This bit is from anupturnedsoul intro-ing the reblog: This is a great post about one person's journey through life thus far... and it's one incredibly inspiring story! I've always been intrigued about the personal story behind the person because there's so much more to people that meets the eye, and often in our meetings we... Continue Reading →
This bit is from anupturnedsoul: I haven't yet figured out how to reblog properly using the new (which is now old) WP format. So this is a part of my learning curve (which I'm being slow about learning). The post I'm reblogging made me stop and read it (but I didn't comment because I'm me,... Continue Reading →
My wife and I had an argument. It took me some time to realize that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I know I’m a man and that is typically how we define normal, but his was different. I mean, I understood the words, even in proper order, but I couldn’t […]... Continue Reading →
Many years ago, while searching for something to read in a secondhand bookshop, I came across - Going Mad to Stay Sane - The Psychology of Self-Destructive Behaviour by Andy White - in the psychology, mythology, alternative healing and self-help section (which in this bookstore was in a small alcove separated from the rest of... Continue Reading →
. “I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ― Emily Dickinson . With a little effort on my part I might be able to get the lantern in the photo above to work as it once perhaps did. It's rusty, and bent in places where it should not be bent. It's a bit broken... Continue Reading →
Have you ever done something and... perhaps thought it was what you should be doing at the time, but... awhile later you second guess yourself and wish you had a second chance, but it's too late, the moving finger wrote and you can't travel back in time to do things differently. . . So what... Continue Reading →
. Change is a natural part of life. Sometimes it is for the better, sometimes for the worse, sometimes its ambiguous and we're not really sure whether it's good or bad or neutral. It just happens and that's that. We may try to fight it, or we may try to force it... I've been trying... Continue Reading →
"It takes tremendous discipline to control the influence, the power you have over other people's lives." - Clint Eastwood . Ah, fictional characters! So easy to fall in love with, to love, and never have to deal with any of the icky, sticky, and tricky side of love. They're so reliable, always there for you,... Continue Reading →
What is beauty? They (you know, those they that say things) say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder... ... and when they say that we all tend to nod as though we know exactly what they mean, but what do they mean exactly? If I see something beautiful, is it really beautiful... Continue Reading →
There isn't much about life, people, myself, about anything or anyone else which surprises me enough to cause my mouth to drop open and my chin to hit the ground. It does happen but it is very rare. . . I'm not bragging, in fact I'm a bit annoyed about that as I like being... Continue Reading →
Before I launch into another long post where I talk all about myself, and verbally masturbate until I selfishly orgasm, I'd like to say... Thank you very much to the wonderful person who inspired this post, our conversations mean a lot to me... I'm not going to make you take the blogging stage, but if... Continue Reading →
a whole made of halves . “It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.” ― Alessandro Baricco . What is nostalgia? What is it for you? . Is it the other half of a whole... a fraction of a whole, which takes up more space than the rest... . Is... Continue Reading →
Have you ever had one on those moments when... everything was just right... not right as in free from wrong... not right as in perfect, because perfection is... not right, or free, it's stressful, at least the human version of it is... isn't... because it requires too much thought of the intellectual kind which is... Continue Reading →
. "I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real" ― Johnny Cash . Imagine a door. Behind this door is the home of your dreams. Every room is exactly as you've imagined it could be, furnished just for you. But... The door is... Continue Reading →
Grazie mille e mille grazie to Seashell, for taking part in my challenge and challenging me, for being so gracious, as always, and for being a deep sea diver in life, and asking questions like this one: . Dear Ursula, here is my question: how do you manage to write and find inspiration everyday? have... Continue Reading →
. “Life is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.” ― Danny Kaye . What is the meaning IN life? The IN rather than the OF? What does that mean? Do you know what it means? Do you know the meaning… IN or OF or both or... Continue Reading →
. “Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.” ― Hunter S. Thompson . How do you express your uniqueness? Don't you first have to figure out what it is? What is that something which makes you... you... unique... you-nique. We may all be born that way, unique, special snowflakes or whatever, but life and other people... Continue Reading →
What are you thinking? Quick, take a screenshot of it... before you think about thinking and change the thought by doing that! Did you capture it? . . “The human mind is like that monkey, incessantly active by its own nature, then it becomes drunk with the wine of desire, thus increasing its turbulence. After... Continue Reading →
. “I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What... Continue Reading →
One of the first things Manny said to me when I met him was - I have only three years to live. That was a rather grim (reaper) introduction. . Paul Gustave Dore - Raven . However he didn't seem that bothered about his appointment in Samarra. So why should I be bothered by it,... Continue Reading →
. . Last night I watched - Harmontown - and frigging loved it! Dan Harmon is that awesome teacher... you rarely get to meet in school. The one who tells it to you like it is. Whatever 'it' is. He tells you how awful the education system is. That's why he's a shit teacher, that's... Continue Reading →
Sometimes in my wanderings I come across a creative expression which leaves me speechless within and without… this is one of those.
A beautiful poem, mesmerising and inspiring, thank you for sharing!
Sometimes I climb the walls
To lie on the ceiling
Lingering in the webs
Holding back & healing
Suspended in guiding light
Permeated with insight
I balance on the wire
Afraid to fall into the fire
Stepping on the stones of light
Embracing the flame
Awakening the change
I challenge the steps
Taken with burnt toes
With lessons learned
The burning feeds my life
Bruised & battered
But still whole
Walking the tightrope
Of mind, body, & soul
Uplift through newly formed wings
Integrated & aligned
All needs combined
Through you & me
And not material things
The flight is nice
And freedom’s calling
It won’t keep you from falling
Away from fear
And your true calling
I follow that voice
Still slightly unknown
Through mysteries unfurled
And problems uncurled
I make the choice
Its me at the…
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Since I am completely spaced out at the moment and can’t hold a thought in my mind long enough to think it, I’m sharing an old post about a different kind of spaced and space – a dream I had which was vivid, fun and insightful.
Last night I went to a party. It was at an old mansion in the countryside which was owned by a polymath of the mysteries of life, death, and everything else. He had turned part of his house into a restaurant called MoonVooDoo. It was not a typical restaurant, it was not a restaurant at all, but the owner called it a restaurant. You couldn’t go there without being invited by the host, but he was a very sociable and welcoming man, who invited all those he felt would enjoy and feel at home in such a place.
It was a beautiful evening, and we dined outside. There was a long table on the lawn, surrounded by an odd assortment of antique chairs. Food and drinks of all sorts, for all tastes and palates, was laid before us. Brightly coloured lanterns were strung between tall trees. It was…
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A very beautiful, expressive, and deeply personal story about love, life, death and loss told by a talented writer of inner poetry. Thank you for sharing!
A few weeks after you died, I was invited to go to the top of the mountain where I had never been. I concurred.
The night before we were to drive, however, I started to panic. My heart was racing, anxiety inside me churned, and I paced in my pajama, thinking, ” I can’t go. You are not with me. I haven’t been any new place without you.”
I felt nervous and considered of cancelling the trip when I spotted the black box that held your ashes.
“Ah, I just take you with me.”
I poured some of your ashes into a small pill container, deposited it in my purse and went to bed. I felt calm. Everything was going to be okay.
Next morning, as we were driving, I confessed to everybody that I had your ashes with me.
“I hope you are okay with it and don’t think…
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A post I wrote this time last year. In it I share a link to a wonderful post by a great blogger, some extracts of an interesting book on aspects of love (seduction), and a dream which I will never forget and which had a powerful impact on me (and my approach to love).
Enjoy (sorry, it’s a long one as usual)!
Have a Happy Valentine’s Day!
A quick intro and then a story about a dream lover.
Do you remember the first time you dreamed about your ideal lover? Can you still picture him or her?
Is that first ideal lover the same as the one you dream about today?
Even if you’re warmly ensconced in a relationship with a lover, you may still have moments of wandering in the land of ideals, ideal you, ideal them, ideal love.
It’s a fun trip into the place where daydreams glow and grow. Ideals inspire us. And it is wonderful to feel inspired, the feeling lifts us up and transports us on a magic carpet ride.
This post is inspired (as in unashamedly ripping off his idea) by – Christopher Malone of The Infinite Abyss(es) – and his recent Valentine’s Day post – A Valentine, Red; A Kettle, Black: An Essay. It is a long read, but…
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...where the Sun don't shine! This is probably the most horrible prompt I've yet to set eyes upon... which is why I quite like it. . Do or Die You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a... Continue Reading →
. . There is nothing free about free association other than the word itself, but even that is shackled by the thoughts, the dreams, ideals, it conjures. A prisoner of the mind, emotion, a distant sense of something elusive singing a siren’s song luring us to places of fantasy whose reality lies hidden beneath the... Continue Reading →
Can you recall who your role models were when you were a child? The other day I idly asked myself this question, and before I could form an answer in a logical, methodical and wordy manner, my mind was flooded with a succession of images of all the characters, fictional or real, who inspired me... Continue Reading →
Beautiful post, wonderfully written, please read it.
Thank you for sharing!
We are all bully capable.
The problem is some kids and adults are serial bullies. As a society we want to discourage bully mentality. Sometimes we don’t do enough and sometimes we do too much. There are hundreds of stories of people who don’t do enough, but I would like to point out that sometimes we do too much and in doing so we become the bullies ourselves.
There was a little girl, Amy, who had gotten suspended from school. She was 9. One of her friends did something mean so Amy told another friend she wanted to just kill her mean friend. This friend, the one she confided her hurt AND anger, told on her. Amy was interrogated the entire day in the school office, in part by an off duty police officer about what she said and why. She was scared but told the truth and confessed what…
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This is a beautiful story of the spirit of Christmas and humans.
I’m linking this to today’s Daily Post prompt: Getting Seasonal. I hope the author of this doesn’t mind.
The Daily prompt asked: The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?
If I answered this from my own experience… but so much of this time of year is about understanding the world beyond yourself, how this season affects those who are around you, in all the diverse layers which surround you, and what it means for them. What it means for others can change what it means for you too.
Enjoy, best wishes and thank you for sharing your spirit of this season!
My mom, Nancy, is posting a different Christmas memory for 12 days. She gave me her blessing to repost them here. It’s amazing how a life story can be told through the lens of a certain day.
Seventh Christmas Day Memory
(As most of you know, Phil was shot and killed June 9, 1984 while serving with the VA National Guard, and Philip/PJ was born 5 weeks later on July 15th.)
There we were in Fredericksburg having our first Christmas after Phil was killed. I took on the all the tasks – determined that Christmas would happen for the children just like they expected. Wrangling a Christmas tree brought me to tears as I dragged it home and struggled to get the dang thing to stay up. I baked, I shopped, I prepared for the stockings, check /check /check – everything getting done on my list. I knew I could…
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