Tea and Ponders’ first birthday

Today is this blog’s first birthday. When I started I was still uncertain of my own written voice but over the last year I have learnt who she is and what I want this blog to be about. Like me it is quirky, full of deep thought, and passionate about this beautiful world we call home. Thanks to everyone who has joined me on the journey so far, I cannot tell you where we will go next, but keep following and liking, keeping your mind open at all times and think freely like the wind blowing in the trees.

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One thing

If we could all do just one thing to make the world a better place. There’s no such thing as “I can’t” or “that’s impossible”. Everyone, no matter where they are, how old they are, what their gender or race is, can make a difference. We really can do anything when we put our minds to it. If everyone did one positive thing that did not benefit themselves, if everyone had the courage to raise their voice, and if everyone learnt to say “no, that’s not right”. Do not be one of those people that just stands by, thinking oh someone else will do it and not get involved, it may be your skills and experience it needs. It is time we thought beyond ourselves, opened our minds and mouths, and made a difference. Do something positive today, no matter how small it seems, as to another it could mean the world.

Material world

We live in a material world but seems like at times we forget what sort of fabric it is made from. It is not about how much money we do or do not have, the phones or computers we use, whether we own or rent our property, the cars we drive. Money may open doors but can lead us down blind alleys not wide open spaces to create something distinctly new and unique.

The real material of this world is in its diversity; a patchwork quilt of different races, religions, sexualities and abilities. However, these make up but one square. The forests, hills and rivers with the birds, insects and animals with their diversity make up the other squares. Also we are not the stitching that holds this quilt together, it is the love that all things on Earth share and runs through us all that does.

Instead of trying to undo the stitching and/or add more human squares to it, is it not time we looked at our square, seeing what it really represents not tarnish it with bloodstains and hateful words? Also why do we hurt our own kind or get jealous of others? We cannot trade squares with nature but seems many think that we can and make the quilt to suit our skewed view of the world. Please stop.

© Fi S. J. Brown

 

The Storm

Surviving the storms of life can take a lot out of us. For it is not the escaping tunnels that have to be dug but our inner strength and resources. When suddenly one day a storm stops, we find ourselves in an empty street, but uncertain if this just another quick break from the rain before it starts again and need to find shelter quickly or it is truly over. Equally, we are uncertain how we survived the storm, questioning and analysing it in our minds, and all we can see is rubble on the street from a past to which we cannot ever return. The only thing certain is that the storm has made us who we are now and lays the foundations of tomorrow, like the clouds now breaking in the sky above to shine light in the path we must now go. We must remember like all things in life, the storms do pass, even when right now it feels like we’re sheltering from one thunderstorm after another. Do not give up, try chasing rainbows and believe it again.

A crazy little planet called Earth

This planet called Earth is full of inequality
One starves another plays with his iPhone
It’s time to call stop
Crazy little planet called Earth

Everything has beauty beyond skin or fur
Fakery is a temporary fix for their egos.
Its naturality must shine
Crazy little planet called Earth

One animal rules from a concrete jungle
Like a child they do not share their toys
It’s time for sharing
Crazy little planet called Earth

Rivers, mountains and lakes now for sale
Everything has a price including their own
It’s time to burn money
Crazy little planet called Earth

Deaf and blind like sheep most still follow
While warning flags blow in the west wind
It’s time to wake up
Crazy little planet called Earth

© Fi S. J. Brown