Initially...
what happened was quite unexpected,
and quite frankly left her wondering
and a bit breathless...

It was more about ''giving it time and establishing trust''...
well that's what she was thinking

However as time went on
she wondered about the outcome....
 and the big questions.

She wanted answers
but she knew that it was all
a work in progress.

 

Just Words....

Today it's just words....

I can't say yes,

and I can't say no.

I want to say yes to your tightrope to the edge.

To having too much fun.

To long lingering looks and soft touches.

Squeezes and deep kisses.

To being lost in a zone that's not often visited.

To being on the other side and to getting perspective.

I want to say no to my fears and convention.

To the unspoken broken trash heap that we've visited before.

No to usual, trivial, fearful.

Yes to acknowledging the complex.

To finding the balance and harmony in the tension.

To beauty and fragility.

To the bit that you let go in order to find the "sweet true spot'

In the other.

Connection and re-connection.

Individual yet seeking the other.

I want to say yes, 

I want to say no.

( To be honest it's not just words..

it's thoughts and wishes and dreams 

and a whole lot of what's hard to get right 

when dealing with relationships in the real world)

Guest Spot...

This is a reflection from "Maxie"
thanks for sharing darling...
love your work.

Ewe...

Faith gives ewe a tightrope to walk on...

The journey of life isn't just about
getting from point A to point B...

It's about lots of little things like...
 taking small steps, focus, balance and practice.

Having trust or belief that you're on a path
 that's meant to be...

That you're learning and noticing lots of little things along the way,
 staying in the moment.

Not being overwhelmed by the thought of what's ahead,
 realising how far you've come
 and that all of those little steps
 are going to make the next bit possible.

Rozie Does The Math...

Rozie wrote a "you and me" comparative list of priorities...

(Just to get the lay of the land.)

 She was hoping to get a bit of objectivity.

Really...  it didn't look promising.

Privately, she wondered about being back at square one...


Sometimes dear viewer you get disappointed,

For whatever reason in committing to a certain path of potential relationship
(read talking, texting and old fashioned.... "getting to know you")
you hope for certain relational  outcomes...

 You believe that there are reasonable obligations
 and positive ways of communicating 
that are ongoing...
( think flow and movement).

 When that flow or whatever,
 is interrupted with no explanation,
 one really does wonder what's going on.

  One contemplates the fact that one is dealing with
a distinctly difficult situation.

Which quite frankly has the potential to provoke feelings of rejection 
and loss that is all too painful.

It means one has a a whole lot of unwanted homework.

Join The Dots...

There's always a lot going on,
some good some not so good.

That's why it's important to take the time
  to find things and ways to celebrate.

Little Amelia...

Little Amelia felt a certain stirring of the winds of change.
She was restless with a quiet sense of hope and anticipation.

She knew that as all the little seeds
 were shaken loose and drifted on the breeze
they would eventually find places to settle.

  Growing and blossoming
into the fruit of dreams. 


That's the thing with hopes and dreams...
they start small,
but they're packed with potential.

What comes Next...

Little Amelia found she was always wondering
what was over there
and
what comes next...

She pondered, mused and used lots of imagination
 thinking about what might be possible.


In the end she realised that it was OK,
 she actually enjoyed the little distractions in her mind.

Although she still  had to deal with the
the present...
and do her best to live there.

Little Amelia...

She decided that she wanted to live life like she meant it...
with open eyes, arms, mind and heart...

She knew it wouldn't be easy,
but she believed that it would be worth it.

Life is always giving us opportunities
 to choose love over fear, it's never an easy choice,
but that's what's going to count in the end.

Amelia Goes All Botticelli...

Little Amelia wondered how different things would be if she was a great beauty.
How and why and if her life would  be better or more satisfying.
Would a different outside make a difference inside.

Would she be taken more seriously.
Would people think her wiser, kinder, more generous and loving.

Her conclusion was maybe...
but would it really be true.

It's always tempting to make judgements about the package...
that's the appeal of marketing,
however we know that it's not really a promise of quality.

When it comes down to it it's what's in your heart...

With A Little Help Fom Her Friends...

Amelia tried to take notice of "the moment"...
not rushing blindly forward or regretfully looking back.
Just trying to be "present' and see the special beauty of what exists now.

When all of that got a bit difficult or daunting
she relied on her friends to get her back on track.

She found that even her quirky and complicated relationships
had a way of helping her focus on or observe some important detail
that she'd previously missed,  overlooked
or just never noticed.
Sometimes that helped her get back to "the moment".

She found that when it came to friendships
variety was the spice of life.



Often our experience of the present is coloured by
 beliefs  about our life that really come from denial or blindness,
an inability to see things clearly because we're afraid....

A good way to get  perspective or deal with certain difficult situations,
 is to have trusted friends who can
help us reflect and negotiate some of our blind spots.
Sometimes those friends come in surprising packages.

Little Amelia...

When she looked at her reflection,
she found that she could see more than the surface.

It was possible to look deep inside herself
and to see her unique qualities.

It helped her to accept and get more comfortable with being her.

She knew it wasn't always possible for others
to understand or really see her.

But the more she understood herself,
the less that seemed to matter.

Amelia...

Her hands were so simple
and when she pressed them together
it was as if she made a wish or said  a prayer.

It seemed her deepest thoughts were set free to fly.
Winging their way to explore the big wide world of hopes and dreams.

Later they would return and whisper stories of courage, peace and beauty.

Although she seemed stuck in a certain place,
she always believed that she was part of much bigger things.

That's the thing...the struggle to believe.
 Even though you seem powerless in certain situations,
it's possible that life is  moving in a positive direction,
whether you can see it now or not.

Little Amelia...

Little Amelia could tell so much about a person,
by how they played, or interacted.

Because of her quietness,
others felt comfortable to share their doubts and fears...
 even their hopes and dreams.
or what was weighing on their hearts.

   She could recognise feelings and

      difficulties that were just below the surface.

It seemed that as people shared their joys and problems

they had a greater sense of themselves,

 and life made just a little more sense...

(Funny that at times it seems like we're doing nothing,

but really "the quiet little nothing"

is what gives space for a safe connection, 

and ends up to be "an important big something".)

  

Little Amelia...

For little Amelia it was all about imagination...
that was what made everything possible.

That's what made her real and bought her to life,
with imagination she could go anywhere
and do anything.

All she needed was someone to play with.

Little Amelia...

She had the sweet knowing smile of a Russian Princess...
 A poise and quiet  that cut through all pretence,
and went directly to the heart.

It was slightly disconcerting...
but the honesty of her connection was reassuring.

In reality she was no more than a wooden doll,
but mysteriously her delightful qualities
were all part of the imagination
of her creator....
In a way she was able to bring to life
some of the beauty and delight that at times he felt so keenly.