The Victim of Relationship

  He tries his best at everything he does.  He makes great efforts to be skilful with everything in which he is involved.  He explains himself to whoever, whenever, wherever and however nonetheless confusion manifests.  He gives his best.  He...

Comforting My Self...

    Lingering... An aura of confusion cyclones around me, usurping my balance.   I accept its essence but I can't ignore how it affects me, at least, not yet. I know the cause of its hold on me.  My fear perverts the future.   Experience...

TLC (Thoughts Lovers community) - 3 - I am, a Greunie entry

I am a story that writes itself.  A story unfolding second by second, changing, transforming, becoming. I am a narration unreeling on an ancient spool flickering in existence. Upon emerging unto a recording, the story continues playing out in an...

Nothing Here... Move Along

Love confused me completely until recently.  I wondered how love can be defined into different boxes.  How can a love for a mother, for a child, for a friend or for a lover be different?  In university, one of my courses, dealt with the many ‘styles’...

A Morning in October

Why is it difficult to write sometimes I ask myself?  I ask this for me and for others who once found writing here a reverent inspiration. When I sit allowing an unconscious stream of ideas that flow through my fingers on to a pristine white page,...

Scarlett's Why I blog... blog.

When Scarlett posed the question, "Why do you blog?" I was inspired to write as this question has risen in me many times through the four years of writing publicly on T.com. Every time my motivations were explored, I would find the same intent. I...

Morning Musings

My fingers poised over the keyboard, I watch my mind going through its fears, wondering what is the 'best' thing to write. Why would I want to write the best?  What exactly is the best anyway?  The best to whom?  Who decides what is best?  You say ...

Friday's Write

"The ancient Masters didn't try to educate the people, but kindly taught them to not-know. When they think that they know the answers, people are difficult to guide.  When they know that they don't know, people can find their own way."  (Tao Te...

A Single Question

Within a myriad of questions, there is a single question, the same for everyone.  Free will delivered through one question. Who would've thunk it? To be or not to be, that is the question. A simplification of everything, a condensing of all...

Loss From A Different Angle

If you reject my beauty as perceived through your judgements, am I not complicit in that rejection by agreeing I am not beautiful? If my presence is diminished by your attraction to greener pastures, why do I encourage my demise by believing only...

Finding Myself, Didn't Know I Was Lost

  These words will apply to you no matter how old you are!  I am in my sixties and continue to discover that who I thought was myself...   turned out to be NOT...   Get off your chair and move to the rhythm and rejoice... We...

One Dispute: one of many

The din could be heard from miles away. The trees were disputing who was better. The hardwood tree proudly said, "I am hardy therefore strong.  You are softwood therefore weak.  I am better than you." It was minutely noticeable but the softwood...

A Simple Truth

Given my age, intelligence, temperament, experience and talent this is the best I can do, however,  what is important is that I try my very best. If any one disagrees and criticizes my efforts claiming my trying is not good enough and that I fall...

The Undefinable

Soaring, climbing above the details, the overview appears layer by layer.  As I ascend higher and higher, these layers are absorbed one into another until I experience the growing oneness of my reality.  The dimensions fade into each other offering me...

Erika's Journey/a long rewarding one!

I am reposting Roe's blog concerning a beautiful Thoughster that once graced our halls.  She went under the name of cancersucks.  Ericka was a beautiful spirit that left the planet far too soon.  In her blog Roe explains more about this soul who would...

Trust In The Evening Of A Life

When we trust, we let go of planning. We stop projecting in order to control and cease clinging to specific outcomes. We stop insistently analyzing the odds and we slip into the flow. What is the flow? It is the next breath you will take.  It is...