Burnt Toast

I burnt the toast.

Forgot to watch;

Blackened smoke,

Nearly choked.

 

Silly me

Forgot to watch;

I burnt the toast,

Nearly roast.

 

Silly me

Forgot to watch

Burning bread

Almost dead.

© Liola Lee 2006

This short poem was long listed in the Bridport Prize 2006 

It was inspired by a real life incident. This short poem was based in truth! Who would have thought that those few short verses would have had any impact! But they did! The Bridport Prize is wonderful competition for everyone!

 

 

Virus

Yellow and bright, a flowering might,

Daffodils, Narcissi, Forsythia,

Blooming bold, Nature’s gold.

Trees in bud, leaves glowing green,

Spring awakening, a sight to be seen.

Winter behind us, Summer ahead

This time now, heavy as lead.

A virus moving, globally spread,

Sneaking among us, making some dead.

We know you are there, laying your curse,

For some not felt, for others a hearse.

I think it’s time to rise and say,

A cure we’ll find, beyond delay.

The World Unite, be as One,

become connected, work to be done.

We all have a duty of care to attend;

if as a race we want this to end.

 

© Liola Lee 2020

We are all in this together! Let’s support each other and work together to overcome this! Stop the panic buying, there is enough for everyone if we just shop as normal! Keep your distance and stay at home, unless it is absolutely necessary to go out for the reasons given by the Government! Help those who need help! Think before you buy! Think before you go out to the shops, to the park, to anywhere really. We can beat this if we all pull together! And remember, there is always someone worse off than you! Get things into perspective! Show loving kindness to everyone, and help whenever you can! 

Blessed be!

Liola x

 

Finding my way

Three steps forward, six steps back. Seems to be how it goes for me just now or not even just now but for ages. I get all fired up and impassioned (is that a word?) with ideas, thoughts, musings and plans for new projects of this, that and the other, only to find the wind blown out of my sails surely and suddenly from something or someone or most likely my own sensitive/oversensitive self.

Growing up, my Dad, my beautiful and oh so gentle Dad would tell me quietly on one and many occasions that I was too sensitive! My beautiful Mum would reinforce this idea of me being too sensitive or oversensitive but in much more direct terms.

And yes, they were both right! I am sensitive! Or over sensitive by many but not all people’s standards! I take things to heart! I over analyse! I think too much! I overthink everything! I hurt easily!

I am it seems, apparently an empath? I feel what others feel! Not only emotionally but sometimes physically (I get aches and pains, sometimes for no apparent reason and they seem to mirror those of people I am close to). I pick up on people’s moods, tensions and even thoughts. I do not want to if I am honest but it is just how it is.

I carried out a bit of research on this, and discovered that being an Empath is not all bad.  In fact, it seems that it can even be a gift, if I can learn how to psychically protect myself. I am trying to learn various techniques to do just this: from buying an Obsidian Unicorn to visualising myself surrounded by a circle of white or pink light (place myself in a protective bubble as it were). Sometimes it seems to work but then sometimes, the bubble bursts and all hell breaks loose!

The thing is, I am only just learning who I am! I am, I guess like many people, a work in progress, still being sculpted, moulded, designed and created or maybe recreated.

I am not there yet! I have, I think a long way to go but I am on a journey, my journey. I am not sure where I am going just yet but I will get there in the end!

Wishing you all well on your journey! Let’s exchange stories as we go!

Blessed be!

Liola x

© Liola Lee

Just before my husband left for fishing we were discussing something said from yesterday evening, and he told me I was far too sensitive. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Decisions, decisions…

I got through today or at least I think I did! I am still here, in one piece though a little fragmented if the truth be known, (although I have certainly had worse days in the grand scheme of things to be sure! But it is all relative!)

It is said or rather suggested that the Universe does not give us challenges that we cannot rise to or cope with. Not altogether sure whether I would agree with that or not? In fact, I do not see how that can possibly be true as people do not always seem to get through or over the obstacles in their way. Sometimes people do find strength, inner resolve or a way forward but sometimes and oftentimes they do not, or maybe they could have but the timing was all wrong and out of sync, and for some reason which is at this time, beyond my comprehension they do not deal with the here and now. They become emotional or rather over emotional. They get things out of perspective: not because they are wrong but because they cannot for the life of them see the woods for the trees.

Life can be such a roller coaster of events, feelings, emotions, turbulence, ups and downs and all sorts of other sh*t. Sometimes there are so many control dramas going on, including our own that we do not know what we are doing or which way to turn?

We, as a family have decided after a great deal of consideration and heartfelt torment to move our Mum closer to us. Obviously, we have her best interests at heart! That said, it has been a difficult decision! We will have to uproot her from her home where she has lived for over 30 years. A home she chose with my Dad who sadly passed away at the end of 2013. Since she had a fall in August 2019 we have been ensuring round the clock care for her. My sisters and I have had a rotation system in place so she is alone for as little as possible. Mostly it has worked! Our visits have overlapped and on the most part there has been little or no time where she has been alone. That said, we had one occasion a few weeks back where there were just a few hours overnight where she was on her own. It was a one off but that one off was where she had another fall.

I spent the night in hospital with her up on a drip. An uncomfortable night for both of us! Especially my mum, as they had no female beds available.  Anyway, we got through it! The result was though, that we have had to rethink our strategy for caring for her. She does not want outsiders involved, so we have been looking after her as best as we can to avoid that! We all have families of our own and there has been a knock on effect because we are each away from home for a couple of nights and days in the week.  One of us has not been able to be involved for the last few weeks because of a bereavement that has been truly hard on the whole family but especially my eldest sister who lost her son in a tragic accident.

However, we are all feeling it now, and feel as though our lives are fragmented and that we are not there for our children and their children. So, with much discussion, consideration, and in the past many U-turns we have made a concrete decision to move our lovely Mum closer to us. It has not been an easy decision, and there may certainly be repercussions but we are doing the best that we can.

We do not know what else to do!

Sometimes we have to take a risk!

Nothing changes, if nothing changes!

Hopefully, we have made the right decision but only time will tell!

Wish us/Our Mum luck!

Blessed be!

Liola

 

 

 

 

Simurgh

Simurgh

A creature old as time itself,

Sits behind my shoulder;

Multi-coloured with glaring eyes,

Remains as I get older.

Mysterious beast with seven tails,

Flowing feathers downward trails:

Not a bird nor dragon,

Nor borne of Mother Earth;

Heavenly host of magical myth

Not from the flames, your birth.

You symbolise the unity

Of Heaven, and of Earth:

Personify integrity, not

From a place of mirth.

You fly on wings in timeless space,

Hold your head, heart strong grace,

Proud as a peacock, eyes that see

Part of the Universe, part of me.

Strength of Leo, Griffin like grip,

Guardian Angel, on my trip.

A healer, physician of

All that plagues mankind:

I searched so long,

My skin for you to bind.

An artist took a needle,

Drew deep into my back

Cut the skin, her canvas,

Coloured inks plus black.

And there you have it,

My tattoo, my Simurgh

My creature,

My permanent feature.

© Liola Lee 2007

I had the tattoo done towards the end of the last century. So, it is pretty old now. It was my first tattoo. I spent years searching for the right tattoo, then I found it. A Simurgh which symbolises the union between Heaven and Earth and is as old as Time itself. This was my first but not my last tattoo. The image is not great and to be honest the tattoo of my Simurgh could do with brightening up BUT as it symbolises being as old as time itself I am comfortable with it’s faded edges and outlines. I accept it as it is! It is what is it is, and that is just fine! The poem was written when I was on a poetry site named Poetbay some years ago. The Tattoo was created around 1999/2000. 

Blessed be!

Liola

© Liola Lee 2007