On being sad

On being sad

Those who turn around sadness are heroes, be it other’s sadness or their own.

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Peace of Space

SkyTo crave a “peace” of space to call their own as others sit alone who have got just that.

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

Gypsy folk

choiceMy 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.

Adaptability, a must have skill!

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:

Injera imageA 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.

Adaptability from planned to modify

CasperWarning:  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.

Adaptability

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 religious me

ReligionOther peoples religious thoughts are nothing new, they all come and go, stop then flow…

They might carry on, I might carry on or not, who knows?  The way we use and abuse the planet and all who sail on her, maybe none of us will carry on into the future…

I’ve said it before though and I swear by it:    How it’s so much easier to be tolerant of religious people, if they are kind to other sentient beings.

Genesis 1.29

Personally I am not religious, apart from my intention to religiously brush my teeth more than once a day.

 

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.

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!!!

 

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

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?

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