Archive for November, 2015

Your Muse

This is written in honour of women who suffer from domestic abuse and violence and in particular for my friend Zoe. She is emerging from the shell of the person she had become, to blossom and shine through and to once again embrace the glorious woman she has always been and will continue to be.


What happened? What is love?

Is it the tingle, the rush to see each other,

The bliss of togetherness and the desire for more

Or is it the steady pace of eroding my confidenceWhite-Ribbon-Day-November-25

In a light-hearted yet relenting onslaught of your

Perceived kindness and outward caring

That all can see and wonder about

In admiration and perhaps envy?

I, who love you am left in confusion and more

And my self-image torn asunder under your

Tutelage and careful grooming to morph

Myself through your sculpting hands into

Your idea or the model of your notion

The constant sound of your voice

Instructing me in how I should present

Myself to compliment the image of

How I appear in your imagination

Your perfect muse to my pathetic

Attempt to mound myself and be your

Everlasting ideal of perfection

Even my culinary creations no

Longer please you, nor the

Outfit that earned the compliments

Of others. The invitations no longer

Arrive and my friends avoid us or shun

The call for a social gathering. PerhapsDomesticviolence

You’re right as my carefree laughter

And sense of the ridiculous are at odds


With all and anyway, I no longer find

Life amusing or entertaining

How is it your kind instructions only

Make me more useless and in following

Them, more clumsy and inept?

I creep down the stairs in strained silence

To ward off your irritation at the sight of me

Does this outfit become me? Is my hair in place?

I did not wear my mother’s necklace nor the

Lipstick that matches so well. I seem to have

Lost my way and no longer want to shop

My voice seems to irritate you as does the

Once lilting laugh that you treasured

How can I please you, I ask myself in vain.

Why am I a constant source of bother

A rash that itches to cause you undue pain

I feel so unworthy of your time and effort

And your patience is beginning to wear thin

I’m trying to please you but I no longer

Have it within me to conquer the fear

That is my constant companion

How did I get to where I am

Why am I so pathetic. I don’t deserve

Your kindness nor your attention

To detail. You surprise me at your attentivenessWhite-Ribbon-Day-Time-to-stan-860x450_c

It bewilders the pathetic person that I am

Why are you still with me?

More importantly, why am I still here?


(C) Wendy Robinson September 2015

Just when the caterpillar thought its life was over, it became a butterfly. ~ Proverb


White Ribbon Day began on November 25th and this Australian and international, male-led campaign will incorporate 16 days of Activism in promoting protection of and preventing domestic violence against women.

Domestic violence is often mistakenly viewed as a physical assault when it can also comprise of mental, emotional and psychological abuse. Mental abuse often erodes the confidence of the abused and robs them of their dignity and independence and they can end up questioning their self-worth as did my friend Zoe.

I would recommend reading Susan Chenery’s essay in Fury: Women Write about Sex, Power and Violence. “Still wrapped up in the glow of the ‘great love,’ you don’t know you’re in danger,” she states. A smart and educated woman, the author candidly relates about the mental and physical abuse she suffered at the hands of the handsome and charming Marco and her essay piece gives a clear account of ‘mental and emotional’ abuse.

Disclaimer: The images are from the White Ribbon Day photo gallery and my thanks go to the various photographers for their work.

Please leave and share your comment on the subject.

Look Up

When life gets you down and your spirit criesLookUp

And you feel despondent and tend to sigh

Look up to see miracles around you

You won’t be sorry, they are readily on view


A sunrise heralds the dawn with a greeting

Welcoming all as it begins heating

The earth and her inhabitants all anewPurpleDew

The flowers and buds just covered in dew


The animals rise out of burrows and dens

People scurry off to their office pens

Buses, trains and ferries all do

Join in the rush of life’s auto cueOfficePens


In their scurrying and hurrying to and fro

They miss unfolding beauty, crying ‘Lo’

See the splendour of the crimson clouds

Lining the skies and sea all around


Feel the caress of refreshing breezeAvenue

Against the canvas of parks and trees

See its playful dart along avenues

And down boulevards in colourful hues


Tipping hats, tugging at skirts

Teasing the hair in a playful mirth

The birds all join in a chorus of trills

That hail the dawn in respectful drillsSinging-bird


Each with unique song and sound

In robust homage that abound

And echoes in harmonious pitch

To declare ‘Be thankful,’ you are rich


To hear, to see, to smell, to feel

All nature’s wonders upon a reel

That’s around to enjoy and embraceNatureMineJPG

Be mindful, you of the human race.


For sight and sound, a touch that’s gentle

Such gifts are priceless, not for rental

See all that you can with eyes anew

Before they are taken away from you


What you have are blessed beyond measure20050515-8942%20Kyle%20looking%20up

Be grateful, treat them like gold or treasure

Begin the day with joy that erupts

The best way to begin is to look up.


(C) Wendy Robinson August 2015

It is good to have money, and the things money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure you haven’t lost the things money can’t buy. ~ George H Lorimer

Disclaimer: Two of the images are mine. The rest are from the internet and credit goes to the various photographers who captured them.

You may re-blog but please ensure you include my name and ask for permission.

An Award?? The Infinity Dreams Award?

The Infinity Dreams Award nomination came as a big surprise and I thank Afrika Bohemian for selecting me as one of her 111908146_10204925176272710_7274624782203149946_n nominees. This is my first award folks and I feel honoured to be nominated by a fellow blogger and writer.

Afrika’s blog is so down to earth and her writing flows easily, is intimate and entertaining and she has the knack of sounding as though she is talking personally just to you. I invite you to visit Afrika’s world. Bouquets to you for your engaging Tribe 53 blog Afrika. And keep that beautiful smile going!

What exactly is the Infinity Dreams Award?

The Infinity Dreams Award symbolises being that breath of life that catalyses faith in reaching new heights.’

My interpretation of the award is for all writers to ignore limits and keep dreaming and working towards their goal. Your dreams are infinite!

Rules for the Infinity Dreams Award:

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and make sure you link back.
  • Post the award badge and rules.
  • Tell 11 facts about yourself.
  • Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
  • Nominate 11 other bloggers and set questions for them.

11 Facts about me that you probably don’t know and I’ll admit, I’m nervous about sharing:SnoopyWoodstock

  1. I love reading and when I’m absorbed in a book, I never want it to end.
  2. I cry at sad movies and when reading touching stories.
  3. My day is empty without music and it’s my sanity-restorer.
  4. I absolutely love Snoopy and Woodstock and I still have them on my bedside table.
  5. I enjoy all genres of movies: comedy, romance, adventures, sci-fi, detective, mystery, sagas.
  6. I can’t swim – I drown! Definitely no Titanic for me.
  7. I used to sing in the shower as a kid– and loud! This kid had no need for a mic! 😛
  8. I power-walk and also do a mini walk with my dog after.
  9. I have to be dragged off the dance floor as I love dancing.
  10. I’m grateful I was born in Burma as I love durian, guavas, custard apple, lychees, mangosteenIMG_4500
  11. I still have the first pair of red Jane Debster high-heel shoes I bought soon after working.


My Responses to Afrika Bohemian’s questions:

  1. Do you enjoy the City or Country more

I love both the city and country life. I love the vibrancy of city life and especially the cafes, coffee spots, art galleries, shops, the quay area, the theatres, cinemas, parks. I also enjoy the vast open spaces, the cattle and sheep, the country-town feel and the fresh smell of country life.

  1. The Movie or the Book

I love reading so books are my first choice. I do however love a good movie and there appears to be a spate of good movies out at the moment.

  1. Home cooked meal or take out

Nothing beats home-cooking, especially my mum’s so will choose that over a restaurant anyday. I do however, enjoying eating out at my favourite restaurants and cafes. I’m not a bad cook myself.

  1. Which super villain would you choose to be

None that I aspire to but I’d star alongside Keanu Reeves any day.

  1. Love is …

Definitely my family.

  1. How do you like to spend a rainy day

Curled up under the quilt with a good book.

  1. Can you share one quote or saying you love, that keeps you going in life?

That’s a tough one as I DO love quotes but I think Ann Landers words are comforting no matter the scenario: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself the most comforting words of all: ‘This, too, shall pass.’

  1. If you were mayor for the day, what three things would you change about your city?

We need a theatre for all the local talent so I would be involved in establishing a spacious one with good seating, lighting and acoustics.

The commuters need a larger parking area at the railway station and it is a necessity, not a luxury. I would therefore, utilise the space above the station by creating a multi-storeyed car park.

The many fine, historical homes in the area are being knocked down and replaced with modern houses or apartment blocks. I would do my best to restore the historical homes and gardens.

  1. What’s the most anti-establishment thing you’ve ever done?

I was new to the Westchester area in New York, got lost, was then running late for a paediatric doctor’s appointment and had my baby daughter with a raging temperature in the car. I took a wrong turn and ended up on the ramp to the park way and turned my car around and tried to go back up the ramp. Needless to say, New York’s finest caught me! My misadventure is recorded on my blog, under the title “Driving in New York – Part 2: Caught by the NYPD”.

  1. What’s one favourite thing you do by yourself?

Singing (with the windows up) to a favourite CD while driving.

  1. Share one thing you didn’t understand about the world when you were a kid.

I read Uncle Tom’s Cabin and found slavery upsetting and repugnant and wondered why there was such inequality in society. Even at that young age, I found it thought-provoking!


My nominees for the Infinity Dreams Award are: (Big drum roll)


My Questions:

  1. Do you love your career or work?
  2. Name your favourite author or book?
  3. What’s your guilty pleasure?
  4. Who inspires you and why?
  5. Favourite food?
  6. Relate your good or disastrous travel experience.
  7. Sunset or sunrise?
  8. Your favourite pastime.
  9. Who would you like to accompany you on any adventure?
  10. Something you did that your parents don’t know about.
  11. If you were the President/Prime Minister/King or Queen what particular policy would you change in your country?

Thank you for nominating me Afrika!

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. ~ William Arthur Ward

Disclaimer: The images are not my own but from the internet. My thanks go to the various artists or photographers for their work. Oops: Let’s rewind a bit – the above photos of Snoopy, Woodstock and my red shoes, ARE my own work. Yay!  🙂

(c) Wendy Robinson November 2015


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