Very few of the adventures we pursue in this life take the path we expect. Whether it is navigating romantic relationships or any relationship, raising children, managing a career or learning to play an instrument, it seems that the notions we held of how things would go are often met with unforeseen, and often unwanted, surprises that criss-cross our path along the way. Nevertheless, our human optimism for putting a plan in place, and daring to have expectations, seems to endure. Of course,
Bruce Dawe is a well loved and brilliant Australian Poet. I was moved to tears, when as a teenager, I first read 'And a Good Friday was had by all'. It still gets me every time. And a Good Friday was had by all Bruce Dawe You men there keep those women back and God … Continue reading Good Friday
A wonderful post from Erika Kind – one of many inspiring and amazing people that I have discovered on this blogging journey! 💚💗✨
Usually, when we are children we feel the love or our parents through their care, through them telling us bedtime stories, through them making sure we have all we need, through playing with us, and bringing smiles on our faces. The more we grow and discover the world outside of our protected island the more we encounter other situations and people who are not so loving to us. (Unfortunately, there are many children who already experience a rougher entrance into this world from day one on.) Depending on how we deal with that and how we move on with our experience it can appear that over the years we see this world as a cold and forbidding place.
As we know, this is not our only life. This is a life within our life. What we experience here is an excursion into a theatre where we slip into a role…
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Spring time in Houston, can it get any better than this?
Christine at Brave and Reckless not only inspires me with her own writing, but also with her beautiful curating of art – both songs and poems. Reblogging her January 26 ‘Daily Song’ to celebrate Australia Day – this one finds that sweetest of human spots where melancholy, joy and hope all collide. And the video clip has some shots of the wide blue skies streaked with magenta light! Beautiful.
Usually its the music that captures me but this video resonated somewhere really deep inside. For everyone us who has ever felt alone, isolated, invisible.
“Call It Dreaming”
Any rain softly kisses us on a face
We can sleep and see ’em coming
Where we drift and call it dreaming
We can weep and call it singingWhere we break when our hearts are strong enough
We can bow ’cause our music’s warmer than blood
Where we see enough to follow
We can hear when we are hollow
Where we keep the light we’re given
We can lose and call it living
Where the sun isn’t only sinking fast
Every night knows how long it’s supposed to last
Where the time of our lives is all we have
And we get a chance to say
Before we ease…
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Does anybody ever really leave Melbourne? I flew back to the US a few days ago. Who knows exactly how many times I have left, too many to count. The feeling never changes, a small sense of anxiety that I am leaving some part of myself behind. I went out for an early morning walk before leaving, in search of my last caffe latte – Melbourne coffee simply is the best in the world.
When I started Magenta Blues earlier this year, I hadn't fully appreciated the joy and connection that the blogging and writing community would bring me. There are many amazing writers and poets to be discovered - not least of which is Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless who so graciously and generously shared my latest … Continue reading Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge: 9000 miles from home-Carla Santamaria — Brave and Reckless
There is such simple wisdom in the tales and the fables we heard and read as children. Perhaps none more so than the collection of Dr. Seuss favorites. A unique combination of humor and lightheartedness with thought provoking wisdom. My first, and favorite, Dr. Seuss book was ‘The First of Octember’.
I spent most of Sunday glued to the television, crying. Feeling anxious after a sleepless night, feeling incredibly grateful, and truly amazed at the capacity and grace of the people of Houston. Not much has changed in the days since then.
Magenta Blues, is all about intentional balance, inspiring ordinary joy in everyday moments, and nurturing resilience. For those times in life when stress, sorrow or disappointment are present, or everything seems overwhelming, the stories and ideas at Magenta Blues seek to provide comfort and connection in managing through those feelings.
Magenta has become a positive thinking anchor for me - it is symbolic of transformation, universal harmony and emotional balance. It is the colour of strength and truth and peace. I love the way magenta sounds, it reminds me of evocative words like magic, majesty and imagination.
I was eight years’ old when I first read Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea. An avid reader, I quickly fell in love with Anne
I have a special penchant for beetroot – it’s odd, I know, but there is an amity, a simpatico between me and the humble beet.
Ordinary joys are hidden amongst the day to day grind of our modern lives. It’s these moments of truth and connection, often poignant, often unnoticed, that I am interested in. Seeking, finding and cherishing these moments will, I believe, enrich your life. Read more…
The poetry of Jeff Buckley's songs still get me every time. It is twenty years ago today that our world lost this amazing artist. Grace was a pivotal soundtrack for me, and for my life. Read more…
I am childless. It’s not how I expected things to turn out. Not how I wanted things to turn out. But at forty-five, I am finally at peace with this. Read more…
Last week, something unexpected happened at work. A colleague and I were walking back to our office from a meeting and he stopped to smell the flowers along the way. Literally. Read more…
Writing about this topic may be the most challenging for me yet. Actually, the writing is easy, the difficult part will be when the time comes to click the ‘publish’ button. And if you’re reading this, you’ll know that I found the courage.