Strength Not In Numbers, But In Yourself
Not every isolated soul
is looking for a saviour.
To see the proof, and silent truth,
just take a look at nature.
A single solitary flower
is as beautiful alone.
A meadow full is pleasurable
but each grows on its own.
Caterpillars are companionless
as they retire to their cocoons.
No-one near bears witness
And regardless, still they bloom.
With space and time
they become their best.
With grace, redefined,
just being, they are blessed.
© Strength Not In Numbers, But In Yourself is a poem about life and embracing those times of solitude, written by Ms Moem.
It was almost time for harvest.
Her boughs, laden with fruit
engorged by the goodness
received from the roots,
put strain on her branches;
far more than she could take.
Even holding too much treasure
can cause someone to break.
© Broken Branches is a poem about life written by Ms Moem.
The run up to Christmas isn’t always a happy time. It can also be fairly reflective. Time to think about those empty chairs around the table, perhaps not being able to afford the gifts you want to give, or even worrying about how you are going to put food on the table at this consumer-led time of gluttony and indulgence.
In fact, these points don’t only relate to the festive season. I’m sure there are lots of people out there whose lives aren’t perhaps quite what they hoped for or are simply going through a tough time. It can cause you to question the choices you have made, and the circumstances that surround you that you perhaps have little or no control over.
Basically, life isn’t always a bed of roses.
So, what can you do to prevent drowning in a pool of despair?
Whilst it can be all consuming to have problems, or to feel that you don’t have the life you want to have, having the focus on what’s lacking isn’t great for the soul.
I used to be a permanently positive person. Then over the last few years, life has dealt me a few curve balls and changed my entire outlook. The main thing that triggered this change was losing my mother. Obviously, this was completely out of my control and I was powerless to do anything but try to deal with it in my own way. Some days are easier than others but at the moment the not-so-good days seem to be forcing their way to the forefront.
This was an emotional juggernaut of change which tested my resilience to the very limit. Things that have happened since then which I would previously probably have been able to deal with effectively and quickly now feel like issues on top of issues – double strength!
Sometimes, talking helps. Then sometimes, talking just causes more reflection which just fans the flames of sadness. I suppose everyone has to find a way to deal with stuff that suits them and the situation.
However, on the whole, I feel it is better to try and focus on the positives. This can be tricky and still the negative stuff tries to get in the way but counting your blessings has got to be more cheerful than constantly analysing your problems. Worrying and moping just breeds more of the same.
Despite my loss, I have a lot to be grateful for. It can be easy to take stuff for granted but perhaps it just means looking for those things a little harder. Then you just have to keep that focus! (easier said than done)
Do you struggle to focus on the positives? Do you count your blessings daily, or do your problems consume you and prevent you from seeing the good?
Focus On Your Blessings
Sometimes life is tricky.
Sometimes things go wrong.
Sometimes you feel out of place
Or like you don’t belong.
Sometimes bad things happen.
Sometimes you might feel scared.
But focus on the positives;
If you seek them, they’ll be there.
If your brain won’t stop whirring,
And you can’t sleep at night,
Step out of the darkness
And look into the light.
The bad things won’t vanish
But don’t let them consume
It just makes you miserable
And intensifies the gloom.
So focus on your blessings
And let them shine through.
Don’t let the negatives
Be what defines you.
Focus On Your Blessings is a short poem about life by Ms Moem.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Cherish the good times, the people you met.
The lessons they taught you
The things you have seen
Relish the memories;
The places you’ve been.
Think of the laughter
Think of the sun
Bask in the warmth of things you have done.
Your life and your choices
The decisions you made
Find joy each one
And smile as they’re replayed.
A short poem written by Ms Moem
A true friend is a gem to be treasured. Below are a few quotes that I think signify true friendship.
So those are what I consider to be the marks of a true friend. What do you think makes a friend a ‘true friend’?
This is post 59 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
What’s your cup of tea?
For me it has to be Twinings English Breakfast tea. Milk and two sugars thanks! I’d have to see your teaspoons to confirm the sugar amount officially though. There are some rogue-sized spoons, either too big or too small, on the streets today. *said Goldilocks! 🙂
It’s one of the little pleasures in life. Tea is my favourite drink. I’ve drunk it for as long as I can remember. I grew up on loose leaf tea, but find tea bags so much more convenient. I still have fond memories of teapots though; particularly my Grandma’s. She always had a self-knitted tea cosy on hers. The wool was lovely and warm to the touch and kept the pot active for long enough for us all to have a brew or two.
I’ve gone through all manner of tea bags to find my one true match, and Twinings English Breakfast has my heart. I don’t think I’ve drunk another brand in the last seven years at least. I am so particular about it, that I carry some in my handbag…. just in case an impromptu brew opportunity should arise!
So, dedicated to my favourite tea brand and to the nation’s favourite drink as a whole, here’s a little poem about tea.
Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea
No greater pleasure can there be
Than a cup of English Breakfast tea.
Boil the kettle, get your cup
Add the bag and fill her up.
Let it steep; infuse to taste.
Take your time, no need for haste.
Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?
Lots of milk?
Or will just a splash do?
Then find a place
(Your favourite spot)
Sit back, relax
And drink the lot.
A note of caution,
And only one,
Be sure to drink it
Before the heat has gone.
It’s a rite of passage
That we all go through;
The mistaken gulp
Of an ice cold brew.
So, those slurps excluded,
No matter what time of day
A nice cup of tea
Blows the cobwebs away.
Whatever the weather
The sun instantly starts shining
From the contents of the cup
When you experience the joy of Twinings.
Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea is a poem by Ms Moem.
This is post 58 of 100 blogs in 100 days.