Right at this second, I'm HUGELY thankful that there's going to be an Awesome Bloggers VidChat in an hour or so. Because I need it. When I'm chatting and surrounded with people (awesome people, at that - you should check us out some Friday evening) I can zone into the moment without having to think. Without having to be in my brain. Because sometimes (often?) that turns into a rather forbidding place.
Saturday, 8 March 2014
Friday, 7 March 2014
What I really want to scream out loud is...nothing. Because in this, I am voiceless. I have no leg to stand on. No laurels to rest on. No experience to back me up. I am rendered irrelevant by my 'invisible' status (to those who wish not to listen), and to those who have ears to hear my words, I am but a mirror, parroting back the golden Truth they already know.
Thursday, 6 March 2014
You might not know that in the course of the last week, I've gotten blogmarried (I know! I was as surprised as you, but somehow, when these things happen and appear to be a done deal before you even show up at the conversation (and it's to a totally fabulous writer, who's a load of fun and a good friend, to boot), it seems rather ungracious to offer anything but a hugely enthusiastic "YES PLEASE!"), and accepted my role in a group of fantasy villainesses as Cruella DeVil (probably because I'm English and wear furs).
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
On February 21st, 1963, John F. Kennedy addressed the US Congress with a special message about the needs of the nation's senior citizens. His opening line:
On the basis of his study of the world's great civilizations, the historian Toynbee concluded that a society's quality and durability can best be measured "by the respect and care given its elderly citizens".Powerful stuff.
[Please note: This is a flashback to part of my reality towards the end of last year, and may contain triggers for you if you've suffered child loss. Things are vastly better now, but triggers (as I discovered, as my eyes hollowed and I fell once again under its thrall and swirling darkness) can still bring it all back to me, though less powerfully. The feelings are not gone, but less intense, and circumstances have changed vastly (for the better) from this night. But I suddenly needed to write this out of me.]
Monday, 3 March 2014
I write a lot about my friends. Mostly because they're lifeblood to me. I'm absolutely, 100,000,000% a 'people person' and it's within relationships that I thrive. I'm absolutely blessed to have made so many wonderful friends, all with differing degrees of (geographical and emotional) closeness, and where I'm luckiest is that I feel that I have several who approach the inner-circle of friendship.
Sunday, 2 March 2014
I got into another deliciously sumptuously long conversation over on Facebook, about blogging and the ways and means of carrying it out, and the reasons we (bloggers) do it, and although there were only five or so people in the conversation (and it was interrupted continually by mentions of baby goats, hot showers and whether or not it was acceptable to make animal noises outside the bedroom (for the record; it is, but only if it's a baby bird noise and you're hungry, and this is an inherent signal to whoever's around to fetch you some food)) some good observations were made.