4 am awake again
Sleep interrupted
By worry and judgement
Author Archives: Eloisa
Poem: Reduced
Poem: A Gentle Whisper
A quiet murmur
A gentle word
An inkling
A slow satisfied sigh
A hankering for something dreamed of but not yet realised
Imaginings
Images
Impressions
Feelings
Inspire thoughts
Whirling, swirling, gathering speed
A crescendo
Then the quiet certainty
That love is real
Embrace it with a full, whole, open heart
The quiet whisper, gentle kindness of the creators feelings brush my soul
And I, overwhelmed, am enveloped in the awe and goodness of it all.
Eloisa, 18 December 2020, 12.40 am

Poem For Friends
Written December 2018
I have friends who are passionate for God, for Love & Truth
They stand up tall and beautiful
God is their guide, True North
They love God and know God’s Truth
The secrets of the Universe
They love, they feel, and create
They share, explore and care beyond the worlds common state
There is evil in the world that tries to pull them down
It weaves it’s way around their legs and desires them to fall
But my friends they know the secret
The superpower of the universe
They know The Way they tread it true
They are brave, they are courageous
They never give up on what is right
They are humble in their dealings, with you and me and with themselves
They are kind and gentle people
They are true friends to all they meet
Including those who oppose and choose to remain as foes
They live by what they teach
An example to the world
And their passion is contagious
Inspiration
liquid nectar to a thirsty soul
Their teachings true and beautiful
They gift the opportunity for change
Each and every person who applies The Truth
Will be forever changed
Each of us, like my friends, can become a passionate ambassador for God
For Love, for Truth, for change, for all things right and good
If you don’t believe me go and try it for yourself
And once you have done so sincerely
Tell the world what you have learnt
And how it changed your heart
For my friends Jesus & Mary, with love
Thoughts: Self-Judgement
Self-judgement is a method I have used to get away from feeling emotion.

Attempting to get away from how I feel (Photo by Edvin Richardson on Pexels.com)
Poem: All Over the Place
I feel angry, happy, scared, delighted, I feel fury, tearful, grief stricken, mad, unremarkable
I cry, I rage, I laugh, I shake
I’m all over which way and somewhat discombobulated
Partner Relationships: Reflections on Divorce & Relationships, Part 1
Reflections on relationships
Relationships can be the source of great joy, happiness, connection, learning & discovery. Relationships (between adults*) can also expose pain, heartache, anxiety, addictions etc. Pain in relationships occurs when love and truth come secondary to the desire for facade, addictions, codependency, barter. When the pain is exposed and there are unresolved issues in the mix it is tempting to blame the other party rather than look in the mirror at ourselves and what we contributed to the relationship dynamic.
Poem: I Have Things to Say
I have things to say
I have words to string together into necklaces to lace about you in order that you will understand me
Parent Reflections: Sex & Relationship Education
This post was written 30 May 2018 but didn’t get published till now (December 2020).
Curiosity is a quality that leads to the discovery of new things. And personal experience is a most memorable teacher. Depending on personal choice (and often external influences) curiosity can either lead to positive growth towards love or can take us in the opposite direction – away from love. As a parent there are many opportunities to be a positive influence in a child’s/children’s life and simultaneously learn about love or our lack of it, as children ask questions and seek answers.
In our family, when the children’s curiosity naturally brought them to ask about sex I saw an opportunity and the potential for a truthful discussion about loving relationships and a variety of other topics, including: love, soulmates, soulmate romantic relationships, morality, sexuality, emotional connection, love and respecting their bodies and the nuts and bolts of the sex act itself (taking into account the children’s desire to know and my understanding of those subjects at the time).
Poem: Regurgitator
What do you think of this or that? She asked
