Hippies and Gypsys it felt like the 70’s again. How cool is st andrews Market??? There is no pretention, it is very laid back, and whimsical- I love whimsical. It just had a good vibe in the air. People were talking to each other with real interest and compassion. Of course I struck a lovely day. People were sitting around on the grass or in tents. And there was freshly squeezed fruit and vegie juice, and vegetarian foods. And families everywhere, I overheard one girl talking to another and saying that she has a 15 month old daughter named ” Alchemy”….quaint heh?
And tongue in cheek one guy in a food van, told me that there were lots of families there, I agreed and he said that children were very economical. ” Do tell “, says I , Dryly. Well the government gives them a few thousand towards the babies. ” Ah………..I get where hes going. LOL
All too soon, it was pack up time, and we started heading back home, through the beautiful countryside of warryndyte, back to suburbia……..no use sighing, I will just make myself a promise, to do it again soon.
Yesterday I cried, is a book I am reading at the moment, it is by Lyanla Vanzant. This is a piece called ” Yesterday I Cried.”
Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed,kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,
and had myself a good cry.
I’m telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.
Yesterday I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry.
I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, and disconnected my self from myself,
Only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away, to people in curcumstances,
which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.
I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry.
Yesterday I cried.
I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by the mummies;
and daddies dont know what to do , so they leave
and mummies get left, so they get mad.
I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl, and because I was a mummy who didn’t know what to do, and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until
I ached.
Yesterday, I Cried.
I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that has caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up
I cried, because it was too late. I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know
that my soul knew everyting I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming,
because
Yesterday I cried
with an agenda.
a favorite memory, that flashes to the surface when prompted is as a child with my three siblings walking home from shopping with my mum pushing the jeep, and we were allowed to get the minimum of chips each which was 10 cents. They gave us our individual parcels and we ripped a hole in the end……and life was good.
Years have passed and the minimum of chips is no longer 10c . Fair enough- potatoes have certainly gone up in price over the years, as has labour, cooking oil, electricity, insurance and all those other nasty hidden costs that small business have to pay. I know too well how things need to be costed these days.
The minimum of chips is now $2.50 I dont dispute this, its worth every cent ( especially if it gets me out of cooking) My problem is this……..the minimum quantity of chips is shrinking. I cant deal with this. My son tells me to just buy more! But my point is, the minimum chips shouldn’t change in volume. If the price needs to go up- by all means put it up, I will gladly pay it, But dont give me a half serve. The minimum should be the minimum, year in year out, dearer granted, but the same amount of chips………anyone agree with me?? Golly, the toilet paper company is theiving 60 sheets out of my roll, the coffee company has nicked 50 grams out of my bottle and now the fish and chip man is giving me a half serve, do they really think we dont notice?
We have an uninvited house guest. I’m wondering what is the best food to offer him. I know cheese is old hat, and so, I left him some peanut butter last night, he loved it, licked his plate clean. I forgot to buy some bacon today, so I’m wondering how he might like some left over roast lamb?
They usualy come in families……..dont they?
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all time, the expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium, and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares to other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, to keep the channels open…. Only keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you…. No artist is pleased…. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine satisfaction, a blessed unrest, that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
– Martha Graham
This struck a chord with me. I thought I’d share.
Has anyone seen the new marina at Safety Beach?? Wow what a place! I am sure its going to be milllionaires row. I now have a new dream for when I win tattslotto. How gorgeous to have the water lapping at your door, the sea air thru your nostrils and seagulls hovering……I’m sure people down there wouldn’t cook or do housework, with such a beautiful view, who would waste valuable time??
I thought this was funny…………
>> How To Shower Like a Woman
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>> Take off clothes and place them sectioned in laundry basket
>>according to lights and darks.
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>> Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.
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>> If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
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>> Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to
> do
>>more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.
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>> Get in the shower.
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>> Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and
>>pumice stone.
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>> Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added
>>vitamins.
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>> Wash your hair again to make sure it’s clean.
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>> Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.
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>> Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes
>>until red.
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>> Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.
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>> Rinse conditioner off hair.
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>> Shave armpits and legs.
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>> Turn off shower.
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>> Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
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>> Spray mould spots with Tile cleaner.
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>> Get out of shower.
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>> Dry with towel the size of a small country.
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>> Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
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>> Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
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>> If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
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>> How To Shower Like a Man
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>> Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave
> them
>>in a pile.
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>> Walk naked to the bathroom.
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>> If you see wife along the way, shake willy at her making the
>>’woo-woo’ sound.
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>> Look at your manly physique in the mirror.
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>> Admire the size of your willy and scratch your bum.
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>> Get in the shower.
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>> Wash your face.
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>> Wash your armpits.
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>> Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.
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>> Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
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>> Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
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>> Wash your bum, leaving those coarse bum hairs stuck on the soap.
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>> Wash your hair.
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>> Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
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>> Wee.
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>> Rinse off and get out of shower.
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>> Partially dry off.
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>> Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of
>>bath the whole time.
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>> Admire willy size in mirror again.
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>> Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.
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>> Return to bedroom with towel around waist.
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>> If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake willy at her and make the
>>’woo-woo’ sound again.
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>> Throw wet towel on bed.
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>> I KNOW YOU’RE LAUGHING CAUSE MOST OF IT’S TRUE!!!!!!
I must have been meant to read this piece, as I just lucked upon it in my kept emails. Its nice to reflect on, so I thought that I would share…………………….
written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s –
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Had a phone call from my friend tonight. She told me she went out clubbing on saturday night with a friend and had her drink spiked. Weather its the fact she is in her 30’s, or that she has a couple of young sons, that she thought she was immune?? But she says stupidly, she bought herself and her friend a couple of champers, then put it on the floor beside a chair ( I’m assuming no tables) And off they went to dance. She consumed her drink when they came back and within 5 minutes was displaying signs of being legless. Her friend got annoyed that she had got drunk so fast, hailed a taxi, took her home( to the friends house) then left her there passed out. My friend woke up 5 hours later, stiff as a board, with a terrible metalic taste in her mouth. Then proceeded to have vomiting and diareah for the next few hours. She called her husband to come and get her. And of course has vowed and declared never ever to go clubbing again. She is haunted by the thought that someone put that in her drink and then hung around to watch! Not a nice thought by any means. But, I cant believe, that in this day and age, where we know this goes on, that her friend didn’t pick up on the signs. That she dumped her on a bed, where she could have had any number of things go wrong, and left her to go out partying once again so her night was ruined. She would be off my xmas card list thats for sure. And of course, I am disgusted by the sicko who gets his jollies out of doing this. How desperate are things nowadays that this is what is resorted to??? A harsh lesson for sure. .
