'If You're Building...'

I wouldn't say 'It's Complicated' if I were you. 

It generally means YOU'RE complicated.

If you are in any doubt about the durability of your current relationship (& I am willing to bet my left nut that in saying 'it's complicated' on their profile, most people are here looking to hop onto another lily pad)...do you really want that on your resume?

Would YOU be attracted to someone who is 'complicated'?  Maybe you would; but for me, life is complicated enough without becoming entangled with self confessed complications.   

"Hi.  My name is Jerry; & I'm complicated."

Very sexy. 

And aren't we ALL a little complicated? 

Why identify as such on your profile, hence re-enforcing and sustaining a negative affirmation?

Hop OFF that lily pad, I say. 

Onto...actually, on reflection, maybe it's better to avoid the lily pads altogether- they are far too tenuous & unstable. 

Hop onto dry land, and build on that. 

(If you're building, as my Yoga instructor used to say... )

That way...you will also kiss less frogs. 

A NEW START

 

 

A new start. 

Not many people have the luxury of a brand new start. 

Nothing worse than an ungrateful bastard (except maybe a child molester), & I am thankfully neither.  So I TRULY appreciate this rare opportunity. 

& my old life?  the old me?  The identity thieves are welcome to it. 

Like a snake shedding it's worn outer garmant...it's done. 

Today is a new beginning, full of promise and possibility.

Ordinarily, a normal healthy person would have a special woman by his side, to be with him at a time like this...to help see him through. 

Perhaps even I can learn to love again, without fear of punishment, exploitation, betrayal or retribution. 

Yes...even someone such as I.

ANYTHING is possible in this brand new world I shall make for myself.

ANYTHING.


Lucky lucky luck. 

SELF HELPFULNESS

Yesterday was not the best of days- but I survived. 

It was a strange bad day- a vague dull pain kind of day...

Rather than a sharp sting.

Like a migraine pain. 

You can tend to blunder about a bit in this fog; I admit...

I was bumping into things, dropping things, clumsy as hell, couldn't walk a straight line without overbalancing...

Just weird. 

& It was a long dark night, ugly as sin, hell harsh midsummer storms all through the night...

wind tearing strips off my soul...

I felt like Macbeth.

But it was soon over.

Dark clouds pass quickly for me, lately.

It's good. 'This too shall pass'.

'Think thoughts of love...' and I'm right as rain.

A tropical shower, naked lusting hope making love with itself, spawning some kind of collective good for the good of all...

Everything right again.

Much better today...& amidst the weirdness, I learned a few important things about myself.

Which means the day was not a TOTAL write off. 

Not at all.  And that's a good thing.  The devil's consolation prize.

I am back to posting a few encouraging things to keep things moving.

It's about valuing myself this week. 

As inept as I am...

& as soft and sentimental as I may seem when I try to post encouraging positive home grown aphorisms...

I will not be walked all over. 

I might like pussy...but I'm NOT a pussy. 

I just need to believe in myself...& believe that what I am doing, the way I am working and living is RIGHT for me. 

So I try to hang in there with encouraging sayings.

Like 'do anything you want to do'.

I'm sorry if some of my stuff sounds a bit robotic and new- agey... 

But it needs to be clear and concise.

In reality...is it as simple as that?  Probably not.  But for me, it needs to SOUND as though it is.

Or I'll surrender.

Keep it simple...& concise.   

for ME, as much as anyone else. 

REAL SELF HELP. 

seriously...if all your moving parts are operational...

you have EVERYTHING you need for a healthy productive life.

this bullshit about going to 'specialists' for advice...

prodding about in your affairs...

in most cases, it's bogus.

not a SINGLE person here amongst my friends needs anything more than THEMSELVES. 

Unless you have a tumour in your ass.

You're all very cool people, and I learn a HEAP from you. 

you carry your own pack in life- that's the way it should be. 

REAL LOVE is simply empowering others to live fully by your healthy example. 

You do that for me...maybe without even knowing it.

And THAT's as it should be too...

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...