Ode to Poetry

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Poetry.
My love my devotion.
Refuge . Salvation.
My word when I had none to speak
But the raging emotions of an untamed heart.
My love induces me to that place
Where I must uncover the hidden path
Of yesteryear
Fears hidden in the sands and trampled on before I could comprehend,
Now threaten to break the very foundation that keeps me whole.

They say time is a healer
But the pain sips the through the
Umbilical cord of each generation
And we all bare the mark of deceit.

Now you’re looking at me funny.
You ask me what’s wrong
But your eyes betray your thoughts
You want to hear that I am good
You need to know that I am doing fine.
Your pain glistens through the tears that defy gravity
And If I didn’t know you ?
I’d think you cold.

So here’s my poem
I am fine
I am fine, I am fine broken
I am fine whole.
The pain sometimes induces a momentary coma.
And I look like life has barely touched this soul.

But this song is not mine and its sweet melody chokes me into now.
Where the tides rage
But so do they for you.
So I tell you … Again!
I am fine.
I am fine and I am whole.
Because poetry says so!

Brenda Vengesa © 2013

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My heart started with a heavy beat
And all the instruments of my being
Sang its emotion with a ferosity unknown.
Now it sings with a steady rhythm
The promise of today and always
Interwoven with every emotion,
That always leads me straight to you.

Brenda Vengesa ©

Spring dawn

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Forever changing
If you close your eyes and open them
I may be a little further
Unless you’re changing in sync with me
Forever blooming
My feet dance to a constant rhythm
The beat keeps my heart pounding
I’m alive
Forever dreaming
I walk through the blossoms of my creations
The sands of my realisation between my toes!

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If wishes were horses, burgers would be a 100%

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What lies within?

What lies within?

It turns out that at some point in my life I may just have consumed horse meat. The news has been everywhere for a couple of days and the backlash continues. As the story broke I found myself wondering two things:

-Why don’t we eat horse meat anyway?
-What other foods do we consume that contain even more sinister ingredients.

I have always known the horse and the donkey to be no-nos for consumption and assumed that this was because they are domestic animals used for labour and thus have more value alive than on a plate ( one doesn’t consume their capital inputs). Even in African society where one doesn’t really do the pet thing, consuming something you’ve named and lived with would be a tad bit off ( insert dog here).

According to Wiki, horse meat is ” slightly sweet, tender, low in fat and high in protein”. Mmmm…could that have been the secret ingredient to the recipe? Interestingly, it states that about 4,7 million horses are slaughtered for consumption every year. How many of those made it into our burgers is yet to be determined. Seen as a cheaper substitute for pork and beef it is no surprise that our “100%” beef patties had an equestrian flavour. One of the brands was found to contain 29% horse DNA , which probably allowed for massive cost savings. The big deal for me isn’t that I ate horse meat but that being an animal that’s not reared for human consumption, ( in the UK at least) there is no guarantee that the meat met the necessary breeding and production guidelines. And what’s telling is that it is being referred to as “horse DNA” and not horse meat. With cost reduction the likely objective it will be the off cuts of the animal that were used and not its ” fillet mignon”.

The question now is what else has been laced with the mighty horse power? Where else has the food industry substituted real ingredients with undesirable products? The reality is that we are moving further and further away from our food sources; one wonders whether we should even be screaming blue murder over this.

The goal in families, businesses and the government is to reduce expenditure, it is therefore prudent to assume that some businesses are up to no good. As customers we need to start questioning whether the price on the packet is a correct representation of the product within knowing that the goal of any business is to make a profit. If a burger patty is a 100% beef is it reasonable to expect it to be that cheap? It will not be surprising if more stomach-churning revelations make breaking news. The journalists are certainly all over this.

And one more thing, this revelation came out of Ireland. So, what exactly is the UK Food Standards Agency doing at their labs?

Mama schooled!

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I’ve become aware that i am maybe a little too helpful with Chloe at times. This is usually brought on by a need a to get things done but appears to be restricting her development.

Yesterday evening she asked me to help her do her one button on her cardigan. Granted its huge and heart shaped but having had these thoughts of over extending myself, I insisted she do it herself. I got the ” I can’t ” protest which got me thinking that she probably uses those two words way too often. She did try and she got it done and was grinning from ear to ear. So now I’m thinking how many little things am I doing for her and inadvertently restricting her progression?

From pregnancy you scour every website and literature lnown to man, devouring all the information and trying to connect it with your little bump. This goes on for the next three years but at some point you stop checking on what they should now be doing and life seems to go on.

You rely on the experience of other mothers within your circle and your daily experiences with your child . You have the nursery too to advise you on her progress and what they expect her to be doing. After the age of three the changes are less physical and this is where what I like to call “parenting by intuition” kicks in.

At this stage my daughter pretty much has her own person. But there is so much going on in her mind that i wish to understand and know. Her sphere of influence continues to grow and on the whole this is good but I don’t want any of that to affect her emotional and mental development

And there i thought all I’d be worried about would be the school she goes to next year and how I’m ever going to get her to eat broccoli!

The journey continues…

Joy bounty

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I am having one of the most unusual and wonderful experiences today. I am happy and I don’t know why.

Ordinarily I would probably be dissecting this emotion and trying to discover its root cause in an effort to extend its effect but not today. I don’t know and I don’t care to know.

It may have something to do with my centering thought of the day,

” As I let go of the need to arrange my life, the Universe brings abundant good to me.”

I am taking part in Deepak Chopra’s 21 day meditation challenge. I am 2 weeks in and this has been my favourite one yet: The law of detachment.

I guess in some subconscious way I am experiencing the brilliance of this law. But you know what? I am as happy as a kite and that’s all that matters.

Happy days.

Good day!

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Often when asked how my day was, I respond with a “same old” “not bad” or a vivid description if its been anything but good.

But I just got thinking that everyday is someone’s birthday, an anniversary . Somewhere someone has received good news; someone’s having a good day.

So with that thought, in as much as my day has not been out of the ordinary, it’s been a good day! Because, somewhere out there someone is smiling.

Now I’m smiling. 😀

Lesson learned

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Some people will settle for a pound as long as they don’t have to work for it.
never mind , if they got up each morning they could make a £100 more!
It all depends what angle you’re coming from, what your objective is .
That determines how high you’ll climb or how low you’ll stoop.
Everyone has a price, yes.
But not everyone is of value!

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Love this… Describes where I am right now. Great read.

Eric Vance Walton's avatarEric Vance Walton

Standing here
on the precipice
of nowhere
in particular

feeling open,
ready
for whatever’s next

now,
paying attention
to nothing
but my breath

expectations
of anyone nor
anything
seem desperately
naive

understanding,
the true nature
of how
lucky I am
to perceive
such beauty
and bliss

my soul is strong
and these shoes
are still comfortable
because I’ve
taken these million
humbling steps.

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