Delete, repeat, return… happy.

So many times I’ve learnt dance moves over and over, until I REPEAT them whenever I hear that music.  Only sometimes I see those moves and think DELETE!!!!  I then RETURN to the drawing board to do a whole new set of choreography, until I know I’ve gone bonkers, but happy.

Delete Return Repeat

We’re dancing tonight, my solo I have changed many times and enjoyed going bonkers and I’m happy to get up there in the Small World Theatre, to share freely what I’ve chosen.

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.

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

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Anti-heckle Poem

For some reason, I was attempting to find the soothsayer from Up Pompeii and failed.  In the meantime looking at some YouTube of the series I enjoyed cringing at the odes.  I also recalled Manny, a relative of Frankie Howerd who was a dear friend to my mother, but didn’t actually like me (you cannot win them all).

So, anyways I felt the need to do something Up Pompeii ode~like: Ode to Dancers in the Park

Note:  It’s a poetic attempt at satire from that era.

A room full?

I want to remind people for the Hafla coming up in Cardigan:

Walk into a room full of people

I am dancing to entertain you, to inspire you, to let you enjoy being and so:

Centre of attention

I do not believe I am the centre of attention when I dance, you are.


the boat treeI just had a recall moment as I woke:

Climbing the big ol’ oak tree that had split into growing two ways, we liked to call it “The Boat Tree” and play from each side, but thanks to google earth zoom, see it still exists with a heck of a large girth. the boat tree girth increase


Solstice 2017

“Normal” isn’t mine and whoever owns it can keep the ugly thing well away from Bexy, and actually they can stuff it where the sun don’t shine!  Bexy just doesn’t even like doing things that others say is how it “Should be done…” and makes up her own ideas and traditions to follow or not…  Letting the day and each moment flow with kindness, the energy available and a bit o’ whatever.

Dreaming stone Gors Fawr

The Dreaming Stone, Gors Fawr

Anyways, this year I walked once around the stone circle of Gors Fawr during the day of the solstice, high fived my son who had walked the other clockwise way, walked over and sat on the dreaming stone whilst he made a wish.  I wondered if the person putting up the tent needed to know about the adders and pondered if there would be rubbish left.  I hoped the sun didn’t make people poorly, especially the kids.  We then got in the car, drove a short distance just so I could leave a few sweetpea flowers on what I call the “Laying down stone” which is laying flat and large enough to lay on (hence name).  This is situated in another field away from the stone circle.  Anyways, sheep soon trundled off as I put my fresh flowers on its little front ledge and thankfully noticed that none had left their underwear this time for the poor creatures to choke on!

Wales in French


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…