Expressive and Emotional word content… poetic justice… my thoughts are perceptive, occasionally subjective but always dimensional. My career lies in psychology and my mind lies in philosophy. To question and ponder is to reflect. I am both reflective and directive. I never walk with caution as our steps need their footprints. I love this journey we call life.

Dress it up

Every day we become a different version of ourselves. We are different from the day before, yet we remain fluid in this transition, and can put our costume on depending on the situation.

As individuals we encompass so many roles, and with each role comes a new list of responsibilities, expectations, and individual traits. Often we can forget who we are and become lost in the tunnels of the internal empire which we create.

We can become so many things to so many different people that we lose who we want to be. Our identity becomes tinged with confusion, and the lines begin to blur.

A lioness with a beak or a fish with claws… often we hinder our strengths by forever envying and comparing ourselves to others. We inevitably often fail and then simply fall back into the cycle of self doom and negativity.

Sometimes we just need to strip the masks and face life head on with simple naked emotion. Show each other whom we are and become the definition which we seek.

Real. Uncomplicated. Alive.

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Love life with No filter

❤️Love island❤️… yep half the UK are watching it (including I) …. beautiful people in a villa, searching for love… cute? Real? Nah!

Let’s be honest here.. who actually has teeth that white, bodies that defined (unless you eat a lettuce leaf a day, and spend 5 hours in a gym) and hair and make up perfect?! (Even after being in the pool, the sun?) where’s the sweat??! The panda eyes 👀 and the acne?

I think it’s like playing dolls as adults. We love the stories that are created in the ‘dolls’ house, gives us entertainment and amusement. Back in the real world though… Bigger arses, bits of cellulite, ‘real’ teeth, bad hair days, and take outs…. but also real emotion, acceptance, and the most important… being able to say ‘fuck it’ and relax.

No judgement and panic.

Instagram is another example of insecurity and craziness!! What’s with these damn filters that make your nose look like it’s been eaten right off your face! Honestly, how long do people stand in that damn mirror trying to perfect a photo?? I say sod it, be real, and own that shit!! Live life without a filter!! In every way!! 👊🏻

The value of life

I felt perplexed and uncomfortable initially writing this post as this topic is subjective, and sensitive to some. It is also interchangeable, hard to measure, and frankly sore.

How can we put a value on life? Is our value equally proportionate to our own experiences, or is this simply biased, based on negative perception, or positive naivety?

I ask this as today I had the unfortunate (or fortunate, depends how you look at it) experience on my way home from my university course. I came across a fellow student in a distressing and risky situation, were I feel that she was contemplating this exact value. I said fortunate experience as I do feel that we had disturbed a possibly irreversible event, and I am so grateful for this. This lady evidently needed help so I do not feel like our intervention was a hindrance, nor would I have done anything different. I don’t believe this person devalued life, I believe her own narrative told a story of pain, torture and desperation, and at that moment, value was meaningless. Like many other people in similar situations, this shit is real. I see the pain and can feel the hope dripping away from them, and this challenges every drop of my own integrity, and passion for both my personal and professional stance. I value life.

Yet so do they.

Ignorance states choosing to not value life is selfish and cowardly. However, if life is causing continuous pain and suffering, then the value has clearly diminished for that person and who are we to judge. We don’t live their life and we do not know their narrative. It is not for us to judge, but to value not only our life, but also the way we live it. The way we don’t judge, and the way we are willing to help those who cannot see their journey as they are blinded by pain.

It is a joint journey we take on this game of like and we pick others up and promote the value When they can’t see, we become their eyes, and when they lose their words, we offer words of support.

The value of life. My own, yours, his, hers, and theirs…..

Sun ponders, smiles, rain and despair!

The sun is red hot as I sit in my garden listening to the sounds of summer, the dogs barking in excited chatter, the bees flying around busy at work..

Quiet reflection is impossible, but it gives realistic pondering centre stage. Everybody is enjoying the weather, the bbqs are dusted off, social groupings grow, people enjoy good food and drink. Everybody is happy. The sun keeps on shining.

So what about when the sun packs it’s own bags and jets off away? When the rain returns, and the summer sounds are replaced with thunderous booms, and the sound of abandonment and empty streets.

Where do the happy people go? Crowds disperse, people hibernate, food and drink becomes purely a lifeline as the bbq is shunted back to its dusty place in the shed.

Do we honestly need that lightened sparkle to feel alive? That heat on our face, to feel blessed? We all love a sun tan and summer but winter, spring and Autumn are also worthy of the blessed delight.

Smile, we are alive!

The erotic poet

I write from my soul, often paralysed by my own cognitive pen. I do not stick to a subject matter as I truly believe we are all multifaceted and diverse. I do believe that to remain honest with ourselves, we need to know every facet of our inner person, and own our own emotions, motivations and desires. I was honoured and intrigued when asked to participate in an interview and feature for this amazing online magazine. Like myself, their subject matter remains open and free. So of course I obliged…..

https://www.reflexivemag.com/articles/2018/5/23/writing-erotica-porn-series-emma-mari

Give them a read and a share. We all need to share the love

To love is to breathe

I had a thought in the darkest part of the night, ‘what if we loved instead of hated?’

What if we loved ourselves and felt comfortable in our own skin? Would it be really that bad to look properly in the mirror and look past the negative focus? To look deeper? Often we see blemishes of our own thoughts, shadows of our emotions, we are blinded by our own cynical lens.

How often do we appreciate a flaw as positively different? As unique? As simply us?

Do we hate on ourselves more out of insecurity and in fear of others judging us first? Are we afraid of the societal gaze and not measuring up?

Who the hell sets the scoring board? Who alters the bar? I often wonder if it isn’t our own doubt that leaves us feeling oblivious to our true beauty, yet to blame society seems just somehow 🤔

Social media does portray beauty in a can, falsifies the true natural state of a woman (and a man), but we can ignore this and take a stand to be whom we are….can’t we?

The opinion of others can only affect us if we let it, or if we perceive it. Beauty is standing tall and relishing in the chaos. Beauty is pure acceptance and that glow of radiance which is a result of being happy.

Happiness is not physical beauty. That’s simply a fabrication created within us. If we look good, we feel good right?

No.. because love is deeper than skin level. We need to accept and love whom we are, then beauty will own us. Simples.

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