Walking for joy

I love walking.

It is my choice of fitness. (along with some pretty hard hours at the gym.)

What I feel when I walk is missed from the window of a car, bus or train.
The breathing heart of a place, the angry streets, the bland backwashes and personality of the city.

Social Media

I wanted to share a poem I wrote about Social Media.
Yes I see the irony however it is something to think about. Enjoy

Feeding your starving soul

What do you long for?

What does your soul yearn to have by its side?

You need to bow down to the yearnings you have carried
ignoring them as you put your needs aside to feed the needs of those around us.

Tell me like it is

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where the ‘truth’ was withheld from you, removing your opportunity to make decisions, based on the facts? Once you discover the truth the sense of betrayal can be strong and work on … Read More

The pain and joy that are birthdays.

Birthdays.
Technically, it’s just another day – yesterdays tomorrow, and tomorrows yesterday.
Just another day.
On your birthday you are still only 1 day older than you were the day before.

The year we venture into another decade is always treated as significant.
As a celebration that we have made it this far and are still happy and healthy.
Or a warning of ticking time, unfulfilled dreams and an impending sense of becoming superfluous.

The betrayal of self doubt

I truly believed, somewhat naively, that when I hit mid-life, I would always back myself.
Self-doubt would be a stranger to me and well planted in my past.
That the tortuous and constant berating of oneself because of not being enough, would have taken a permanent vacation leaving me to thrive on my own.
I would step confidently into the world with nothing but words of self-love circling my now unoccupied head.

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