Posted in Wordpress photo challenge, Writing

You see it this way, I see it that way.

Graceful

By day, this tree is just a tree.

When night fills the sky though, it’s arms stretch out like a tree doing Pilates in the grandest of fashions and they reach into the blue for as far and as long as they can possibly go.

Passers by turn their heads and stare, as if waiting for the show to begin. Their eyes widen and remain fixed on this Graceful living, breathing botanical beauty that is art.

This tree is as much a part of this scene as a cold hand seeking the warmth of a perfect fitting glove.

Harmonious, peaceful, proud and content in its skin-it’s a perfect fit.

Yet in the daylight, it goes unnoticed. It blends, preferring to remain anonymous.

I asked a man the other day what he thought of ‘the tree’.

And he said this:

“Which tree? Oh, yes. You mean the one with a body full of the largest green leaves I’ve ever seen. The one with all it’s branches, hidden behind it’s leafy coat. I know the one. I love the way the sunlight brings it alive. It’s rays reflecting off its leafy surfaces like a heavenly glow. I’ve never much noticed it a night though. At night, it is simply a tree to me”

Same tree. Different eyes.

photo-3-10-2016-22-11-33

Posted in blogging, Life, Stories, Writing

Unseen and Unheard

Why have I not been writing? Good question. I have been wondering that myself for some time, and I’ve come up with nothing solid. No simple lightbulb moment that’s hit me in the head and said “oh that’s why”.

Writing is like breathing to me. Essentially, mandatory stuff to keep me alive and well. However, for some reason, the urge I once had to express myself was replaced with a preference for silence. A silence within me that smothered the words and the stories and the desire to share.

Was I sick of the sound of my own voice and inflicting  my repetitive personal thoughts onto all of you?

Was I concerned about judgement, disapproval, or the misinterpretation of my message?

Perhaps it was a combination of all of the above with a bit of fear and a bit of “what is really  the point?” thrown in.

Those who know me have born the brunt of my writing inactivity with a bombardment of new hobbies, adopted by my restless self to fill the creative gap. However like a dog begging to be taken for a walk, the words in my head would tug at my fingertips in desperation.

The fear of exposing my personal thoughts to the world was repeatedly superimposed on me by more than one source.

“Don’t air your dirty laundry in public”

“What is wrong with you?”

However that fact that I listened, is what stopped me writing in the first place. Ironic? Terribly. However as soon as I began hesitating before putting pen to paper, and as soon as I ceased being myself as a result of others opinions, judgements or expectations, I realised I needed to re-examine my sense of self and my reason for writing in the first place.

It is all over, when you change yourself to suit others-bottom line. FORGET IT! It just doesn’t work and pretending, is incompatible with happiness.

All that is uniquely YOU is lost. All that is SPECIAL is buried deep underneath sensitivities and self doubt and all of that ridiculous rot that has absolutely no place in the real, honest, raw world. The world that adores us for who we truly are. A world that pains for less plastic and more of the real deal.

What is writing anyway? It is simply connection.

Sometimes words connect, and sometimes they don’t…

What I have learned, is that when they do, it’s not only magical, it’s important. Connection is what keeps us alive. It’s what helps us  feel understood, and validated and loved and valued. Cliché cliché cliché , bla bla bla…but I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if I ever, ever, forget that again.

For any part of you that you willingly share, be it only a part, will resonate with those that it is designed to reach, and that is all that matters…

So why did I stop writing?

…because I lost sight of what was important to me.

Are you unsettled?

Re-align your vision, listen to your own voice and allow yourself to re-discover who you are, what you need, who you want to be with, and what is truly important;

TO YOU.

Unseen

Posted in blogging, Daily muse, Photography, Writing

Ambience

This photo was taken in a small park in the centre of Cairns, Australia. Recently redeveloped, it now houses a spectacular outdoor amphitheatre, home to many concerts and theatrical productions.

Whenever I lay eyes on this space, I am instantly drawn to the lighting. This wonderland of spooky trees and fairy lights has me searching for witches on broomsticks, knights on horses and swarms of little people running around raking leaves manicuring its landscape.

Ambience

 

file-15-1-17-13-06-01file-15-1-17-13-05-25file-15-1-17-13-06-18

Posted in blogging, Deep, Life, Writing

Winning the battle

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

WINNING THE BATTLE

~Nicole Martin

I am sitting here in silence and darkness and strangely I am still alert.
It’s very rare that this happens at this time of night without me instantly fighting sleep-life is never predictable.
It’s like the hammer has ceased banging my head into the ground, and I am able to reflect without distraction.

The boys are all asleep-it’s been a long day for them. I ran around earlier and put clean sheets on the beds, closed all the windows and turned on the air conditioning. There is something about making the environment nice for my boys, that is quietly satisfying as a wife and mother. Not sure what that is, or where it comes from. Instinct?

Perhaps it’s the feeling of tucking them in, and knowing they are safe and resting comfortably under my modest little tin roof, that draws out the deepest, most raw sense of security and relief within my subconscious me.

Relief that we’ve all been blessed to get through another day.

Relief that I’ve managed to drag my way through work and school lunches and dishes and school bags and dirty clothes just well enough for all to be content, whilst they rest under warm doona’s in the crispest of sheets in the coolest of aircon, in a blissfully unconscious and unbothered state of sleep.

I stare at them.

Look at how tightly closed their eyes are. Look at their little heads soaking up the softness of their pillow below. Look at their hair, all young and thick and all over the place, falling as it pleases, and resting exactly where it lands.

They breathe softly whilst their now big boy bodies concentrate on growing into men. I bought them that bed, and those pyjamas, and that pillow. I am proud that we as parents have managed to do that, when we had no idea what we were doing-at first. I am relieved, that despite the challenges we have faced as parents, and all of the problems we never managed to solve, they have grown up anyway, and they’re ok.

And now I will join my boys and share in their journey of subconscious bliss until tomorrow. When it all starts over, and the wheel once again groans and then quickly gains momentum, turning in time with life. All are forced to jump aboard and fend for themselves dodging obstacles, passing through fields of yellow daffodils, collecting money as they pass go, and heading to jail in times of bad luck.

But the wheel will always stop. Giving us time to reflect on the chaos, and allowing us to realise that the peace that happens every now and then, is the result, of winning the battle.

Posted in Daily muse, Writing

‘A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there…’

‘The Steady churning of the ceiling fan above me is subtle, but for some reason it heightens my senses. I can hear it, and it is soothing-as are you. A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there…’

cropped-478248430_a932f1d8a9_o1.jpg

Now You See Me

by Nicole Martin

🌞

I can see you, I really can.

Yesterday I couldn’t, but today-I definitely can

You are a soft, mellow breeze, not cool, but coolish that barely brushes my cheek

You are the pristine air outside, crisp- like new sheets, clean-like a new business shirt, fresh-like a freshly bathed baby, soft yellow and deep blue- the kissing of sun and sky

Clarity- you are so clear, so still, so comfortable in your skin

You have shred a few kilo’s today and you are lighter

The dense, heaviness, of last week and your hazy, wet expression is in hibernation-for now

I saw you then and you were not like you are today-tranquil- almost sleepy-but not so

Oh look, the Butterflies are back! I can see them everywhere, frolicking in the blooms.

The bees, there they are,  buzzing around busily eating nectar-I wonder what they talk about. Do they prefer you as you are today? Do they wake up from their beds and hum a song of joy when they see your spectacular sight?

A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there…’

and the birds, what about them? They are often missing when you are grey and you steam up and drop your rain. When you throw out a wind that sends sticks flying, and you roast us all like peanuts in the oven. Today though, they are all here, gossiping happily to one another as they have morning tea-the creatures are loving you today-as am I.

The steady churning of the ceiling fan above me is subtle, but for some reason it is heightening my senses. I can hear it, and it is soothing, as are you. A lonely strand of hair is lost-it tickles my eye, but I leave it there.

My eyes are heavy, everything is so still and sedating-except the birds, they are very noisy, but even they, are sending me away from you and into the restful state of sleep

I see you, I really do-for today

but will you be invisible tomorrow beautiful day?

Is your presence fleeting?

Does it really matter?

Of course, it doesn’t, does it?

For the important thing, is that I see you now-and what a miraculous sight, and what a miraculous feeling.

MY FAVOURITE POST FOR TODAY’s PROMPT?

CLICK ON THE ABOVE LINK TO FIND OUT

It’s simple, honest, and well-written. All the signs of a good writer.

Thankyou

Sarahscapes