Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
"And still, because between us hung the veil, The myriad-tinted veil of sense, thy feet Refused their rest, thy hands the gifts of life, Thy heart its losses, lest some lesser face Should blur mine image in thine upturned soul Ere death had stamped it there. This was thy thought. And mine?" - Edith Wharton,... Continue Reading →
Are you an Optimist or a Pessimist? Are you Positive or Negative? Are you a Dreamer or a Realist? Do other people agree with your choice of which one you are? Do others call you a Pessimist when you think you’re being an Optimist? Do they accuse you of being Negative when you think you’re... Continue Reading →
. . Is this a photograph of a bicycle? Yes or No. Unless you’re feeling a bit Magritte today, you’d probably go with Yes as an answer. I’m going with Yes, because I took the photograph (and took it this morning, and as far as I am aware not much has changed in my sliver... Continue Reading →
. . "I used to be ashamed of my perceived eccentricities so I modified my behaviour accordingly in an attempt to appear normal. This galvanised my shame, it was making me a better person yet there was so much more work to be done for I was not good enough and it truly believed it... Continue Reading →
I love this post, this letter to ego, this conversation with self. Deeply contemplative and inspiring!
I wonder if the ego will reply, and if it does it in letter form too.
This reminds me of one of my favourite quotes:
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”– Rumi
Thank you very much for sharing.
This post is inspired by an article I read today also titled A Letter to Ego.
Dear Ego,
Here are a few thoughts that have been circling my mind over and over in recent weeks and honestly I’m tired of them and I’m tired of your grasp on me and my perception of the world.
You’re Not Always Right
I know you like to think that you are always right, but really, you’re not. There are no right or wrong answers, opinions, or thoughts; there are just answers, opinions, and thoughts.
How can anything I say be right or wrong when the definitions of right and wrong are chosen by you and other egos?
I know that you have me believing everything I say is either right or wrong because you have the fear. It’s all an illusion and you’re not real anyway so why should I listen to…
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. . If a wormhole opened up before you offering you a trip to a possible alternate universe, would you step through it? What if that wormhole offered you the ability to travel back in time in this universe, would you take the leap? If you hesitated so long that the wormhole collapsed in on... Continue Reading →
Listed under the subjects which people should not mention to me (or should run like hell if I mention them) unless they want me to launch into a headache-inducing discussion-debate-rant, wherein I will analyse something to death, go off on several tangents at once, and gesticulate in a manner which makes me appear as though... Continue Reading →
. . This post is sort of about astrology and it sort of isn’t about astrology. It’s a bit like talking about the weather, yet not talking about the weather. When you talk about the weather with someone, what you’re often doing is filling an awkward silence which you think needs to be filled. You... Continue Reading →
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts..." - Shakespeare (who else!) . . When you tell a story, who is the story for? When you talk, who is your listener? When you write,... Continue Reading →
. . One of the things which I try to assess about a person when I’m interacting with them is where they are coming from. [Such as are they the sort of person who will read the previous sentence and trip over my incorrect use of grammar. Will they be offended by my error so... Continue Reading →
This is one of my ‘One year ago today I posted this’ reblogs.
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Every now and then I actually re-read my old posts, mostly out of curiosity to see what my crazy brain was up to then and whether I still agree with what I thought at that time, or if I have shifted to an opposite view.
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Sometimes, after I’ve said something I realise how stupid it not only sounded but was… sometimes I realise that as I am saying it… on rare occasions I am surprised how smart I was, pity such things don’t always have a lasting effect.
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Often I’m reluctant to re-read my writing because… perhaps it might cause some temporal rift in the fabric of the universe inside my mind. It’s held together with spit, so that thing is a definite probability.
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Anyway this one wasn’t too cringe-worthy to re-read… so me now is re-sharing what me then said because me now is too lazy to write a new post.
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Enjoy (hopefully)!
One of the first posts I wrote when I started blogging was about labels, the ones which others give us and the ones which we give ourselves. It was inspired by the use of tags, and having to write an ‘About’ and other aspects of labelling which come with the territory of blogs.
I haven’t posted that piece on my WordPress and probably won’t because it was a tentative dip into post writing, a warm-up exercise in expressing myself, but here is an extract.
“We label ourselves as much as others label us and we label them. Labels help us to filter our surroundings, and the people in them. If we know what our labels are, then we can search for others who wear the same label, we know where we belong, and we know where we don’t belong. Very neat and tidy. Unless you are allergic to labels. Which…
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. . Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gen. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her to continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here’s a spot. Doct. Hark! she speaks. I will set... Continue Reading →
She Liked her own Post! As I was perusing this week’s Weekly Writing challenge: Overheard, I saw something which made me do a double-take, not dissimilar to the ones which I do when I overhear something which makes me notice that I heard it in the first place. Robyn, the creator of this challenge and... Continue Reading →
I may have overrated this personality test by saying it was ultimate (creative license... stretched?)... which isn't really an official personality type test, online or otherwise. I definitely did. I can explain (or excuse) what I did using one of many tools which offer us a glimpse into our possible personality from an external angle.... Continue Reading →
Hope the heating oil company doesn't mind, but my partner and I used their mailer as a means of communication... in our own particular way of doing it. . . The other night I watched an episode of the TV series Haven - a show about a place whose residents suffer from some very bizarre... Continue Reading →
. .Apparently I should write a book rather than write posts for my blog, because someone might accidentally read my posts whereas no one will read my book. Or at least that is how I interpreted what was said to me in a comment this morning: “Stop writing up things like this on a blog;... Continue Reading →
. . A friend of a friend recently revealed that a project of theirs, of the team of which they are a part, had been shortlisted for an Oscar nomination in one of those categories which doesn’t always make it to the show which airs on TV, but which is still very important to those... Continue Reading →
You know that saying – A picture is worth a thousand words – well, this photograph is worth a thousand memories to me. Every pixel teems with stories for me – including misadventures on a mobilette, such as almost being detained as a possible teenage terrorist because I was driving erratically – and my first time passing out at a party and waking up the following day with no idea where I was, which was at the Australian Embassy residence (close to the bridge).
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The Bir-Hakeim bridge is one which I refer to as the Passy bridge, as the Which Way? that I went was from the Eiffel tower side – where I lived and went to school – to the other side, which is an area known as Passy – where I socialised after school and at the weekends hanging out at a little cafe-bar which was tucked almost underneath the bridge just after it made landfall. Yes, I went the other way too, retraced my steps (or took the metro) to get home, but in my mind my movement was towards Passy even when I was moving away from it.
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The halfway point across the bridge, the part which looks a bit like the prow of a ship and felt like one too when you stood looking out at the Seine, is a place which holds a special memory. The last time I saw a very good friend of mine, we sat on the prow of that imaginary ship, talking about the meaning of life and the currents which flow through it and carry us here and there, near and far. My friend was being carried across an ocean by the currents of life and I was staying put before being carried off elsewhere. We knew that we probably would never see or speak to each other again, so in that last conversation we were more honest with each other than we had ever been before – similar to the way that strangers are, as soon we would be strangers once again.
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The memories which this photograph captures for me are mostly sweet, at least they are now viewed from the height of living in the future and looking back at the past – a past whose details are lost due to distance, yet the overall structure of it can be perceived in a way now which it could not be seen then, as everything was up close and personal.
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A beautiful photograph, from a gifted photographer and traveler, who shares views, captured as she flows along the current of her life, on her stunning blog.
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Thank you for sharing!
The bridge at the bottom of this shot is the Bir-Hakeim, a 2-level bridge taking metro trains on the top and cars, cycles and pedestrians below.
The bridge is beautiful from ground level, with its rows of pillars and huge lamps, but from up here (the Eiffel Tower needless to say) you can appreciate its size and overall structure.
If Jane accuses John of being a narcissist, and Jane then tells Mark, Mindy, and Sue that John is a narcissist, and Sue (triggered by her own personal and painful experience of a romantic relationship with a narcissist from which she has yet to recover) then tells Tom that John is a narcissist, Mark (who... Continue Reading →
. . When the Moon hits your eye like a BIG… Yes, you know what comes next… if you don’t, consider yourself lucky, the rest of us now have that song playing in (or with) our minds. That’s… not amore, that’s a pizza! Pizza. What does the word mean to you? Is your mouth watering... Continue Reading →
A magnificent tour de force of writing, creative thinking and feeling! – that’s what I felt and thought after I had finished reading this story. There are so many nuances within, insights into the psyche, the cupidity of cupid, and the vagaries of life, of relationships, or ourselves.
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Please read and enjoy!
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Thank you for sharing!
I saw this prompt yesterday and was drawn to that tiny little dark window in the background. I’m not even sure exactly what it is, but this is the story I instantly saw in my head. I’m not sure it exactly fits the prompt, but I had fun writing it *wink*
They forgot about this place. Huntsford Country House has many little nooks and crannies, a half dozen disused and ignored buildings, but I remember where they all are. I spent most of my childhood running around the estate when my dad was groundskeeper here. I reckon I know the grounds better than I know my new, speciality apartment. Good thing really, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here today.
Dad taught me lots of things, how to set traps, how to hunt, how to forage and how to load and fire a rifle. Useful skills, not the ones I…
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My thoughts are like knives at the moment, sharp scalpels cutting through the flesh of matter, trying to figure out whether what once mattered still matters..
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The mind is like a closet which occasionally needs a good clear-out, but doing such a thing… oh, look, I’d forgotten that I had that, I can’t get rid of that I might need it someday in the future never, it may be useful even though it hasn’t been that way for a while or ever.
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Or something like that.
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My blog is a reflection of my mind in some ways, and so… here is something I found, should I keep it or throw it away? That’s not really a question, as if I start deleting posts to clear out my blog closet… the entire blog will get deleted, and I’m not ready to do something like that at this time or maybe ever.
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That’s an ideal. To stop punishing the me today by regretting the stuff that who I was, even yesterday, did do or didn’t do, or said or didn’t say. Ideals are there to inspire not become a reality. If I try to make the ideal a reality, I’ll end up getting annoyed at myself if I don’t live up to it which will lead to more kicking of self every time I stray from the ideal.
It is important to remember that I am human. You are human too. Those others who seem perfect from a distance are also human.
Have you ever looked at someone else who seems to have the perfect life, the one you may secretly want and kick yourself for not having, and wondered why they’re not happy or as happy as you would be if you had their life? Because just like you and me…
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. . . . . . . . . . ...minimalist. . . "The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?" - Confucius . .
The Devil's Rejects (2005) - written & directed by Rob Zombie (a Capricorn) . . Do Capricorns like silly people - is a search term which led someone to my blog. It made me chuckle so much that I decided to dedicate a post to it. It also made me intensely curious about what had... Continue Reading →
“Hi, I took a study and found out I am a covert narcissist. Do you think there is anything I can do about this to change or is it hopeless? You can be honest.” . . This question was asked of me by Anonymous (on tumblr). It’s not the first time someone has asked me... Continue Reading →
. . Ah, the cosmic irony of it! There is nothing in life which I love more than cosmic irony (and for the sake of brevity, at least my version of such a concept - if I ever say "let me be brief" run for your life because it's going to be a long journey... Continue Reading →
. . I make people uncomfortable. Well… that’s debatable. People do seem to experience discomfort around me but... am I making them that way or...? In theory… or is it in practice…?… I can’t make them anything, however we all influence each other to a certain degree and simplify the complicated by saying things such... Continue Reading →
There’s a quote which keeps popping up in my blog’s search results: . . . . “My life, my rules, love me or reject me, I don't care.” . . I hadn’t heard or seen this particular quote before, phrased in this manner... phrased in other ways it is familiar... the attitude it expresses is... Continue Reading →
. . Ninnery, ninnery... the sound which old sewing machines make. . By birth I am one of you, by death I'll be one of them. Them, you know, the ones who are sometimes remembered by you after they are gone. A bygone... a memory... perhaps part of a story which you tell to others... Continue Reading →
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost . . Communicating with others is my idea of both heaven and hell. . “Solitude sometimes is best society.” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost . It is something I long for... Continue Reading →
