It’s all a lie, age is not a number we can live with, it is a change that has not rooted in the soul, has not displaced the boy or girl who danced all night and dared the highest branches of the tree, it is beauty in the past no longer turning heads, each eye that seems to linger sliding off to younger flesh close to the bone, more rounded in its cling there, firm and succulent with juice that sings immortal in the cells that keep us prisoner, so changing all the landscapes we have lived in that a mirror seems a window to another world; cannot be me, that stranger, not tall enough, with tired flesh about the eyes, no shine upon full lips inviting kisses in between each breath a mouth somehow now bracketed with pain at times as joints rebel at movement where they jumped and leapt before. It’s all a lie. Age exists in other eyes if not our own, we need to know that so the glancing look will lose the knife edge that can slice us to the bone, hope so quickly dead unless we tell ourselves the truth and revel in the freedom to be careless, be outspoken be the person we have always been inside and if I dance a little slower, if I no longer leave the ground each time I skip, if all my sharp edged youthfulness has softened to a sigh, a sip of rich dark wine seasoned with a dash of been there, done that, a spice of life that the young ones have to wait to for, unless we’re giving samples out for fun and games, I do still dance, still love, still celebrate the spirit of the wild child I will always be.
<'Take me to yourself that I might feel Love’s communion that I might as Master walk in the garden unblemished.' Yet still, heavily disguised in the uniformed mask of Love they creep, all the while whispering, I am, I am that I am.>
Took me right back to a moment facing my own demons and struggling to embrace them.
BTW are you still testing those neat 'toys' or did that particular gig end? The thought of if it made me laugh and got me through a couple of tedious days.
good morning is a moment in the heart when light makes colour real, removing all the shades of nothing night has wreathed the world with; shades of newton's prism on the wall bring all the rainbow promises to life again, a finely ordered palette, a colour for each feeling red for passion full and bursting with its life; orange stimulating hunger kick start the system for the day; yellow bringing thought on line connections made, mind opened if we're lucky; green to soothe, create a place to grow from while blue sweeps, calm and steady, to and fro, all the forward drive that springs to life as indigo the secret soul awakens and violet brings alpha to the mind slow pulse and flow existing in the now the wheels all turning, time and life and colour filling up the day.
Love learning but oh it can be so demanding! Good for you, girl!
Work is still in major flux, somewaht further unbalanced by the season and increased advertising etc. One thing at a time...it will come together.
Furball the terrorist thrives and is doing his best to import two more cats into the house. One a rather appealing nitwit (stray)who reacts a beat slow to everything..kind of like the turtles in that fish film or the chicken in surf's up. The other is a teenaged girl kitty who belongs to my neighbours but is never at home.
I am currently in a "I will follow the rules and get rid of him" state because he deliberately used my bookcase as a litterbox when I would not let him outside when the mean cat was there. Demon spawn cat! Next time I will let him take his chances.
Gotta go and become a producer. Have a recording booked at 10:30 so time to join the world.
Good morning! I tend to associate the sun with greek myths and Apollo and generally assign masculine traits to it. Night and the moon can be either female or male depending on my mood at the time. Interesting observation...I had not given it a great deal of thought.
Sky pales into morning not yet bright enough to kill the lights that man has filled the night with, for that, we need the sun still waiting for his cue, no doubt a morning coffee in his hand to stoke the fires he'll shine to make our day. The weekend winds have faded to a whisper barely moving leaves outside, the whipping curtains at my door all still, a drape of fabric framing growing light as daytime becomes now no more tomorrow as life moves on, relentless in its passing and we each give it our flavour of the day a word of love, a smile, a little needle in the side a sudden jump to judgment or a sigh, a tear of heartbreak on the brink of happening again. We make our choices and we take our chance and yet each moment waits, unshaped until we tell it what to wear, to carry in its pocket so I choose love, and love and love again despite the pinches it has given me before and will restart my day each time it falters.
Healthy, clean and somewhat fit. Having discovered first hand that added years do make a difference in how the body responds to exercise I have become more accepting of less honed physiques.
Don't know if testosterone makes it easier, but I have to work three times as hard to maintain well toned. Forget seriously ripped!
We celebrate independence on Nov 30th so this weekend is actually hopping with the gala for the cultural festival, salsa parties, other parties and just a general good time.
I am probably going to watch MacGyver's first season for a couple of hours and then go to sleep.
Or you can fly over and I'll surprise the heck out of everyone by actually showing up at the various "do's"
Cool sweeps of grey mark the path of twilight moving to the borders of the sea, the sky; a gentle tinge of pink the sun's farewell as he plunges eastward in a rush to someone else's dawn, my day is closing gently into night my pots and pans abubble with the evening meal, an onion touched with garlic breathing spice and savour through the house blending with tomato in a saucy tang that hints at salsa dancing later or maybe just a good book and sleep, my sweetest lover wrapping me in dreams while I am on my own.
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Beauty in the past
You don't need to worry. You've got that 'distinguished' flavour going for you.