Happy New Year!

Love Poem tessa Saks

By Tessa Saks

It is in the dawn of New Years Eve

that many find strength and do believe.

They believe they’ll change their long set ways

and try their hardest in the coming days.

But time

has a way of letting us know

what habits last and what will go.



These are wonderful!


[The links provided within today’s post provide additional insight into the world of simplicity as they connect to previous catnipoflife postings. For Eskimo Kisses, the link directs you to catnipoflife poetry within which you will need to scroll for the new poem.]

SimplicityHave you ever given much thought to the word, simplicity, other than relating it to the little things, those being easy to understand or do? There is simplicity of the world around us, simplicity of the moment, simplicity of thoughts, simplicity of actions, simplicity of trust, simplicity of values, simplicity of character, simplicity of respect, simplicity of generosity, which all fall within the complexity of love. None of these are hard to achieve. All reign within the realm of beauty, simple beauty, beauty of heart, mind, soul.

The mindset of beauty, its purity & clarity, forms the simplicity of elegance. To be elegant…

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Bits and Pieces of Love…

Love christmas

Bits and Pieces of Love…

The box of Christmas ornaments hidden away for so long spilled onto the floor; memories flooded back, two adult children taken from me.  Frozen in time, I picked up the handmade treasures; paper, ribbon, bits and pieces of love formed into special ornaments that these children made for me when they were children.

Tonight I sit, a wounded soul and I write a letter that I have not written since I myself was a child.  

Dear Santa Clause,

There are just a few wishes this year on my list.  Leave me a sign that my children know how much they are missed.  Leave me a box of magic needles and thread to mend my heart so that I may find a reason to get out of bed .  Maybe a bag of Christmas Spirit filled with love that eases the pain of what I lost to Heaven above.  Do you still remember me Santa after all of these years; do you remember how your gifts could take away my tears?  I know that I have ask for a lot, but can I have a reason to live tied up in a shiny new box; four years…a long time to grieve, please Santa with all my heart I want to believe. 

Love, Anne

This is such a beautiful and touching piece from Anne Johnson Murphree, a writer who lost her children. The link below connects you with her blog and more heartwarming pieces.

Bits and Pieces of Love….

To be Romantic or Not to Be

Love Poem Romantic Shakespearere

To Be Romantic or Not To Be

By Tessa Saks and Will Shakespeare

To be romantic or not to be: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the soul to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous passion,

Or to take arms against a sea of desire,

And by opposing end them? To think: To control;

To rationalize: And by rationalize to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural desires

That flesh is heir to, ’tis a discipline

Devoutly to be wish’d. To think, to control;

To control perchance to prevent heartbreak: ay, there’s the rub;

For in that protecting from heartache what love may we miss

When we have resisted opening to the beauty before us.

Must give us pause:  there’s the regret of long lost loves

For who would bear the whips and scorns of rejected love,

The risk unbalanced, the outcome failing,

The pangs of unrequited love: None but the romantic.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

Save for the romantic.

The romantic that enterprises of great pith and moment

And in this regard their currents turn awry,

And win in the name of love.


Thanks to The Professor for the inspiration on this one.

How Much in Our Lives is Tangible?


I just received the print version of my new novel to proof. It feels real. Finally.

Not that an eBook isn’t real. But paper has a sense of permanence, of contribution.

That it really does exist.

But this also made we wonder–

How much in our lives is tangible?

What makes something real?

Our memories are such a huge part of who we are:

we remember the joy of a first kiss

the frustration of a low grade in school

the pain from a breakup

the thrill of a win, no matter how small.

All these memories combine to shape who we are. Yet, other than some photos, some souvenirs or keepsake items, we rely on memory.

So the big question is:

With so many memories, which ones do we choose to revisit?

Which ones guide our life and our choices?

Which ones interfere in our reactions?

Help in our compassion?

We sift and sort and choose.

Some of us choose to revisit more of the joyous and the fun.

Some choose misery and pain. But we choose.

And whatever we choose to revisit does shape us. Everyday.

We, in this intangible but living dream called life, decide which files in the mind to flag important and which ones to trash.

Some of us are really good at trashing them. I’m learning to hit that trash button every time a memory surfaces that involves hurt or rejection or indifference. Anything that left me wounded in some small way–good-bye! I trash it and let the person who did it to me have a clean slate.

It’s not easy! The deeper the hurt, the more it reappears and needs to be trashed again. But in time, I hope the inbox of my memories is filled with the good, the happy, the thrilling.

Kind of makes sense really–

make room for what you really want to remember your life to be like–

writing your own history and creating your own tangible book that is you!

Weep No More For I am Gone but Not Lost

Weep No More Loss

Weep no more for I am gone but not lost.

I live in the eternal life of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

In the unseen reality of all that is real, all that is true, all that matters.

I am here, hidden from view but surrounding all life. Encompassing it.

Whole. Complete.

A vision of light.

I have no fear. No worries. I am complete.

I take only what I need and give more than I desire.

I am lost in the wind and found in the trees.

I am part of water, part of life, part of death.

I blend into the forgotten and surface in the memories.

I am never gone from you.

I dissolve back into oneness with life.

I am purity reborn. Allow me to roam the caverns and crevices of life.

Let me expand into darkness and shed light.

Hold me close but let me go, expanding evermore into light and love.

When my quest is done, I will rest.

But do not believe I am resting now. I am very much alive and living.

I am better. I am whole.

I can expand into love and life without end.

Could you imagine this? Please do.

Hold no regrets for my passing.

It is of flesh and bones I pass on, but I pass on to life.

I am better now. Can this be?

It can and yes. I have no regrets. Only love. Only kindness. Only forgiveness.

I lived and loved and will continue on this journey.

I am in a new flesh, invisible to you, unseen and misunderstood.

But here I am, speaking now. Full of wonder and joy.

Be happy.

There is more to life than you could ever imagine.

It does not end. It begins anew and yet continues.

We are one.

We are part of something bigger. Something grander than you could ever imagine.

We are without needs. Without worries. Without tears.

There is laughter and joy.

Be joyous. Fill your hearts with love. Drink in life.

Enjoy what lies before you.

Enjoy what lay behind you.

You are part of all of it. Enjoy it all.

There is much that you can do if you allow.

There is much that you can be.

What will you be?

Open the doors to your soul and allow yourself to be love…at all times.

To see the love in everyone.

To experience love. To awaken to joy.

Eliminate doubt. Eliminate worry. Eliminate greed. Eliminate jealousy.

We are one. That is the lesson you seek.

That is all you need to know. So simple, yet so misunderstood.

Can you live it now?


Be one with all life.

It is there for you.

You are a part of everything so you need not hoard.

You need not worry for having.

You have it all, already.

Dream the dream and it is yours.

What script do you wake up to each day?

What if I told you they are only scripts? They are all movie roles. You choose. You act. You believe. But they are merely scripts.

Write your own script.

Live your own life.

Seek your own joy.

Be not a follower of false promises and beliefs.

Do not live others scripts.

Live yours.

Write yours.

Be yours.

Be you.

Now. Today. This moment.