A Piece of Luck

 

At first, I thought it was a butterfly.

The little critter that gaily flittered ahead of me through the open door of my van.

Immediately, I felt I was in for some good luck.  (don't ask me why; just some piece of random new age crap I picked up somewhere.  somehow butterflies and ladybirds are lucky.)

However- my heart sunk when I realised- it was just a cabbage moth.

Why?

Why was I disappointed?

If a butterfly can be a harbinger of good fortune- then why can't a cabbage moth?

I decided to take a couple of pictures of the moth through the window before I set it free.

As I watched the beautiful creature dance joyfully out the back door of my van and return to it's play in the garden- a brilliant luminescence in the midday summer sunshine...

& as I viewed the resulting images, I realised...

The cabbage moth was just as beautiful as a butterfly.

And probably just as lucky. 

Perhaps being able to see this detail was lucky enough.

What a piece of luck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank You.

In my final moments, on my death bed (or chair, or bus, train, automobile, plane, busy street, or in a forest being torn apart by wild animals), AND if I have all my mental faculties and am not a gibbering embarrassment...I want my last words to be...

"THANK YOU."

I SURRENDER!!!

Valentines Day.

Bah humbug.

Greeting card companies, flowers, chocolate, scented cantles, bath bombs, fluffy cushions and blow up red hearty heart balloons...

Poo to that.

HOWEVER...If you claim to hold LOVE in high regard (as i do), it's hard not to get caught up in the hype. 

I normally resist hype.  (Damn, I won't watch a friggin' Batman flick until all the hubbub has died down!)

Generally speaking...hype is a lot of sound and fury, usually signifying NOTHING. 

BUT...(& pardon my big BUT...) no matter where Valentine's Day comes from...regardless of whether it is the celebration of a martyred saint or a greeting card company's bottom line...

It's a little churlish and disingenuous to resist. 

And why should we?  What are we trying to prove?  How HARD we are? 

How tough, street, and cool, too cool for school AND  love?? 

Why fight it? 

Some kind of conditioning?   

Fighting something like Valentines Day suggests an interest in HATE, more than it does LOVE.

So why do I even FIGHT?? 

Can we really fight and love at the same time?

No. 

So I surrender. 

That's right...as much as I try to resist these manufactured days...& as much as I support loving EVERY day (not just on one special day)...

I hereby lay down my arms. Or rather, I throw my arms around Valentine's Day. 

A special day set aside for LOVE has gotta' be better than a tour of duty in a war zone.  Right??

Right. 

Happy Love Day, Everyone. 

And why not.

FREEDOM

 

 

Be true to yourself. 

Please.  I BEG you. 

I know it is hard, given the pit so many of us have dug ourselves into (or fallen into unwillingly/unwittingly), & I KNOW there is some comfort to be had in the comparative safety and security of the familiarity of our enslavement.

But it is nothing more than carrion comfort.

Please, I urge each and every you to take the steps you need to take to extricate yourselves from the life that may have been imposed upon you by the expectations of others.

Or the false/unrealistic expectations of your own inauthentic being.

We need to release ourselves from the shackles of the grand lie.

That money, power, fame are all.

They are NOT.

We need to set ourselves free from the oppression of lies, in order to find the truth again. 

The truth of love, peace, faith, and hope.     

We need to do this, to be truly free. 

However, you will need to prepare yourself for hardship, resistance, perhaps even grave discomfort, and in certain cases, even imprisonment by the state...

or death. 

Whatever the risk...we MUST set ourselves free, to be who we need to be.

Nothing else matters.

For we NEED a species of AUTHENTIC BEINGS, if we are to have any hope of survival...

Do you want to survive?

Do you want your CHILDREN to survive?

Then tell the truth. YOUR truth.

And it is THAT which will set you free...

SHE

The location of my first kiss.

I remember so well, playing kissey-chasey in the school yard. 

I loved it so much. 

It was my favourite game, and I always looked forward with great anticipation to playing it. 

I was a romantic from a very early age- no doubt about it.

As a little boy...love was my truth.

Even Mum says I was a good, loving little boy.

I soon had that beaten out of me by my father, and by the priests.

I have been SO LOST in my life...but even in my darkest moments...

I knew I wanted to find my truth; that truth I drifted so far away from.

I wanted the little boy back.

That clever gentle, sensitive little boy who KNEW love was all that really mattered.

It was a long hard road out of hell.  And I knew...I had to find a way to commit to the journey- follow it through NO MATTER WHAT.
I wonder if life is merely the spiritual being living a physical life.  For it's own sake- for the experience; in order to test itself. 

The iron will of the soul, forged in the fires of adversity. 

Maybe. 

Perhaps life is about forgetting who we really are...

Then REMEMBERING again. 

Bolstering, re-inforcing and corroborating the authentic being.

Knowing who we are...no matter what. 
 
I remember. 

I remember how important love WAS to me- as a little boy- and how important it IS to me as a fully grown man. 

I am reminded of Antoine de Saint-Exupery when he said, "How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.”

The soul doesn't lie.

I am reminded of my first kiss, and the magic of love.

The miracle of the divine feminine, which- even then- I was aware of. 

Only an hour ago, I was writing sentence on auto-pilot the way I usually do (my hands were writing old news as my brain had already moved onto the next thought), and instead of 'THEY' I typed 'SHE'. 

To paraphrase Jung...there ARE no accidents. 

No typo's.

Love is all...

<3 p="">

Remember...

Remember This??

Just in case your memory is hazy...this is kids having fun. 

Without the need for a i box, or a pod phone or a XT or HD doo-hickey or anything. 

Now...don't mistake me for a technophone; I love technology and what it has done for my life as much as anyone.  Hell!  I live here! 

But I don't feel I need an Iphone; and unless one falls from the sky into my lap...I shall do without. 

Seeing these boys yesterday outside my place rolling an old tractor tyre along the cliff- it was a beautiful thing.  It reminded me of the good old days. 

Well, the old days were not so great...but I do remember enjoying simple things. 

Like playing with found objects. 

One of MY favourite things to do as a kid was ride my bike around town, looking for empty bottles so I could take them to the shop and get the money back. 

Re-cycling!  Aaahhh...those were the days. 

And this kind of fun does not rely on bandwidth.   

I'm not saying unplug and stand outside looking at all God's miracles (although I don't exactly discourage that!), but I am saying...

What am I saying? 

I think I say enough.  I think maybe we all do. 

Just look at the boys, playing peacefully with an old tyre. 

And remember...

 

Ample.

And speaking of divine feminine energy & 'ample' breast...let's deal with another 'home truth'. 

Deep down...most guys love a 'fuller figured woman'. (I'm one of them.) 

But most men are either conditioned over the years by the media to a particular type they will likely NEVER find (even if they really wanted it), or they are still slaves to this notion that having a big girl is somehow...questionable. give me a hot coochie momma over a walking skeleton any day.

These antiquated notions (& other ones like 'it is right to hit women', 'war is a good thing' & 'Hollywood should keep re-making old TV shows') should be drowned like plague rats.

It's about knowing your own truth, and owning it. 

I denied most of my own natural feelings/inclinations in order to fit in with what was 'expected' by my peers.

I remember even as a kid, that playground crap about 'fat chicks'...

I loved ALL types of women. 

As a child...you don't have bigotry. You pick that up along the way.

Hence, I was gradually socialised into an aversion for certain 'types'; fat, buck toothed, freckled, flat chested, even RED HEADS!  Are you kidding me????

And according to my observations- this bullshit hasn't gone anywhere. 

Here's to all the women (& men) who have children, and especially those who have young boys.

Well done you for helping to encourage a strong young male mind; he will need it for bilge like this.

Of course a woman's mind, personality etc are paramount...but if we MUST focus on physical beauty (& of course we must!) then why not face facts? Big sexy women are here, and they are here to stay. 

In Australia, there is a campaign at the moment encouraging the ampler women to model-  & an emerging market to accomodate them. I think this is wonderful. & it is working. This way...if we cannot encourage young men to think for themselves...then at LEAST we can affirm the natural inclinations and tastes of the weak minded with pop culture. Hooray, I say...

Big sexy women are here, and they are here to stay. 

I am thinking of a healthy boy with a very healthy mother at the moment.

She is kind, caring, attentive to his needs, requirements and his development, and at the same time wary of her own influence on the boy.

She questions the way she is bringing him up every single day.

What more can you ask, really?   I think she is doing JUST FINE.

I wish I had that kind of upbringing; I had to re-learn all the healthy ways of thinking and behaving.

Thank you to all the 'mothers' who are helping me to be a better man.  

I am thinking of you today...

With love.