Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

Saying Goodbye… A poem of dreams…

Saying Goodbye 


I hold your hand and feel a chill.

There’s a silence in the room.

I never saw the days go by,

I never saw that you were cold.


I can’t tell when the season changed.

I can’t tell when the first leaf fell.

I never saw that we were drifting,

I never saw that you were spent.


I’ve lived nights just watch you sleep.

No bed I ever found softer.

I just want to see it in your eyes,

I just want to know it could be true.


And then I saw you with your friend.

I heard your smiling laughter.

I knew then that you were there,

I knew then that you had gone.


I know I hold you on my arm.

But I know your heart is out there.

You let me see it in your eyes.

You let me know how true it is.


Now I stand and watch you go.

I would never think to stop you.

I feel your laughter on my cheek,

I hold your hand and feel the warmth.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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Posted in Beginnings...

Art, Food, and Existential Crises: The World of Banal Muffins

An illustrated interview with artist and musician Chris Sav, the creator of the blog Banal Muffins and “boy band” Chris and the Celeriac.

Source: Art, Food, and Existential Crises: The World of Banal Muffins

Posted in Beginnings..., Being True

The Art of Giving is in Not Giving Up

So this just happened to me.

As I mentioned on a previous post, I like keeping my friends close because I didn’t have so many as a child. I seem to be part of a flexible group of people who actually value friendship, rather than to just remember them on holidays and send over a card. But in fact these days, we don’t even send cards, do we? We look for free e-cards that we can sign and email to everyone on our mailing list, just to get that ‘chore’ out of the way, so we can get back to that delicious eggnog, or the new book we ordered off Amazon, while we curl up nice and comfy in the comfort of our homes.

I may be wrong, but I do think that’s selfish.

Don’t get me wrong; I used to behave in a similar manner. Until I saw how lonely people really are. Just how much they’re trying to mean something to the people around them. How much they’re trying to matter; to someone, anyone, at all. Just like I am. And so I took to my phone and finally got on Whatsapp, that wonderful messaging service that has just gone free forever. My sincere thanks!

There are several studies and theories out there now, based entirely on how messaging services bring people together, how the use of emojis indicates the physical expression of the user, etc., etc. It’s all very medical and science-y and it says to me that we’re all objects, like a science experiment. What happened to the human emotive aspect along the way?

So I’ve been using Whatsapp to do one very simple thing. Every morning and night, I use the broadcast service to wish the people on my contact list that I talk to, a good morning and a good night. Every day. And the reason I do it, is because I know that if someone bothered to remember me like that every day, with just the two simple messages, I’d smile. As it is, when I do send these texts out, I get replies, which tells me that my efforts have been successful. That some people out there, who I cannot meet, who are either not in my city, or are sitting halfway across the world, are smiling because they matter enough to someone to have been remembered.

Now, I will say, that there’s very few people who do the same for me. Who remember me before I remember them and send in their good wishes for the day. So I know how it feels to open your inbox and find this lovely, uplifting message sitting there, sending you the love and acceptance and feeling of value from this other person.

I will also say, that this is the second time I’ve taken up this method of sharing smiles. I used to do it a few years ago, for weeks and months, until I realized that I’m the only one making the effort. And that after a while, people have become accustomed to getting similar messages in bulk from several sources, so my effort matters very little in the larger scheme of things. And, so, being discouraged, I stopped.

I’m still unsure whether I was wrong in giving up. Because, after all, what effort does it take to send a bulk message? Almost none. And yet, I could not accept the thought that I was unappreciated for my efforts. And so I sat back and introspected. And while I did that, a trickle of messages began coming through, dropping into the void I had created. And I realized that it did not matter who made the effort, but that someone had to begin.

And so here I am, back to where I was when I began this post. Knowing that several people I write to, have written back to me telling me that they like my messages and how uplifted they feel upon reading them. That sometimes, it is the only conversation we have in the day. And there comes into the midst of all this, a comment from my closest friend saying that not only does he find my texts amusing, but that he does not care for the concept at all!!

Now that . . . well, that stings. He thought he was being mean, but being on the receiving end, it was actually quite condescending. He is now on probation, though he has apologized.

But the event made me aware of another facet to sharing. Not everyone is going to appreciate what you do out of your goodwill. Some will accept it and pass it on. Some may even thank you. But the many will deride you, put you down, dismiss you, and encourage others to do so as well. It may be either active or passive, this effort to erode your goodwill. So what do you do?

You keep trying.

For those who appreciate it, who welcome it, who find in it a certain kind of peace and a sense of belonging. Don’t leave them hanging because of the few who don’t appreciate you. Don’t give up on them because they are mostly silent, because most often they will not ask. Every little bit you do helps someone. So don’t let the dismissive discourage you. Send them your goodwill anyway. And just maybe, they might change their minds.

So share a smile. Begin today. 🙂Simile-quotes-5

Posted in Being True

The Family We Create

It was quite recently, on Facebook, that I realised that I knew more people than I ever had in all my years!

Now, to clarify, as an introvert, I’ve always had too few friends rather than too many; and more relatives than I can keep track of. These latter always seem to turn up at odd times, loudly exclaiming about a time they remember when I was in diapers and had done something I’d would rather not hear about, thank you very much!! One does not have that problem with friends though. Our follies and embarrassing moments belong in the past by mutual consent, sealed by a ritualistic pact never to be broken, on pain of . . . well, something even more embarrassing than the last time it happened. (Shh!!)

The bonds of friendship are unique. Carefully chosen, tempered through the tempests of various trials, bound by the camaraderie gained through common experience, and often closely guarded against theft from competing cliques, friends are treated as a dragon would it’s hoarded treasure. So imagine Smaug, The Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities, snorting fire at some unfortunate contender for the attentions of a chosen friend, and you may well be thinking of yourself!!

For of course, friends are the family we create, the people with whom we share every little secret, every tear of joy or woe, every foolhardy scrape, and every last bit of gossip. Everything except that last slice of pizza. Really, now! Hands off!!

As a loner, I valued the friends I did have, tending those relationships as a gardener would a garden. For there are no truer people than our closest friends, who encourage us to be true to ourselves, all the while listening, lending, sharing, caring, being. They are the family who ask nothing of us, but what we can give; hold no expectations and yet compel us to do our best; and who stand beside us, all at once a shield and a support, against the weathering powers of time and circumstance.

In this age of rampant digitization, we’ve been given the opportunity and the means to reach out to people across the globe and discover those far away, who are yet, some of our closest friends. As close-knit as the people around us, and as equally treasured. It’s been a wonderful experience for me as much as I know it’s been for the people I do know only through a virtual medium. But regardless of where they are, these are people I have found something in common with. And though we cannot meet over brunch or a few drinks, the conversations don’t lack for the stimulation.

So here’s to the families we create! Cherish them, love them, and stay in touch.

Everyone needs a friend.


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Welcome all!!

Well, of course I’m writing on a blank wall right now, but isn’t that how graffiti begins?? So let’s call this a blank slate, and see how many of you out there, invisible people unseen by the artist, come to see this medium, add to it, or comment on it. No, seriously, come one, come all!!

I’m going to be writing about different topics, subjects, objects, questions, existential dilemmas, anything that comes to mind, really. Or anything that you suggest. I hope to be able to begin a conversation here. An exchange that is human, in thought and emotion and expression. We are the people who like pictures of cute kittens. We are those who talk about being closet feminists, unable to raise our voices. We are the people who love to be our own Valentine first, before spending it with our closest friends.

We are the quiet people with the loud minds. So let’s start talking!

I hope you will join me. Once again, welcome!