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Quote for the Day : Magic Things

“…The world is full of magic things,
patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper…”

— W. B. Yeats

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Being Normal (Collage)

Hello, everyone!

I have to say I am quite pleased with this collage.  That doesn’t happen very often (I have awesome self-esteem and confidence in myself) so I will grab those good feelings whenever they occur!  This little bird-lady is so cheerful and silly and looks like she knows exactly how fabulous she is.  She doesn’t care that she is a bit different and has no desire to fit in with everyone else, so she spends her time doing exactly what she feels like, and makes the world a happier place because of it.  Which is probably how we should all strive to be.

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Howard Thurman, African-American author, philosopher, theologian, educator, and civil rights leader, once said, “Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

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To all those who wear their weird crown proudly, and are living an authentic life (and possibly doing it in a fabulous polka dot dress whilst attempting the splits),  I salute you!

Thank you, as always for stopping by

🙂

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Quote for the Day : Water

Water does not resist. Water flows.
When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.

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Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you.
But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.

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Water is patient.
Dripping water wears away a stone.

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Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water.

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If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

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— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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Now I am Forty-Four

Yesterday was my birthday.  I have reached the grand old age of Forty Four.  Which scares me just a teeny-weeny little bit.  I still don’t know very much and have very little figured out.  I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, and I still keep waiting for my Fairy Godmother to grant me three wishes.

Yesterday was tougher than I imagined it would be.  I wanted to spend the day on my own, like I did last year, but then felt really lonely and sad about being on my own.  Quite a few people forgot it even WAS my birthday and that upset me more than I wanted to admit.  I felt fat and old and uninteresting and invisible.

To be fair, it’s quite possible I am hormonal (or menopausal!) and just down in the dumps for no real reason.  Birthday or no birthday.  I think this year crept up on me and I wasn’t ready.  I know forty four isn’t old.  I know this.

 

Things I know, now that I am forty-four years old

Life doesn’t get easier.  You just get more tired, so your tantrums are less dramatic.

Bingo wings grow all by themselves.  They are an unstoppable force.  You will spend the rest of your life in three-quarter sleeves.  Don’t fight it.

Elastic waist bands are key.

Music now is rubbish.  It’s a totally different thing to when your parents used to say it about your music when you were a teenager.  TOTALLY different.

You will begin to lose the ability to understand adverts on television.  Are they trying to sell you a car or haemorrhoid cream? And why are they so darn loud?

You used to laugh at women who plucked their chin hairs at the traffic lights.  Now you give them a thumbs-up signal and yell “Right with ya, sister!” in solidarity.

Cheese is your enemy and your best friend.  Don’t turn your back on it. 

That lump you’re feeling could be malignant.  Or it could just be one of last night’s cornflakes you had for dinner that stuck to you.  You know, the one that fell down your top and you couldn’t be bothered fishing it out because you were watching Will and Grace.

Your underwear gets increasingly more “sensible”.  They become less floral/pretty/polka-dotty and become more beige.

You will find yourself worrying about fibre content before sugar content.

You will suddenly realise that if you start dating again, it will have to be with men in their 40s and 50s.  Which seems kinda icky.  But if you were a man, you’d start dating girls in their 20s and 30s.  The irony is not lost on you. 

Grey hair grows quicker than any other colour of hair.  This is a scientific fact.  You will go to bed one night a brunette, and wake up the next looking like a badger. 

  If you go to work without makeup one day, people will repeatedly ask you if you’re ill.

  The fact that you’re old enough to remember macrame the first time it became popular, makes you feel like crying.

You will approach spicy food the same way you would approach a barrel full of poisonous spiders – with fear and trepidation.

You will be grateful for everything you have but still have many regrets and coulda-shoulda-wouldas.  Which is ok.  You may be forty four, but you’re still human.    

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Wishing you all a happy day (birthday or not).  Thank you for visiting 🙂 x

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Find Your Tribe

Hello everyone.  Another collage today (this is an 8 x 8″ canvas), with no hat-wearing birds in sight!  Instead we have some playful ruminant-people hybrids doing their thing.  I’m not sure what the fellow in the middle is doing – he seems to have stopped, mid-dance, to inspect an m&m he’s picked up (I’m hoping it’s not a goat dropping…).  Maybe it’s an olive or a nut or something.  I didn’t give it a lot of thought, clearly.  The little antelope girl is carrying a stick but appears to have lost whatever is supposed to be attached to it.  I hope she wasn’t planning on running away with all her worldly possessions bundled together in a hanky or something.  Because, if that’s the case, she has dropped them somewhere.  But she has a stick and that is probably important.  Maybe it’s a magical wand or a conductor’s baton.

The fiddler on the left seems to know what he’s doing, so at least someone is on the ball.  At the end of the day, they’re all a bit weird, and that’s ok.  They belong because they don’t belong.  It’s important to find your tribe, don’t you think?  🙂

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