D is for

D is forI know it sounds bad to “Dump someone”, but sometimes self preservation insists!

Other people’s words are actually nothing to do with us and it’s actually all about them.  It’s their perceptions, what’s going on with them, how they are conducting their life and they might need help with this, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to do it!

If there’s a choice of who to share OUR life with, and if someone gives us the gift of them speaking their mind or in other ways show us into their world towards us and it’s all negative, driving us crazy and making our life a misery, then making a sound choice (based on that track record) means backing off.  Note however:  If there’s a possibility of physically abuse, you will need help to leave safely and to stay safe once you have left.Same thing playingI get the feeling, that to stay in a relationship out of choice with a D track record towards you is to enable them to do the same thing over and over.  They might become more of a [Bexy turned the air blue and went all EXPLETIVES] and they might think it’s okay to be [BEXY made the air turn blue again with EXPLETIVES].

An average life span is not that long and surely living it as an enabler to a [EXPLETIVE] is a pretty crappy existence, right? and So please beloved, don’t waste your time left on this beautiful planet, but have some compassion and kindness unto your sweet self as an Equal with others!

Beloved [EXPLETIVE] be warned, if you know your being [EXPLETIVE] do something about your perceptions, question your thinking, get help, speak gratitude, get a new attitude, because if you piss people off enough, they might piss off and stay that way.

Costume arms

I don’t think many people will know about this physical ailment, but here goes.

costume arm

“Costume Arms”That ouch you get in your biceps of a morning, when you’ve gone to sleep after a sewathon, sewing costumes by hand damn near non~stop most of the weekend, to create something sparkles, wow and impressive, working thoroughly so things are safe and can’t pop out, layers cannot come apart and bits won’t fall off during a dance! 

How are you?

If you ask me this question, most times I am totally willing to tell you, so beware of that.  If you want to be a part of my life, if I want to be a part of yours, then we have to communicate what’s going on in there (Bexy points mentally to her head).  That’s how interpersonal relationships and support structures are made, kept and developed.  Thing is, it takes more than one person to communicate effectively, it takes at least two:

  1. TalkerTalkers

 

  1. ListenerListeners

Most of all it takes both sides

to swap roles

frequently!!!

 

Dance cane

Belly dance caneI was looking at YouTube to find a way to make a belly dance cane out of a garden bamboo cane, especially bending that little bit at the top.  I want to not waste/spend money on some import from hundreds of miles away.   However, I wasn’t successful for that, but found and loved this YouTube clip, all about bending really thick pieces of bamboo 90 degrees:

How to Bend Bamboo in a 90 degree angle

In the meantime I’m going to try soaking the ends of the garden canes in boiling water, see if that softens it enough to bend them round something, then letting them cool and dry.  I get the feeling this might work, might, perhaps?  As for the painting and decorating bit, well that will be a breeze and a joy.  Finally hitting the floor and twirling it over my head like a loon dancing of course!

Wait, wait, reforming ideas, now I’ve just found a winning dance without the saidi canes having to be curved at the end:

Nawar group dancing saidi-iraqi dance

This also made me want to never cut my hair again and use it in future as a prop!

Straight saidi dance canes

Remember to click on words in my posts that have lines under them, this will open up a link to images and the like to enhance my meanings.  Thank you.

 

Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap

Narberth Mending CafeThe Narberth Mending Cafe – Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap is on tuesday night at Span Art, Narberth, West Wales, UK, 6pm and I might take some dance sparkle to sort out.  This event is part of the Cheerful Project’s new monthly Mending Cafe in Narberth. 

‘Bring something along and learn how to fix it or come and help others learn a skill… come and spruce up your summer wardrobe, patch the holes in your favourite pair of jeans or darn your best cardigan! Bring along your unwanted wardrobe (please make sure clothes are clean and not too worn out) to swap with others for a whole new look!  Pay What You Can.’

 

Suits me

There have been times when my body suit has been smaller and vulnerable, it has been larger and full of lives, it’s been strong and protective… yet I am all of these in a thought.  This body and the thoughts of who and how and why, well they all accept loving, kind, compassionate gestures gladly in whatever shape I find myself, it seems to suit me.

Suits me

Quinoa

I have been bringing on quinoa seed in pots in my bedroom window.  Many write that I needed to plant the seeds straight out into the ground, but we have slugs and snails here a plenty and fully grown up men sons… (puppy dog tale).

Apparently the flowers will look lovely and I intend to plant them in a group, not a row.  I’m already thinking of the harvest of the little gems, the seed, which is a source of a complete protein, unlike a lot of other veggie foods I eat.

Anyways, I have to be patient (something I am good at) and wait till the leaves fall, when my thumb nail sees it’s harder to indent the seed and perhaps the birds are getting interested.  These are the things I get excited about, looking at the potential of handsome green healthy plants with a promise growing in my window, with the gentle thoughts of

we will see, this way or that, we will indeed see…

 

Anne On

Well unlike another type of social media, blogging doesn’t have to have my whole name plastered all over it (though to be honest some people still do call me Bexy) or to have all my so called [Friends] to follow me or for me to make up some clever fake id name (that everyone and his wife knows is me)…  Basically, we all should know by now, that ianonf Big Brother wants to know what any of us type online, they will.  Plus they’ll know who we are and where we are.

So that is that and we can either live with it and type what we are, what we think, what we want others to know… or just don’t type anything online.  You see, unlike Farceblock which is like shouting “Hello World this is me take a pop” and inviting all and sundry to feel obliged to [Like] me, I am fine with putting down kind, creative things just for the intrinsic value or maybe the last blog has an accurate point too?

~ blar ~ blar, blar, blar ~ blar ~

Outside memory stick

Let’s face it, I use this blog not so much to share with the world and all who sail on her as you would think, but there’s a little bit more of this being used as an outside memory stick.  To put things down (was just about to type “on paper”) so to speak.  You see, not only might I bump my noggin one day in the garden weeding or when prancing about belly dancing in the lounge laughing, but maybe being my outspoken self {{{giggles}}} when some (we won’t use expletives so early in the morning) might take it on themselves to bash me on the noggin believing their stressful thoughts about me or because of their own unmet needs as they might feel obliged to be a violent (and again we won’t use expletives so early in the morning) and to be honest I bloody well pity the buggers.  

So maybe this blog is a bit like for future reference, saving my ideas… oh geez, I was so close to using that four letter swear word @?!#!~ BANK ~@?!#!  

Oh wait:  “Why share?”  Well let’s face it not many are reading this, but still:  The World needs random kindness words, vegan recipes, peaceful thoughts shared etc and the like… regardless!  For the most part this is semi anonymous and is semi log book, semi how~to that you can pick up or put down at leisure.  Will anyone read it?  I just did (as I wrote it).  It was okay, I liked what I typed and who I am to judge thoughts that are like flying insects that land where they will.  I do however work at being kind, not only to others, but also to myself and I recommend that to anyone as a good life to practice, practice, practice that kindness and compassion.  We can all get angry, upset seeing the unkind and the uncompassionate, but we might be them if we don’t question our thoughts.

Basically, don’t just “Get a life” but “Get into being a kind life and live out that adventure, practising kindness to the very end!”

a kind life.

 

The French translation bit:

Une = A

Vie = Life

Compatissante = Compassionate

Ethiopian Bread

Today I made some Injera (a traditional Ethiopian flat bread) and we ate some with mushrooms in coconut sauce and fried onions.  It was absolutely yum!  The bread is made using teff flour.  I bought the tiny teff seeds from Holland & Barrett and it was so mega cheap, as the “Best before date” will be gone soon.  It has a source of protein and fibre and all sorts of good stuff, apparently, but I like it for the taste.  Anyway, the recipe sounds a bit of bother and apparently it sort of supposed to take quite a few days, so of course I messed with that recipe a bit and this is sort of it:

Grind seeds to make flour    ~   Add a pinch of yeast   ~  Water   ~   Mix   ~   Put it in the fridge   ~   Leave it over night   ~   Pour off the watery stuff   ~   Add some seasoning and plain flour, oh and some caraway seeds and a bit more water   ~   Put back in the fridge for a few hours   ~   Pour off the excess liquid   ~ Stir   ~   Put a non-stick pan on the heat   ~  When hot add a quick pancake layer of the batter   ~   When you see some of the bread partly cooked on top put on a lid and every now and then wipe the steam off of the inside of the lid, then take the lid off for the last little bit of cooking   ~   Let them dry separately on a clean tea towel and serve…

p.s.  I forgot to mention that it looks like a big pancake, sort texture of a crumpet with bubble holes.