For a short time I posted on a group website but decided it really wasn't the wisest thing to do - I find, that most of the time, I am completely out of step with my fellow women. It is as if some horrid karma pursues me when it comes to my fellow women, something, I do not understand; but it is very true and I finally realized I was irritating & annoying them more than I was helping, so, I left them, behind. ' Tis for the best, I suspect.
(You do not need to hit me over the head with a baseball bat to get my attention, folks, well, you do, but only once or twice at the very most !!!)
I did realize that I enjoyed posting my poetry and short stories... and, from time to time, here, I will do so. My interests are many - I love science - and mysticism and spirituality; love literature and movies; crafts and needlework of all kinds: I even sew, tat, knit and well, you know about my crochet work, already. ( I am going to be making my summer shorts this week.) I will, though, from time to time post some of my favorite form of creativity, my writings - my 'words' as I always call them - even little snippets from my novels - just for the fun of it. It does not matter if no one but me reads them - or, God forbid, enjoy, them - It matters only that I create what is in my heart to create.Most people have a blog devoted to just one thing, but my interests are too varied for that.
As you see the picture beside this is the "Fool" from the Grail Tarot - He sets off on a long journey, know not where he is going but seeing his objective - the Holy Grail, above. His first challenge is walking across a great gulf - a canyon, perhaps, on the edge of the sword. He must not fear the fall that could happen so easily, he must not sway too much to one side, but keep his balance between contraries. He wears the simple garb of a pilgrim or traveler, no cape, no pack of food, candles and extra clothes, even. He is assuredly, alone and not even a horse or a mule accompanies him. This is the challenge of the spiritual seeker. Keep your eyes on the prize and sway not from the path. This is a suitable card for this lovely spring morning.
My lilacs are all in bloom this week and yesterday was the 28th???? anniversary of Mt. St. Helen's eruption, I can't get over that fact. I've never gone on a visit to the mountain, perhaps I will do so once I reach my final weight and can climb on the back of our motorcycle.
It is amazing how quickly our lives flash by us - and how difficult it is to accomplish any lasting thing, in each life - it is the challenge of life that I love best. Trying to create something - anything that will outlast me!
I am even doing research on how to start a compost heap this year, so now my garbage is going to be turning into good soil - that all started because Leon opened the bin and complained because King County wants us to put kitchen waste into the garden waste recycle bin - it is a disgusting smell, I admit that... but, well...They are the bosses and they wanted me to do it.. so, to please both King county and my beloved I begin a compost heap. Next thing you know I may reopen my herb garden soil and start growing herbs, again - what about some posts about herbs and all the wonderful things I am use them, for?
OHHHH - keep an eye out for recipes. I finally caught on I could have a recipe function and I just need to start posting - I have some truly wonderful recipes - some from my mother's Italian roots & times, some I created, some from friends, books and magazines. So keep any eye out.
One would think just being myself was thoroughly acceptable, Raj & Rain, I consider myself a charming, intelligent, Witty, creative person - but, for my fellow women, very rarely is it the proper thing to do. I missed the 'getting along with women' handbook this lifetime - it must have been handed out in grade school on the day I had my first cold of the season. (: I am constantly making what can only be called social mistakes (blunders, muck-ups, snafu (s) ) or - too honest, too silly, too serious, too funny, too sincere, too wordy, too thoughtful, too creative, too this, too that, not this, not that .. the usual missteps- so I find, myself making enemies instead of friends, irritating when I only mean to help, and so totally confused by the human race - and, particularly, the female variety of the human race - that I just retreat. Of all the women I have known in my life - only one of them is still what I would still call a friend - I mean not the loose word-based friendship we all have on-line or the neighborly smile & weather comment that passes for friendship out in the world, but the close friendship of people who have known each other for decades - just one.
The Italian word that comes to mind is :Basta! - means 'enough!'
I would rather isolation than play the game by other women's rules. I was raised by women and taught by women. I have had quite enough of women's rules.
For a short time I posted on a group website but decided it really wasn't the wisest thing to do - I find, that most of the time, I am completely out of step with my fellow women. It is as if some horrid karma pursues me when it comes to my fellow women, something, I do not understand; but it is very true and I finally realized I was irritating & annoying them more than I was helping, so, I left them, behind. '
