Quote (Poem) for the Day : The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Rumi



Poem for the Day : Not

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to,
And the one that you call home.
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of.
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.

Erin Hansen



Butterfly (It’s like love, apparently)

Butterfly (It’s like love, apparently)

Happy Monday everyone!  I wouldn’t often say those words because, ugh, Mondays!  Normally a pretty rotten day and not exactly joy-filled.  But today is a public holiday so I’m not at work.  Instead, I am procrastinating and getting nothing done in the house.  Nothing new there, right?  I have yet another rent inspection this week so I am supposed to be sorting stuff out and getting thing tidy, but I’m not.  So far today I have done one load of laundry, put away two items of clothing and watered my plants.  That’s pretty much it.  Sigh.  I have chronic slacker’s syndrome today.

I am also very much behind with regards to posting any blog stuff.  Sorry about that.  No excuses – just been busy and also a bit down in the dumps.  I try not to post when I am crabby or sad or mopey.  It doesn’t make for good writing.  I have also been away for the last few days (more on that later).  But, really, no valid excuses.

I was going to write a post about my weekend trip away but then I got distracted (as is my wont) and took some photos of a lovely little butterfly in my garden.  I’m sure he is some sort of succulent-ravaging beastie, but I think he is cute.  Look at those eyes!  And the jaunty way he holds himself!  I don’t know what kind of butterfly he is – lepidoptery isn’t exactly my forte.  But he is cute and made me smile, so that will have to do.


I’ve had the song “Love is like a Butterfly”  in my head for the past couple of hours now.  If you don’t know the song (because you’re not old like me), here’s a couple of links to people singing it :

Dolly Parton Check out the outfit! 🙂

Clare Torry Theme song version from the show “Butterflies”

And the lyrics if you’re so inclined to sing along ;

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicoloured moods of love are like it’s satin wings

Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
The multicoloured moods of love are like it’s satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like it’s satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

So that’s my silly post for today.  I will try and do better next time, I promise 🙂

Have a great week x

Blog Prompt : 26 Letters

Blog Prompt : 26 Letters

“Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet…”

Always searching

Bending backwards

Creating a sense of calm

Deflecting the hurt

Easing the ache

Forever hiding from harm

Gently existing

Hindering self

Intending to raise the alarm

Joyful dreaming

Kindred spirits

Leading with open arms

Meaningful silence

Nonsense embraced

Openly lying to charm

Patiently waiting

Quest incomplete

Relying on wit to disarm

Speaking no judgment

Traitor to none

Untruth sung out like a psalm

Wallows in self

X marks the spot

Youth remembered as balm

Zoo-like, her heart is caged.  Wild and shackled.  Free, yet tethered.  Beloved but forgotten.
Waiting for extinction, or release.  Whichever happens first.


A Fish Called Fatty

A Fish Called Fatty

I am called upon by friends & family to do many things.  Babysit kids?  No problem.  Help you move?  Done.  Organise weddings?  Sure.  Drive you to the airport?  Absolutely.  I’m happy to help, if I can.

One of the more out there requests I have had in recent years was to write a poem for a friend’s little girl, regarding the death of her beloved goldfish, Fatty.  I’d forgotten all about this until I found the poem, hidden in a stack of papers-to-be-sorted in my office (yep, I’m still tidying and clearing!).  My friend’s daughter, Katie*, was sad about her little friend, Fatty, dying, as goldfish are wont to do with alarming regularity (well, obviously the one goldfish can only die once…but if you have a few of them, well, you get what I’m saying!) and was having a bit of trouble getting over it.  So my friend asked me to write a little something that would make her smile again and feel comforted.  The resulting poem was written very hastily and while I was supposed to be finishing off a budget report, so please excuse any misuse of iambic pentameter, grammar or other rhyming conventions…

A Fish Called Fatty

There was a fish called Fatty
Who Katie loved a lot
She’d would never fry him up
Or cook him in a pot

A happy little goldfish
Fatty would swim around
He’d go “Bloop, Bloop” with his fishy mouth
But hardly make a sound

He wanted to be a rock star
But couldn’t really sing
Plus he couldn’t play guitar
Which was the annoying thing

So Fatty was content
To swim about all day
He liked to make Katie smile
And watch her as she played

“I am so lucky” he said one day
Whilst swimming and blooping about
“That Katie is mine and I am hers.
Why would I want to go out?”

Fatty lived a happy life
With never any sadness
He felt safe with Katie about
She filled his heart with gladness

Fatty is no longer with us
He had to pass away
But if he could talk to Katie now
This is what he’d say:

“Thank you for looking after me
and making my life great
I’ll miss you lots, now that I’ve gone
You were my bestest mate!

Now don’t be sad
And please don’t cry
I’m having fun
That’s not a lie

I get to play guitar now
And boy I’m getting good
I play for all the Angel Fish
In my neighbourhood!”

Apparently, the poem did the trick and cheered Katie up.  I think it is sometimes easy to dismiss a child’s sadness as something they’ll “get over” and, particularly with the loss of a beloved pet, that’s quite often just not the case.  They don’t always have the capacity to think beyond what is “here and now” and need some comfort that things are ok and that death isn’t an ending, it’s the beginning of something else and something that we all have to face.  I kinda liked to think of Fatty rocking out in Heaven with all his fishy little friends and I’m glad Katie felt better thinking about it too.

Here’s to all our very-much-loved-and-adored pets that have passed on to the great kennel, stable, fish bowl or chicken coop in the sky.  May we see them again some day.  🙂

Can I stay home, please? (And a giveaway!)

Can I stay home, please? (And a giveaway!)

I really don’t want to work today

I’d simply much rather stay home

The library can manage without me I’m sure

Now where did I put that phone?

I’ll call them and tell them a little white lie

Who in the world would it harm?

I’ll tell them my head hurts, my tummy’s all wrong

And I’ve possibly broken my arm

My car’s broken down or got a flat tyre

My house is in need of repair

The bathroom is flooded, the kitchen’s on fire

And I can’t do a thing with my hair

So I simply must stay at home today

It’s surely the right thing to do

Then I can craft and create and play

And then I won’t feel so blue

Sigh.  Another work day ahead.  So happy I’m not working this weekend.  The only thing worse than working on a Friday is knowing you have to come in again on Saturday!  Happy work day to all of you who have to do the 9-5 thing today – we’re all in this together.  And for those of you who have the luxury of staying at home, crafting, sewing, painting, creating and being artistic and “authentic” – lucky, lucky you!  Tell us how you did it and how we can do it too!

Have a happy end-of-the-week everybody 🙂

PS GIVEAWAY! As a “thank goodness it’s the weekend” special, I’m going to give away a pair of Violet Annie earrings made by moi, to one lucky person who leaves me a comment.  Figured it was about time I started giving back and sharing the love a little.  Just leave me a comment and let me know what colour you like best (before Feb 19).  The winner will be randomly chosen.  🙂