This is an impromptu blog post that came to my mind and I just have to write it. Maybe, there are more men like you in blogosphere and that would be a good thing to find. I am looking for them.
Jason and Danny, I appreciate your sense of community and support. We all have our personal goals and drive in this place and as consuming as this passion of ours is, you still find the time to carry those around you along.
Please note, this is not a fan or worship note. I don’t do such, but I know when to appreciate a good thing once I see it. I have noticed some who are far too consumed about themselves, forgetting that it takes an entire village of bloggers to raise one blogger.
At every point in time that I have had reason to reach out to either of you, you unflinchingly respond.
You two are awesome and I wish you both the very best.
It started in just a second, ‘Cos that’s what he reckons. He met her at a function, Yes it was a luncheon. In milliseconds their eyes clung, He felt the air leave his lungs. He knew that she was the one, The sizzle she felt was no pun. It’s been Forty years strong, And they are still going on.
Believe me when I tell you that I ate so much humble pie in the earlier years of my marriage, that it’s not a surprise I got a bit more ample and humble over time.
There were so many instances, that I cannot even begin to recount.
At the start of married life, I assumed that my husband was an Almighty Druid who should be able to read my mind; this was regardless of the 6 months compulsory per-marital counseling classes that we were made to attend.
I think that my mind was doodling wedding gowns in the clouds and what not, when they talked about that communication part.
Well, after the lovely wedding and the romantic honeymoon, we got into the real deal. I had never lived with a man prior to that time, I had never had a husband, so it was trial by error 😉
I see things in brilliant and different hues of colours and my husband sees them in grays and black, so, I learnt that men are truly from a different planet; maybe Mars like they said and women in a World of their own. Though I can say that some of my colours are beginning to rub off on him 😉
After several erroneous assumptions, mostly on my part, and several courses of eating humble I-am-sorry pies, I had to re-calibrate as I realized that:
No, my husband is not a mind reader, though it seems that years of being together are now turning him into one.
No, he is not a druid but, like in the first instance, some magic is happening now.
I realized that in order to make it work, our communication had to get better than my sitting on my high horse with my nose stuck up in the air, expecting him to know those things that lay within my heart and mind, and I daresay that after 15 years, I think we are getting somethings right, since we even finish each others sentences these days 🙂
Now, it’s time to shed the pounds of the humble-over-the- years pies that got stuck on my hips.
There are no perfect relationships! They all require some modicum of work!
Some relationships are fantastic, some are marginally okay whilst some are an absolute lesson in “who not to be with” and probably meant to be tossed into the garbage can.
The term soul mate is a misleading concept that hints at perfectionism, which is not a word that can be ascribed to any human.
We all are works-in-progress, who spend a better part of our lives trying to figure out who we are and this process cascades down to everything that concerns our lives. ”There is always room for improvement.”
That said, The Yin and The Yang of soul-mating, are those parts in our relationships that keep chipping at each other, until their rough surfaces are smooth enough for the jigsaw puzzle of our characters to blend in seamlessly, or, alternatively, they chaff at each others bits until the edges are so jagged and worn out that ”would be” Soul mates become Stab mates.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Reach.”
Frankly speaking, as the days go by; which by the way is turning out to be one of my favourite statements, I have no regrets about Ex’s that have been left behind!
They came into my life at the point in time that they should have and we moved on at the juncture when the show was over and their time was up to move on. Not all relationships are meant to last forever even when they were absolutely delicious. Nothing in life has permanence!
In my opinion, no place is out of reach to travel to if you want to and set your mind to. It is all in one’s perspective! One place that I visited and stayed for a while and wanted to stay longer than I was entitled to was Geneva – Switzerland. I fell in love with that city; its mix of ancient and modern. No Swiss gentleman was forthcoming to sweep me off my feet and other things in life were beckoning to me, so I had to journey forth 🙂
I don’t believe in dwelling on a past that is out of reach and done with. Thus, I don’t bother looking back at things that are not in my ability to resolve. Minor skirmishes with loved ones, where I need to apologize and make amends, I do that as swiftly as possible and try to mend fences.
I would rather continue my transformation by expending positive energy in creating better moments in the NOW. Moments that would translate to a better tomorrow when it arrives!
Yesterday is gone!
Today is now!
Tomorrow does not lie in my hands and will take care of itself!
At some pointor the other, we all experience some fatigue from writing and we need those little breaks to reflect, rejuvenate and calibrate.
As a mother with school age kids and a full daily to-do list, some days can be more daunting than the others, but I have learnt over time, to fit in some little pick me ups which helps to maintain my sanity and refresh my writing juice.
Here are some of the things that I get up to:
Sleeping it offwhen the luxury to indulge in a power snooze presents itself. Those power snoozes does wonders for the thinking cells of a writing she or he.
Murk about in nature. A jaunt around the park, in a garden, by the sea side, in the wilds or any nature that can be found around. The nature is such a natural healer that you might even find yourself waxing poetic at the end of it all.
Picking the brains of the young ones. Sometimes, my children serve as a bouncing board for silly ideas. We could spend time reciting old rhymes and twisting it as we go along. The wonderful, fresh outlook through the eyes of a child can be refreshing to the jaded eyes of a writer.
Sweating it out: I could turbo charge with a quick round of lazy press-ups, jumping jacks, skipping or whatever gets the adrenaline pumping.
Dancing without inhibitions like a happy, roaming gypsy, or singing out loudly like a tipsy bard – in the bathroom preferably 😉
Curling up in bedor on a favorite couch with a new interest inside the reams of a book and a chamomile tea can help calm some tired nerves. Sometimes, lighting a nice, cheap and cheerful candle can even set the tone for good times 😉
Going to the cinema or going to people watch, works magic too! I find a vantage point in a busy place that teems with humans and people watch shamelessly. You will be surprised at the burst of ideas that can come through such exercise. I always attach an imaginary character to a passer-by, visualizing a lifestyle for them, based on their dressing or the little mannerisms that they express.
Running a hot tubwith a dash of jasmine or eucalyptus oil. Hot water does its good work in loosening some kinks. Sit in the tub and let your mind roam free. There is no crime tag attached to just being and not doing.
When I can afford a little pampering, I go for spa treatment and just soak it all in. It does help to have a professional iron out the kinks. Otherwise, I settle for a cheap and cheerful tweaking home treatment from my children and they get to paint my toes.
Attending an open seminar/workshop and meeting new faces.
There’s an endless list of opportunities and new ventures to be explored.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 