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Simply Me

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I don’t really like my feet much, but they go from A to B

My hair is lank and frizzes, but it’s still on top you see

Then the in-between bits, from head to toe I go

With flabby tum, too small bum and bunions on my toes

I’ve prayed it could be better, in any little way

But I’m healthy and it’s working and I’m standing here today

Life in it’s simplicity, has taken care of me.

So I’m really truly grateful to be just simply me.

 

Response to Daily Post – Simplicity

Transformation 

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When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings
Dean Jackson
 


Life transforms us, experience and greater understanding of our purpose. I am not the child of my youth, although I think of her often as she did the best she could with the options open to her at the time. 

 I am not the wife, mother or friend that I once was, where I remain in any of these roles I have evolved into something else through experience and understanding.

 Life transforms us many times along the way and at the end, our transition transforms us once again.

Daily Word Prompt – Transformation

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Time for a Joke

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Daily Word Prompt – Embarrassing

This photo of my wonderful step father, Bill which was taken a couple of months before he passed away at 80.

Wearing the sick bowl on his head was just his idea of a joke while waiting in the emergency department. Standing around the bed with worried looks, we were just too serious for his liking, he needed to raise a smile or two.

To others this sort of behaviour might be embarrassing but to us it was just a reminder of his beautiful spirit. A man in a million who always had a moment spare for a joke and plenty of jokes to spare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Embarrassing Moments

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What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me, now let me think.

Was it when my little boy going through the subway stopped to tell the guard he was five really and only pretending to be four to travel free.  Or was it when the same little angel stood up on a bus in a culturally diverse area of town and told most of the passengers they should be in Africa after watching Sesame Street.   I have never let him forget either of these embarrassing moments, not that I think he really cares.  Thats the beauty of kids, they are brilliant with their honest approach to life, they say what they feel and don’t consider the consequences.

Another embarrassing memory is the time my best friend asked me to smell some perfume in a shop, I did and told her it smelt like cats pee only to find it nicely wrapped up on the table when we got home.  That we are still friends nearly 40 years later is a mystery.  I used to get embarrassed lots when I was younger, I always appeared to be putting my foot in it in one way or another.   I will never forget the feeling of those red cheeks when the boy I liked looked my way, I could feel it creeping up and there was no stopping the flush of fancy!

I can’t think of what might embarrass me now, I don’t blush anymore and if I’m honest I don’t really get embarrassed.  I laugh out loud a lot when I make mistakes, I turn myself into a joke often to lighten the atmosphere but rarely do I get embarrassed.  Now is this because I have learnt etiquette, I watch my P’s and Q’s and I’m no longer wishing for a boyfriend or is it because I simply don’t really give two monkeys what people think about me anymore.  I have lost the need to fit in with everyone else, I like to be different now.

I believe it’s probably a mixture of things but certainly one thing is I have connected to my inner child and I will ponder a while on what might embarrass her.

Connection

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Daily Word Prompt – Connected

In life we’re connected and that’s good, I like being connected.  Take WordPress, I love reading the posts of the blogs I follow.  For me it’s a bit like purification, being washed with words that evoke feelings.  Today post have made me laugh and cry in the space of a few hours.  I’ve contemplated the lives of others with sadness and joy, I’ve read and shared some dreams and I’ve laughed out loud because my sense of the ridiculous has been tickled.  I feel connected, I feel part of a community that I like and relate to.

But, I need your help as my inbox is full to brimming with email notifications on blogs I follow.  I’m keen to see them but would much rather find them on ‘reader’ so I don’t miss the important work emails I need to see.  In great anticipation I hope my connections can point me in the right direction.

The Reading

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Daily Word Prompt – Playful

The energy was different, almost playful she thought, she couldn’t quite work it out.  Sparks flew through the air in magical colours, dancing and twirling in the light.  ‘I wonder’ Cassy thought as she placed the silk on the table and laid out the tools of her trade.  Crystal ball in the middle, tarot cards to the left, a candle to the right and a selection of crystals.

Today was the village fair and she had been asked if she would do some readings for charity, it was for a good cause so she willingly accepted.  Cassy hadn’t done readings for some time in public, she wasn’t sure she was up to it after the embarrassment of being called a fraud in the local paper by that reporter.   She had toyed with the request for a while when she was initially asked, but reasoned what was the harm, it was for charity anyway.

Cassy had retrieved her crystal ball and bits and pieces from the box in the back bedroom the night before.  She had put them away after the article was posted through her door, she didn’t want to be seen as the oddity in the village.  That had been several months ago and now she had been asked to get them out again.  She did hope it wasn’t just to mock, she didn’t want to ask the cards if it was a mistake to go ahead, she wasn’t even sure she could anymore.

These last few months had been difficult, the long dark evenings and on her own again.   It would be good to be out again today, mixing with people.  She would love to find some friends here in the village, to hope for anything else was beyond her wildest dreams.

The fate was well under way before Cassy had her first customer, she had been sitting head lowered in a dreamy state when someone sat down in front of her.  She looked up and caught the playful twinkle in his eyes, she held her breath for just a moment longer.   ‘I know this is just for fun, but would you give me a reading’ he said smiling across at her.  Cassy handed him the cards, knowing even before she turned them over this guy was going to be special.

Angry Me

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Daily Word Prompt – Angry

I don’t really want to write about anger, it’s not an emotion I wish to own. But if pushed on anger and I would have to be pushed, I would say circumstances can cause me to be angry more than anything else. Serious illness touching the good and undeserved, like my mother who was taken from us way too early and others I have loved and lost. Unfairness, cruelty, unkindness to others, including animals, the list is endless when it comes to pushing my buttons. Maybe I do experience more anger than I initially gave myself credit for, but it’s the injustice I find in life that upsets me and stirs up my emotions.  Maybe it’s not anger after all, maybe it is just sadness at the unfairness in the world sometimes.

If another person who has angers me, I usually make excuses for them after a while being Virgo the pacifist!  I find it difficult holding onto anger and have to kick myself to maintain it, I know this is stupid but it’s the way I am, full of excuses.  I sulk, yes do I sulk, I have also been called passive aggressive once or twice but it eventually moves on as it should.

Back in the day I could do anger, I made a reputation of it as a teenager or worked hard at it anyway. Living on an inner city estate in London, you had to be tough or at least put on an act to that effect. Walking around with an angry look on your face was your protection, although that might just be just another false memory as most of the photos I have hold a big stupid grin.

I can remember being angry, pushing my mother in a wheelchair with her oxygen cylinder attached and a man barging past us without any consideration.  Well I let rip at him and turned the air blue with my profanities.   But it was probably more to do with the situation we were in rather than his actions and just having to let it explode out of me.  That’s the problem, we often let off about something else completely, keeping the real cause of our distress buried deep inside.

I have worked with many young people over the years who have been traumatised by their early experiences. Many of these young people have been understandably angry and presented that anger through their behaviour, I can’t remember it ever doing them any good.  When these raw emotions are turned into something positive it can be life changing for these kids.  I love the quote ‘Don’t get mad, get even‘ and when these young people turn their lives around by channeling the anger in the right direction, that is exactly what they are doing.

If we can channel those emotions into something else and anything is possible.  When anger surfaces, let it come, acknowledge and consider if it can be put to use positively by channeling it in another direction if not let it move on.