And in this default setting, one seems willing to accept lower standards of behaviour from those people called ‘friends’
Reliabilty, Respect, Support, Honesty and Trustworthiness…these are all qualities I consider prerequisite for a true friend. Earlier this year, I learnt a hard truth about who my friends are..and the answers I got back were in many cases not what I was expecting. Harsh disappointment and disbelief at the wolves in sheeps clothing and total surprise and immense gratitude at those who showed up completely unannounced.
Reliabilty, Respect, Support, Honesty and Trustworthiness…these are all qualities I consider prerequisite for a true friend. Earlier this year, I learnt a hard truth about who my friends are..and the answers I got back were in many cases not what I was expecting. Harsh disappointment and disbelief at the wolves in sheeps clothing and total surprise and immense gratitude at those who showed up completely unannounced.
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