~ Set your diary ~
Those who turn around sadness are heroes, be it other’s sadness or their own.
We’re all going to react to threats in different ways.
How we react will be an indication of where we are in relation to the threat,
who we are at the time and how we perceive everything.
The threat suddenly appears or creeps up to us and we will react.
There is then a great need to perceive things as compassionately as possible
and not to waste any time we have, living in fear or being cruel.
Two words with their differences and yet the same: World / Earth. Two words with their differences and yet the same: Me / You.
I feel that anyone who knows how to keep the sanctity of peace around them, please step up your game.
As many have sang:
From a distance we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed
From a distance you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for
Here it is in full From a distance sung by Bette Midler
So you may ask “What is a capsule wardrobe Bexy?” and my rough answer is:
- Just the right amount of clothes (whatever you think need & have space for).
- Things you love to wear in your style and colour choice.
- Things that go together to mix & match including shoes and scarfs.
- Take absolutely everything out of your wardrobe, your draws etc… and plonk it on your bed (at this point you might panic, so move swiftly onto number 2).
- Go an put the kettle on, make some nice fruity tea, drink tea, come back to the room as soon as you are calm again, preferably within the same day.
- Place those items you’ll NEVER ~ EVER want to wear again into a Red Cross donation bag (even the raggity ones, because they will not be wasted, but go for rags and make money for the charity too).
- Assess what’s left and see if you have a style of things you love wearing and put them back (there might be some that need to go under the bed just in case you think you might want them later, including repeats of the same top).
- Put clothes you want to upcycle into a separate place, safe, but NOT into your wardrobe.
- You might at some point want to weed out colours that don’t make you feel happy.
- People are not dolls, you don’t have to match your clothes, but take note that the truth be told and it is that the majority of sheepeople take a lot at face value.
- Please don’t be a sheepeople and judge others by what they wear.
My life has and is blessed by knowing folks from the gypsy and traveller community, just as it has been blessed by those associated with other communities.
We are not separate from each other due to labels given us or ones we give ourselves. We are parts of the same.
The possibility to do good and other possibilities are in us all. It is a beautiful and sometimes courageous thing to build on the good under fire and encourage others in the direction of peace.
My mind can hear that loud cry “Any i’er, any i’er, any rag bone?” “Any i’er, any i’er, any rag bone?” from one of the kindest, most thoughtful person who helped me out during a very difficult time. I also recall many other gypsy folks with things to help in their bags, things to bless in their pockets and the fella that sharpened mothers scissors, the knife grinder. I feel we have to keep the choices open, safe and help each other to be ourselves.
Other’s life as precious as yourn or mine.
I’ve not experienced a hurricane, only I have lived under a tin roof through some very serious strong winds in Orkney. I’ve heard the wind pulling at it and the rain smashing down on the tin roof sounding like canes; and although the walls were 4 foot thick and made of stone, at times my nerves was paper thin. So yes, I really do feel for those that live through such times. When the elements dance with hobnail boots on manmade things and slash through our creations as if nettle bashing. Where our nerves have no choice, but to feel paper thin!
Hurry Canes (Haiku)
You mean me no harm,
Yet beat the crap out of stuff,
Hurry canes please pass!
Maybe this is the last post about our beloved, maybe? We met nose to nose in a mart. Him straight off the mountain, pulled away from his mother and given up. He stood there and when he went into the ring I bid and we won, the both of us. He came home and we nursed the parasites out of him, the fears went with them and we thrived. We had some times. Nothing really scared him, but he could be wary of flip flops for some reason. As for the teenagers that are now adults, the ones who called him over to stub their fags out on him, the ones he forgave and returned to, well I’m still working on forgiving you, who ever you are. He even went on “You’ve been framed” by pulling the hat off a neighbour’s head when he was filming his grandchildren offering him a carrot. He played ball, but ended up many times biting into it and shaking it like a puppy dog.
He lived here, he really did and did it well for twenty years without being angry and hateful. Bless ‘im.
Bowed his head real low,
Twenty years that’s how we met,
How he let us go.
I always use adaptability in all that I do, as adaptability is the one thing that keeps me from going completely insane and taking everyone around with me! It’s one of my core skills. You see I find my life (maybe yours is the same too) is dotted with batches of unpredictable events. Some hilarious, some very sad, some remarkably joyful and others I just use the letters WTF! More often than not I can seem very puzzling to the onlooker, especially when events go from one extreme to the other in a very short time and I cope by assuming a stoic look.
Take for instance just a few (not all) of the things that has happened this week:
A few days back, I did a Skill Share presenting ancient grains, seeds and some premade batter for injera (it takes 3 days to ferment). I did make a few plans to help others make sweet potato roti (I always call doti) breads and lahoh, from scratch. However, on arrival to the kitchens, I found there were no frying pans! I had mentioned adaptability earlier about the flour choice, so it also came into play for the utensils. I’d brought oil with me, so we used the heavy duty roasting pans (which took an age to wash up after). So there was no panic see, and it ended up being an enjoyable evening making things to have a taste of, with some happily taking some mishmash roti breads and some lahoh dough to try cooking when they got home.
Warning: This part goes a different way! With no prep the next day, myself and my lovely daughter had to adapt to the horrors and the honour to be with our beloved old pony whispering to him as a kind professional young vet came and compassionately put him under anaesthetic and then when he was under, an overdose to put him down. Our beloved was unpredictably suffering and now thankfully he can never suffer ever again.
Then of course the next day after that comes. Our beloved’s beautiful body has to be discarded and I was told by my vet that I wouldn’t have to stay. Yet when the “One who has lost some connections with sentient beings” (probably due to his bloody shitty job) came, he made it out that it wasn’t the case. I had to adapt to get the job done and offer to help pull our beloved’s body out of the stable myself with my son. The man flipped the body over like it was nothing and like it was what he does all the time, got the body out of the stable within seconds on his own. Therefore I started to assume things and decided NOT to pursue this line of thought, but I’m still working on that! Then of course, as I drove home the car suddenly sounded like a tractor/motorbike and the exhaust had detached itself from the manifold. So I parked up, got a lift home and on the way popped in a pub I don’t normally frequent and had a one song, dance off with some sweet person who likes Steps (yes I was completely sober and yes I will dance at the drop of a hat to most things). One extreme to t’other!
The weekend came and went. I drove the car to the mechanic sounding like a tractor/motorbike; someone came and dug up a 6foot tree they wanted, but this time I didn’t offer to help; I ate a lovely vegan roast…
It’s Monday and apart from my pushbike, I’ve now to work out transport to get to my car, where I placed her in the hands of a friend who is a mechanic. I will adapt.
This is NOT an exclusive list of shit things happened /happening, but because somethings are NOT truly my business, I obviously won’t share them.
Not all great things take time, some just happen to come into existence to beautify and joyfully make our days so much better.
Great things that do take time, sometimes give joy, hope and totally beautify our days as they come into existence.
However, I’ve noticed that what some perceive as a great thing, a thing to strive for, well the day after it has passed, just like anything else, it becomes nothing.
Change is a constant.
Time always moves us on.