The Fall cometh, soon

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The Fall is coming,

The Fall is coming

Nope, I am not chicken little,

:-P

but,

I do so look forward,

to the Fall,

every year,

perhaps this one,

in particular.

Fall, for me,

is,

my mind’s,

and,

body’s,

trigger to,

get back to work.

Left over from school days,

I guess,

the cooler, crisper,

temperature,

allows thoughts,

to percolate,

more,

freely,

walks in the cool windy air,

with my thoughts,

my camera,

I love the Fall.

It’s still sweatily hot,

we are in fact,

having,

here,

in the beautiful ugly,

some of our hottest days,

right now,

but,

the night comes,

sooner,

and,

brings with it,

cooler air,

and,

easier sleep,

in principle,

at least.

I am a cool weather butch,

combination,

of climate and ancestry,

I suspect.

I am at my best when,

I can slip on a sweater,

jacket,

boots,

and go out,

wandering.

Thinking,

in active mode,

walking and walking.

I have,

appreciated the,

Summer,

this year,

very much,

spent lots of time,

outdoors,

not active,

so much,

as soaking in,

the sun,

the air,

figuring things,

out.

Letting,

my mind,

my heart,

write the first draft.

Healing,

letting the anger,

evaporate.

I would not want any,

of you to think,

that the anger I felt,

at the loss of my,

dear, dear anarchist,

was in any way,

directed at him.

at his memory,

because,

that is not,

the case.

The anger I felt,

was at the fickleness,

of life,

at the fact,

that someone,

so giving and with real,

generosity of spirit,

and,

life affirming presence,

should be gone,

struck down,

while,

others of much more,

shall I say,

dubious contribution,

go on,

taking up,

space,

breathing air,

yep,

I was angry,

and,

sad,

from a very selfish,

perspective.

Who would be there,

for me,

like Francoys,

had been?

The answer to that question,

I have known,

all along-

no one.

Francoys,

was my sounding board,

on everything,

I trusted,

his honesty,

and kindness,

he didn’t bullshit you,

but,

he wasn’t negative and harsh,

or envious or cynical.

He didn’t live a life,

of fantasy and what could be,

but,

he had dreams and hope.

Never Polyanna,

never black cloud.

As I embark,

on my,

fiftieth Fall,

I feel that,

in spite of the gaping hole,

I am strong,

I am blessed,

with love,

and friendship,

and maybe,

the hole,

allows me to get to,

the vein of creative truth,

easier,

maybe.

Let the mining and excavation begin,

enough,

planning and wallowing,

now,

we build.

Later girls,

BB

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A butch and her boots

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Well I did it,

I bought my new boots.

:-)

Couldn’t be happier.

Awesome service,

from the young man,

at what I feared,

would be,

a hipster central,

in the Plateau Mont-Royal,

neighbourhood,

in Montreal.

I went there, despite my anticipated qualms, because they had the best selection in town and since it is a very cool and young neighbourhood, they sell lots, Blunnies are in with the hip crowd.

I am neither,

young,

nor hip,

but,

the young man,

knew I was a,

Blundstone,

aficionado,

I was wearing my chisel toes,

after all.

He asked me some questions,

on the finish and patina,

and,

he was bright enough to know,

it was an easy sale,

but,

he was genuinely interested,

and,

took off 20 percent,

without me asking,

for anything,

needless to say,

I will go back.

After looking them over,

for a few minutes,

I went with the crazy horse brown,

with the regular black sole,

didn’t like the look,

of the pale sole,

 

in person,

very happy with the choice,

I made.

new boots

Some might find it silly,

to attach such,

importance,

to a pair of boots,

to me,

they just,

may be,

the most important,

element,

of my butch style.

They ground me,

I feel safe and strong,

when I wear,

them.

I am comfortable,

I don’t worry about,

cracks in the sidewalk,

or stepping off curbs,

they are my armour,

they protect one of,

the most vulnerable,

parts of me.

I like the look,

I like the comfort,

I like that I don’t need to tie,

them.

Pull on,

easy to remove.

When I found,

Blundstones,

six years ago,

I found a perfect fit.

I know some people,

say,

they aren’t as good,

as they used to be,

to which I say,

So what???

How many boots do you have,

that can withstand ,

being worn,

everyday for,

eighteen months,

and,

then three times a week,

for another,

four years,

all for under,

$200?

I would wager,

not many.

But,

the fact is these are mine,

I found them,

and,

I am keeping them.

The journey in my boots,

continues.

Later girls,

BB

 

 

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Assembling the Fall butch wardrobe

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Hello you all.

Hope you are all feeling ship shape.

I am in a pretty good mood,

it’s a little hotter,

than I enjoy but,

the Fall is a coming,

Happy dance

:-)

The tax man,

in his infinite wisdom,

has sent me a return,

so after,

paying off a few debts,

I will be assembling,

the missing elements,

of my Fall and Winter,

butch wardrobe.

My shirts are all too big,

and,

I have no decent flannel,

to speak off,

this qualifies,

as a mini crisis.

I have looked and looked,

you find,

cheap made in China,

in awful colours,

or,

hipster tight,

in bad design at big prices,

crap or ugly,

I enjoy neither,

you know who,

still makes the best flannel shirt,

at a fair price?

L.L Bean.

I have one left in my closet,

much too big,

worn 3 Winters,

still looks new,

but,

it balloons,

so,

some lucky person,

is going to inherit this shirt,

and,

I am going to order,

2 new ones.

I like the Freeport flannel style best,

but,

there is only one colour I like,

Mariner blue,

freeport shirt

blue, red and white,

two pockets,

regular collar,

I wish they also made this,

in Black Watch,

but,

they don’t,

so I will also order,

a Scotch Plaid in Black Watch,

black watch shirt

one pocket,

button down collar,

which I don’t like as much,

with flannel,

but,

still,

should be good,

for at least 5 years in the flannel,

department.

Toasty warm,

but,

breathable,

perfect for our cold damp,

climate.

I also need boots,

my first pair of Blundstones,

is going on six years,

still good,

the originals,

but,

I intend to wear them as my,

beater Winter pair.

I love the look of,

the chisel toe,

Crazy Horse Browns,

that are the second pair I bought,

but,

the soles,

just aren’t as thick,

or resistant,

not good,

in slippery wet conditions,

and,

Fall,

in the beautiful ugly,

is all about slippery and wet.

So I have looked and looked,

if budget was no option,

perhaps,

I would buy a pair of Red Wings,

but,

$400-$500 dollars,

I cannot afford for boots,

or anything else for that matter:-)

so,

Blundstones,

it is,

dollar for dollar,

at a little over $200 cdn,including our whopping Quebec sales tax,

are a good buy.

I like the way,

they look,

I like how comfy they are,

they are an essential element,

of my butch style,

I really wanted suede,

but,

it isn’t practical,

so I am going with,

the nubuck,

blundstones nubuck

in crazy horse brown,

with the new two tone,

soles.

Add a new black hoodie,

and,

my Fall Winter wardrobe,

has no more holes.

I intend to spend lots,

of time outdoors,

in the Fall,

and,

even Winter,

lots of photographs to be taken,

and,

fresh air to counter,

all the time,

spent in front of the computer screen,

so,

I need my versatile,

butch wardrobe.

Since,

I work,

part time,

in a casual environment,

I don’t need anything too dressy,

and,

what I do need,

I have.

There comes a time,

in your life,

where,

you know,

what you like,

what fits your style,

your personality,

and,

also,

your lifestyle,

jeans,

boots,

flannel,

ball caps,

for everyday,

oxford button down and khakis for fancy,

for me,

there is nothing else

it is my version,

of butch,

with my twists,

practically a uniform,

and,

yet,

so far removed from one.

Odd to be thinking of flannel,

and,

boots,

30 degrees celsius.

Be well.

Later girls,

BB

 

 

 

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on the wasting of time and happiness

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It’s a cloudy day,

today,

first we have had,

in a week,

of glorious,

constant sunshine.

I had a very social,

weekend,

and,

beginning of the week,

enjoyable and also,

tiring.

Lots of time spent outside,

no shortage of, vitamin D, this week.

Getting my mind into gear,

for the labour of love,

that sits before me.

Come September,

BB goes into full gear,

assembling,

the puzzle pieces that are,

my blog,

photos,

notes-

my book.

I’ve been reflecting,

that’s my thing,

reflection,

not that I’m Zen or anything but, I do reflect, think about, examine, try to learn from, past experiences, both recent and not so recent.

These last few months,

years,

have brought,

what I think,

is safe to qualify,

as,

phenomenal growth,

a much greater understanding,

of,

what is,

and,

isn’t,

important to me.

Losing my friend the anarchist,

has brought home,

just how important it is,

to cherish,

those we love,

and,

it has got me thinking about,

not wasting time.

Now,

my definition,

of wasting time,

is not necessarily yours,

and,

that is just fine.

I don’t consider,

chatting with my friends,

sitting around reading,

thinking,

wasting time.

I am not,

in the classic sense of the term,

goal oriented.

In fact,

I am a little bit,

maybe even more than a little,

lazy.

I allow myself,

time,

it is my time,

and,

I can do with it as I please.

I find that,

I am much more,

patient,

about peoples weaknesses,

and,

much less so about,

the lies and illusions they entertain,

about themselves,

and,

I apply the same amount,

of patience and

lack thereof,

to myself.

I spent many years,

listening,

to people’s problems,

people,

who seemed to have,

no one else to listen to,

some people,

have genuine problems,

some people,

see everything in life,

as a problem,

the little black clouds,

and some,

people live in fantasy worlds,

or the past,

the Pollyannas,

it is not my place to judge,

or criticize,

as the saying goes,

‘everyone is waging their own battle’

but,

not judging,

and,

spending time,

with those people,

are very different things.

In the world of work,

and,

society in general,

black clouds and Pollyannas,

are,

inevitable,

we must deal with them,

I do,

usually in a pretty civil way,

but,

in our private lives,

especially our intimate,

secret garden lives,

there is no need.

This morning,

mom and I,

were discussing,

contentment vs happiness,

and,

I came to a conclusion,

I am not content,

with my life,

I am happy.

I am surrounded by,

people I love,

they might not be geographically close, but, they surround me, nonetheless.

I am loved,

I love back,

I am supported,

I support back,

we stimulate each other all of us,

family,

circle of friends,

the woman I love.

I am also very clear headed,

when it comes to,

the future.

I want certain things,

I believe they will happen,

because,

I will make them happen,

and,

I will be helped along,

because the fact is,

I always am.

How plans will pan out,

I don’t know,

and,

that is in fact,

ok,

the journey,

that is life,

is unpredictable,

it is both joyous and challenging,

for some,

difficult,

sometimes,

I roll with the punches,

sometimes,

I roll into a ball,

but,

keep going,

at my pace,

on my road.

I don’t see happiness,

as an endless series of,

giggly,

mirth filled experiences,

not that there is anything wrong with that, :-)

to me,

happiness,

is knowing who you are,

knowing,

just how damn lucky you are,

and,

walking the road everyday,

in all kinds of weather,

with pains and moods,

or,

smiles and spring in your step.

All four seasons,

with their charms,

and,

challenges.

Living your life,

not existing,

not,

enduring it.

Not wasting time.

Being happy.

Be well girls.

Later,

BB

 

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On reading Henry James

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I find lately,

that I read,

slower,

that I reflect on what I read,

more,

and,

just as eating slower,

improves,

my old ass digestion,

so does,

reading slow,

improve the experience,

the digestion,

of,

thought.

I have been reading Henry James,

The American,

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which,

is not one of his best known works,

it was originally serialized in a magazine

for years, I resisted,

James,

thought to myself,

boring old dead white guy,

I know, I know, I’m narrow like everyone else, sometimes.

But,

just as,

I changed my mind,

about Thomas Hardy,

a few years ago,

I am now re-considering my view of James.

Slow, has it’s good points,

to be sure.

I believe,

there are a few reasons,

why I now appreciate these,

writers.

Maturity?

perhaps,

having read many books,

I have learned to appreciate,

the well crafted,

the subtle?

Probably

But,

I think for me,

the biggest reason,

may just be,

that I need quiet time,

to breath, to think,

to be still in my mind,

and,

this kind of writing,

inspires that,

putting the book down,

and,

thinking about it,

taking your time.

In a world of constant stimulation,

three or four conversations at once,

on the chat, Facebook, text,

I need to go away,

I need to turn off.

I like my gadgets,

my being able to be in touch,

at all times,

but,

even if I am not as busy,

as some people,

my brain is rarely quiet,

actually,

never.

Henry James, Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen,

they are the equivalent of a good,

conversation,

with someone,

wise, astute, older,

you don’t agree with everything they,

‘say’,

but, it is an intelligent discourse,

civilized.

No need to impress,

to best,

sitting in silence,

sipping something,

enjoying the sun,

the breeze,

a slow smoke,

good company.

James,

grounds me,

sometimes,

I find myself in awe of his,

meticulously crafted sentences,

his insights,

but,

mostly,

I just listen,

and,

being me,

every once in a while,

I feel compelled to,

in my most genteel voice,

say,

“I really must disagree with you there, Mr James”

I would never call him Henry:-)

Yes,

I am enjoying,

the experience,

reading is so many different things,

to me,

to everyone,

but,

reading Henry James,

is sitting back,

in a wing chair,

thinking,

life is also good,

when slow.

Later girls,

BB

 

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Personal and collective past, culture

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The older you get, the more you become, aware of the passage, of, time, of the past, personal past, collective past.

As an only child, raised by very intelligent, and, aware individuals, I always felt, a little bit, older. My conversations, from a young age, were with, adults, smart and kind adults, but, adults.

I talked, pretty much before, I did anything else, and, like most of my generation, I was raised playing outside, biking, and, Summer camp, and, always, TV. Much maligning of TV, by many people, but, television taught me, so much, about everything, of course books, but, they came a little later, TV, was there from the first. Television, today, is very different, lots of choice, lots of crap, also, lots of quality entertainment. It is no longer, consumed, in the same way.

As a kid, we watched TV, as a family, which meant, we watched what, my dad thought was best. Hockey was on Saturday nights. But, on Saturday and Sunday mornings, the TV was all mine, so cartoons, and, on Sunday, American preachers, quite the education. One thing we always watched, before the advent of VCRs and DVD, was movies, in French, in English, with subtitles, we were, all of us, movie junkies. In my teen age years, and, later, well into, early adulthood, I was obsessed with, old black and white, films, screwball comedies, and, drama, always, drama. For a while I wanted to be, an actress, ridiculous, but, it was an obsession like any other. I read tons, about movies: biography, histories, about the studio system, and stars, and later, criticism and film theory, movies, are one of my great loves.

So old sitcoms, on TV, and, black and white film, were a big part, of my culture, Both taught me, and, sparked interests in, history, literature, they taught me about, the use of language, timing, style. They gave image, texture, to my dreams.

On the same day, this week, we lost two representatives, of both those genres. The great Robin Williams, Robin-Williams who was so smart, and so funny, who made you laugh, and, think so fast, you missed half the jokes, because, really, who could catch everything, that came out of him? Lovely, crazy, outrageous man. Like many comics, he was very smart, and, troubled. His performances in, Dead Poets Society, and, Good Will Hunting, touching, human, and, also, funny, he couldn’t help himself. I knew Williams, since Mork, and, I had never seen a comic like him. His passing is very sad, not surprising, he felt very deeply, that much was obvious.

Practically at the same time, we learned of the passing, of, Lauren Bacall. Lauren Bacall - 1966 - Hollywood Women1 I loved Lauren Bacall. She was so sexy, smart, smoky, take no prisoners, kind of woman, you believed she was, woman enough, for Bogart.

I confess, I had a thing for her, could see myself, trying to woo her, silly, young butch fantasies. I read her book, By Myself, a good read, from all points of view, growing up, in a single parent home, growing up Jewish, poor, and falling in love, with a much older married co-star, raising children pretty much, on her own, excellent read, one of my favourite, Hollywood autobiographies. But, it is the Bacall after Bogart, I find most appealing, a mature, still young woman, great strength, great poise, she lived a nice long life. May she rest in peace.

In a way, losing, Williams, and, Bacall, is losing a part, of my past, both personal and collective. I did not know, these people and yet, I did. Sad to lose them, glad I knew them.

Later girls, BB

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Bookish Butch Esq.

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I hope this post,

finds all of you,

well,

happy,

in,

tip top,

Summer shape.

I am feeling fantastic,

fabulous,

and,

clear headed strong.

I spent a most enjoyable,

weekend,

caught up with my love,

spent a good portion,

of Sunday,

exploring and photographing,

Ottawa,

a pretty town.

Took the bus back to,

the beautiful ugly,

through pretty farm lands,

bright sunshine,

a good book,

alone with my ideas,

my thoughts,

allowing my mind to wander.

Quite the luxury,

time to yourself,

I get more than most,

I feel I need it,

sometimes,

to balance,

what my lady calls,

my social butterfly side.

Monday was very quiet,

reading Henry James on the balcony,

a few errands,

but,

quiet,

I like my week to begin,

quietly.

I visited my accountant,

yesterday,

I used to own a bookstore,

this required,

tax forms,

too complex,

for the mathematically challenged butch,

that I am.

I closed the bookstore,

but,

the last tax return needed to be,

done,

of course, I was late, but, no biggie

it occurred to me,

after Nadia, the lovely Russian woman who does my taxes, asked me if I would keep a business name, if I would continue working for myself…

I should create a new,

name for my creative,

endeavours,

I’ve had a biz name and email,

associated with my former bookstore,

for ten years,

but,

I don’t want to keep it,

I want to keep,

the past in the past,

I want to keep moving,

forward.

So,

I came up with,

and,

secured a new name,

bookish butch esq.

nope,

I am not a lawyer,

nor  an aspiring knight

:-P

but,

I do like the sound of it,

the connotations,

gentleman butch,

bookishbutchesq,

has a certain,

je ne sais quoi,

even,

rakish,

quality about it,

I think,

I hope.

So that’s my new branding,

and,

I ordered some cards,

not too many, trying it out:-)

They simply state,

I write, I photograph,

and,

the flip side has the new header picture on it.

I liked the shot I had before,

very much,

but,

it belonged to a friend of mine,

this one is all mine.

I write, I photograph,

I am bookish butch Esq.

Living the dream,

lucky butch.

Be well all of you,

chin up.

Later girls,

BB

 

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Little Black Clouds

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Yo, Girls, Wassup?

I am having a very good week,

looking  forward to seeing,

my lady,

swoon.

Still reading Montaigne,

it’s work,

but,

I like it,

stimulates the ‘ole’ neurons.

I am also retackling,

Henry James,

in the form of a lesser,

and, thus easier,

work,

The American,

perfect size for commuting,

and,

stashing in my bag,

future Broccoli reads post in the making

Working most nights,

this week,

at my survey monkey gig.

I like this job,

go figure,

uses my people skills,

not too much brain output,

just enough,

keeps me fresh to focus,

on creative tasks.

This type of work attracts,

a certain kind of person,

sure there are the,

young,

the immigrant,

the unilingual,

who need to get their feet wet,

acquire job experience,

but,

there are also,

many examples of people,

with mental health issues,

sometimes,

very smart,

personable even,

but,

who have trouble fitting in,

this job is a job,

for the misfit.

Some misfits,

are endearing and entertaining,

and,

then,

there are,

the little black clouds,

everything is bad,

they are always victims,

the job,

well any job,

is beneath them,

pain in the ass.

It’s hard to put up with people,

who,

don’t play well,

with others.

I have a special talent,

this is quantifiable and I have numerous examples of it

I attract black clouds,

have,

my whole life.

The ones everyone,

avoid,

flee,

well,

they all love me,

some might see it as a curse,

I often do

:-)

but,

it is also an opportunity to learn,

about human nature.

Lately,

at work,

I have been sitting,

not by choice, mind you!!

next to one of the most persistently,

black cloud people,

I have come across.

From the moment her ass,

hits the chair at 5 pm,

to the moment she leaves,

she bitches,

complains.

If I am having a good night,

it’s because I’m lucky

and she is so unlucky,

woo is her,

I tell you it’s enough to make,

an ole butch,

scream.

I believe I do better at,

the survey monkey thing,

because,

A) I don’t hate people (key component)

B)I am, pleasant.

Pointing this out to her,

would be mean,

and,

futile,

so I don’t.

I have never though of myself,

as an optimist,

I have a contradictory personality,

pragmatic-romantic,

works for me.

Little black clouds,

confuse me,

how can they think,

everything is bad,

that the whole world is out,

to get them.

Don’t they experience,

wind in trees?

good cups of coffee?

the purr of cats?

holding someone they love,

in their arms?

smiles?

music?

conversation?

egg rolls?

Life is big joys,

little joys,

loss,

and,

heartache too,

of course,

and,

dog knows I am no Pollyanna,

but,

I am alive,

happy and grumpy,

sometimes sunshine,

sometimes rain.

I guess the black clouds,

or the everything is always peachy keen,

types,

make me appreciate and see,

the nuance and joy,

of being,

alive.

I guess

:-P

Later girls,

BB

 

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On myth and menopause

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Gifts and conscience

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Hello girls,

how are you?

Summer treating you well?

Getting out and smelling the roses?

I sure hope so

-:)

This is my very,

first post,

on my new MacBook,

well, new to me.

It was  a gift,

from my friend Chris,

one of my oldest,

and,

truly,

dearest friends.

I don’t think,

at this point,

I need to tell you all,

how important and dear to me,

my friends,

are.

You know I don’t think you could find a luckier butch, friendship wise, just saying

On Sunday,

we had a memorial brunch,

for my anarchist.

There has been much,

ugliness and pettiness,

surrounding the estate and the memorial,

it is hard,

to understand,

peoples motivations,

sometimes,

in the case of some people,

at all times,

but,

it is done,

thanks to the,

stellar negotiation skills,

of his oldest friend.

Francoys will travel back,

to the North,

with his beloved son.

A fitting resting place,

in the cold and the snow,

he loved both.

I miss him,

so much.

But, I have no regrets.

We knew,

both of us,

just what we meant to each other,

and dog knows,

it isn’t always like that,

especially,

the,

no regrets part.

My dad,

used to say,

when I was a kid,

‘as long as you can look yourself in the mirror when you shave and not have your conscience bother you, you’re good’

Of course, I pointed out to dad, that women don’t shave, and for that matter, neither do all men, so we changed it to brush your teeth, everyone does that:-)

The notion of conscience,

here,

has nothing to do,

with,

religion.

It is truly,

about,

living with yourself,

as a thinking and sensitive human being,

yes,

cutting yourself slack,

but,

doing the best you can to be a good person.

I hear and read a lot of excuses,

on the part of people,

justification for inconsiderate behaviour,

and,

prejudiced and idiotic opinions,

with this whole,

‘I am just me’

crap.

I indulge in it,

myself.

But, when I brush my teeth,

look in the mirror,

I bring myself back.

See, the thing is,

who the hell else but you, would you be?

Having a past,

issues,

even personality disorders,

is no excuse,

for being an ass,

truly,

ever.

Of course, I don’t mean,

we should not embrace,

our differences and marginality,

we should,

we must.

Also,

sometimes,

we must forgive,

ourselves,

and,

others,

for being scared.

But wallowing,

and,

navel gazing,

must be kept to a minimum.

Like my dad,

I am a bit,

of a wallower,

I beat myself up,

I brood over things,

and,

feel hard done by,

despair of the world,

My mom is nothing like that, she is a turn the page kind of a lady, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and keep calm and carry on, a very pragmatic thinker, and when things hurt too much or she can’t think anymore, she goes to sleep and says I’ll think of it tomorrow and often a solution/answer presents itself during the night, doesn’t work with us brooder insomniac types:-)

but,

I let go,

eventually,

I forgive,

myself,

others,

I just need to work out,

why I acted or others acted,

the way I/they did,

can be a long process.

I know for others it is,

a weird way of being,

they move on,

I inch on,

but,

once I have,

examined,

come to,

an understanding,

I go forward,

my boots plant firmly towards,

the next fork in the road.

The gifts I have received,

the cameras and now the new Mac,

YAY!!!

but,

most especially,

the love and friendship,

and measure of peace,

knowing that the big man,

was honoured as is fit,

and,

will rest in peace,

helps,

ground me,

in the new,

path,

towards the future.

Life and it’s blessings are beautiful,

and,

I ain’t just whistling Dixie.

Later girls,

BB

 

 

 

 

 

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