Category: Love and Poetry

A Thought about Divorce then a hug

When my children were quite young I became divorced. I didn’t dig for pennies. I wanted something fair so that we could stay in touch with a degree of respect for one another. I did go on to regret it when he remarried – then his wife cut us all off. I was a fool. I struggled with three jobs and no emotional or financial support. Those years were the toughest part of my life.

I suppose my biggest disappointment was losing a friend. I trusted their Father. He tore that trust to pieces. It broke my heart … Not to mention the rejection I felt for my children on their behalf. If I could go back I would do it all differently. I would have had a document drawn up to say he would remain a part of their lives.

However – I have no respect for people who marry for money – get divorced and expect to receive huge payouts for another persons hard work – particularly, when there’s no children involved.

There doesn’t seem to be a fair law to protect both parties and it must hurt when love is abandoned and replaced with greed. It’s likely we’ve all got a friend somewhere who needs a hug. No matter how privileged and right their circumstances may seem.

There are times in our lives when we forget to ask for help. So, I am writing this post to send a hug if anyone needs one. Things do get better. You have to believe in magic …

hug

Tiffany x

by Tiffany Belle Harper

‘With the moon’ by Tiffany Belle Harper plus #video

I feel guilty to admit as life is so colourful – sometimes I think I’m lonely then realise I am bored. I will be honest I change during the darker nights –  more pensive, contemplative, sensitive, until Spring returns. It’s cyclical.

I tell myself that just as nature we change with the seasons. We have to allow ourselves growth so that when the light returns our petals are abundant – ever more so than before.

I love working with moon energy – I believe the essence of Woman. The divine Goddess that indeed lies within each of us.

For truly I know that boredom nor loneliness exist – worthless emotions guised as lessons to manifest dreams to reality.

light

Tiffany Belle Harper.

 

by Tiffany Belle Harper

‘A Trivial Pain’ by Tiffany Belle Harper

A trivial pain compared to those that suffer more than this … tooth extraction. Was a crown, root removed soon to be a bridge. My silly left tooth now a gap, awaits something better so I can feel happy enough to smile like others do more liberally.

I turn on the radio. Radio 4 to be exact. I hear a story of a woman far worse than me who discovers she has leukemia. So young, her life taken shortly. How brave as she spoke of pain – her desire to be in the now. To relinquish the past and void the future. Her strength – spirituality – knowing the soul is infinite, never suffering. Her beacon of eternal light.

I searched to find her on the internet so I could listen again. But really I knew, I didn’t need to. You see, I often do that, makes notes, reflect. I hear a song and kick myself for not recalling the artist.

What if I am out having dinner and they ask for my favorite song, film … I blush, I can’t think of one fast enough. When really, there are so many … I seldom recall. I’d rather enjoy the new. The moment. The glory of spotting a piece of small architecture like a marble crow on a bridge, crowning a historical plaque.

Or the sun captured branches of leaf riddled trees in orange, yellow, then, flashes of tan to darkest polished brown.

So as my mouth unfreezes from anesthetic once more. I embrace a little pain. I send it to those who feel it more. I send them light darting through branches and bridges of historical value amidst city lights against a pink and dirty gray skyline.

Tiffany Belle Harper☺

by Tiffany Belle Harper