I got absorbed in this conversation and forgot to go to work!
Actually I was there yesterday and it doesn't really matter as long as i get there by noon, one of the perks of being management! (That plus the fourteen hour day)
Anyway ladies, I trust your day will go, continue or progress well.
For me 'pinky land' (I like that) does not deny reality.
It just refuses to get stuck in the feeling that reality is the same forever or that it is intrinsically bad.
There are things I do not like, that I am not going to be happy about, but I will not be miserable about them forever either,
An example: I used to dance ballet and it was generally agreed by my teachers etc. that I had potential to follow that life. I broke my ankle badly and could not do point work.
I switched to modern dance, overcame a back injury and then five years later damaged a knee so badly professional dancing was out of the question. So now I am the best darned dancer at parties.
Of course I limp for three days afterwards but that is a price I am willing to pay. I love to dance.
Certainly there were tears and heartache along the way but I chose 'pinky land', look to what I can do rather than what I cannot do.
Choose the bitter or the sweet, you control the tastes you eat; you can frown or you can smile, try them both out for a while; pain is real, it always passes if you wear rose coloured glasses, what you look for, you will find we create well with the mind; be careful what you choose to say, you don't know who you'll hurt today casual words can have sharp edges or push people on to ledges, if you drown me in your pain do you feel better? Do you gain? If today I bear your sorrow, will you join my joy tomorrow? If not, what's the point in this? Time to say bye bye; kiss kiss!
Perhaps I should call it the song of the heartless woman.
I walked under the morning, heading east into the fire turning shadow to its other side, a glow that dappled gold across my shoulder warming night cooled flesh, bringing forth the scents of sleep and yesterday. I walked alone under the morning except for rushing birds all striving to be early, not seeing me as predator just busy with their business with the worms while tiny flowers stretched their equivalent of arms wide open to the benison of light sliding down the contours of the valley turning the hint of morning into day. I walked because my spirit is all restless, tied to flesh and all its failures, the hint of stagger in its stride reminding me of my mortality, the grave truth that waits somewhere in my future. Spirit surges forward seeking fire, phoenix hungry for completion, ashes sweet surrender to the wonder of rebirth, flesh does not fail, just limps a little under the morning as I walk.
One of the side effects of being dabbler and reading a lot is that you pick up odd, and sometimes useful, skills.
While I sincerely hope I never have to trap animals for food and dress their hides for clothing, I know how to do it. I can build a shelter, start a fire, and condense water as long as I have some plastic and can dig a hole.
My hurricane kit has an extensive first aid kit and other neat stuff, so I could probably get by. Doesn't mean I want to.
RE: Paying homage...
My kid sister, Mandy.She gave me laughter and joy.