Hurry canes

YesnabyI’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!

 

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Saddest blog sites

I think are the ones that abruptly end without rhyme nor reason written, which makes me think the person has ~ ~ ~ gone, is no more…

Thing is I’ve written blogs previously that I gave up, here’s two for instance:

What we did on Wednesday  and What we did on Thursday

Ending the blog obviously didn’t mean I was gone, no more…

Maybe I could question my sad thinking?

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!!!

 

Cycle paths

pathJust pointing out one of many good things in the world, something that has to be paid for out of taxes me thinks.  Something that instead of those at the top spending it wastefully on themselves, but that they actually put the money towards things that benefit others.  Cycle paths that are safe, maintained, well sign posted and put in the right places.

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

Against the tide

loveGiggling is an act of love for one’s self, that also in the right place, at the right time can be an act of love for others.  Dance also can have the knock on effect for others that have eyes to see how dance joys the soul.

Yet to stand out against the tide of unkind and the cruel is such an act of love for others, but it most definitely has the knock on effect of pouring love back.

The when, the where…  it’s sometimes set, it’s sometimes spontaneous…  but it is best practised on a regular basis.  For to change this world of humans from the route they are taking, takes more than just one act, it takes a series of acts within a lifetime:

  1. Peaceful kind thoughts
  2. Kind actions to one’s self and others e.g. not consuming other sentient beings
  3. Standing up against the tide of unpeacefulness and cruelty in a peaceful way
  4. Repeat from 1.

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