Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
I used to wander off a lot as a child. One of my mother's favourite anecdotes to tell about toddler-me was the time we were at the beach, and a stranger ran up to my mother urgently pointing at a slowly disappearing into the distance child in a flotation ring on the sea. Is that... Continue Reading →
Why is that hammock empty? Why would anyone, once in it, ever get out of it again. Doesn't it look idyllic. Warm. Inviting. The sound of crystal clear waters lapping gently against the shoreline. There's even a boat just in case you want to go somewhere else, but you never do because you're exactly where... Continue Reading →
I was recently asked about how two narcissists ended up together. The two narcissists in question are my father and my mother... How did they hook up? What made them decide to turn that hooking up into a marriage? If one narcissist needs the world to revolve around him/her, how on earth could having two... Continue Reading →
The question: What if you died and came back as someone else's memory of you? The idea behind the question: Imagine that there was a way to come back to life after you died. But... there is always a but... To come back to life after death relies on 2 things: 1 - Someone (anyone... Continue Reading →
When I first moved into my house, I stated that I wouldn't do anything to it until I'd lived here for awhile... I was rather pleased with myself for stating that because it showed to me that I'd actually learned something from past mistakes made due to rushing in, letting loose, excitedly doing stuff in... Continue Reading →
Thank you to lansealan for suggesting the idea of writing a post about going out to eat with a narcissist. . So, where to begin... perhaps first I should mention that most of my experiences of going out to eat with a narcissist involve one or both of my parents. I apologise to any narcissist... Continue Reading →
The title of this post comes from a sentence in one of my favourite Monty Python sketches - Court Scene [Multiple Murder]. . excerpt via Monty Python scripts (click on the link for the whole scene) or watch the video at the bottom of this post . I saw this sketch when I was in... Continue Reading →
For my 6th birthday, my mother decided to have a party. I know it was my sixth birthday because of the shape of the candle on the cake... it could have been a five... . . I can't recall if she had ever thrown a party for my birthday before then. She definitely threw parties... Continue Reading →
. “I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you….. I think... Continue Reading →
Do you look before you leap or leap and look later? Chances are you do a bit of both depending on the situation and how much you want to do one or the other. At any given point we have a hundred tangents bearing down on our decisions, from our past, present, and all those... Continue Reading →
. How do you wake up in the morning? I sometimes awake in a state of panic. Usually it's a false alarm. A bell ringing in my head which shocks my eyes open, kicks my body out of bed all the way to the front door to open it... and then abandons my still asleep... Continue Reading →
Do you want the long version or the short version? For those of you who have read my posts, you're probably wondering if I even know what a short version is. Yes, I do... (I was tempted to end this post here, and do a runner) it's just not something I do on my blog.... Continue Reading →
. “The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.” ― Thérèse de Lisieux . Do you like to keep things simple or... Continue Reading →
. “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly;... Continue Reading →
Poltergeist . What's your viewing pleasure? Do you like watching TV shows, films, documentaries, the news, youtube videos, etc? Playing video games? Going out to see a play, opera, or to a comedy club? Strolling around a museum, gallery, park? What thrills your eyes and stimulates your mind through your eyes? What soothes your soul,... Continue Reading →
image by Mirtle . I've placed myself in rather a strange position. This isn't the first time I've done something like that. For all the thinking that I do, I sometimes don't think things through. I don't work out all the possible consequences in advance... and then figure out if I am willing to... Continue Reading →
The private pilot of this ship. I have no idea from where the title of this post comes, nor what it means. I saw those words scribbled on a notepad beside my computer in my handwriting. They obviously meant something to the me who wrote them a few days ago. I know it was a... Continue Reading →
Can you remember who you were when you were sixteen? Do you want to remember that version of yourself? How much is your memory of the you of then coloured by who you are now, what you know now... about yourself, others, your life, the world? . . It's strange, isn't it, the way we... Continue Reading →
When I was a child I was told that the seed of a thistle was a fairy, and if I captured it without harming it while it floated by, I could make a wish upon it. . . For the wish to come true I had to let the Thistle Fairy go, blowing it gently... Continue Reading →
If you were to write a book in which you told the story of your life - What would the name of your memoir be? That question caught my eye while I was wandering aimlessly on Buzzfeed. I enjoy taking silly quizzes, as it can be an insightful and fun way of getting to know... Continue Reading →
. Let’s play a game… Let’s play… Spot the Narcissist! Imagine that you’re at a party, there are lots of people there, this place is packed and buzzing with a mix of all sorts of humans. Going with stats and those sort of number games... someone in this lot of people at this party is... Continue Reading →
Greeting and glad tidings to Jen, and a cornucopia of thank yous for taking the plunge into my challenge (go here if you want to know more about the challenge), for joining in the fun, and for asking this question: . "You’ve said somewhere recently that you’re a hermit. I’m curious if you feel that... 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 →
. If you're my age or thereabouts... - which in trending terms would be the sort of person who wears flats to The Cannes Film Festival (I have no idea what the real story behind the snowballing media 'real story' version is, it's hard to believe anything these days, but this has stirred up so... Continue Reading →
When I was about 13 years old, my mother and I took a trip to New York City. The reason for the trip was so that my mother could check up on my father’s business partners in one of his latest ventures. He had a habit, according to my mother, of getting involved with dubious... Continue Reading →
Dortmunder Nashorn mit Weltkarten-Motiv (World Rhino) by Erich Ferdinand . . If you've got this far, please explain yourself. No, wait, let me explain myself to you, I'm sure that's what you and I would rather that we do. No? No..... Has he gone yet? Or was he a she? Has she gone yet? .... Continue Reading →
“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman . My mother used to tease me about a tendency I had - my attraction to what she called 'mysterious ways'. Mysterious ways = taking the path less traveled. Trekking off through briar and nettle patches when I could just stick... 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 →
. . There have been many moments in my life when, upon self-reflection, I have concluded that my life is useless. I am useless... Some of those times have been dark, where the thought of being useless has led me to the edge of an abyss with very little stopping me from throwing myself over... Continue Reading →
This is a beautiful story of the spirit of Christmas and humans.
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I’m linking this to today’s Daily Post prompt: Getting Seasonal. I hope the author of this doesn’t mind.
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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?
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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.
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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.
(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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