I wish I had a prayer for every cluster f… I have had in my life and yet another dollar that went with it. I believe in life and people and sometimes that is my demise. Clusters. They complicate yet compliment should you know how to deal with them. I am living an interesting cluster right now. But I always believe with faith and the answer will come… and this cluster is questioning who I really am. And thinking I am loving her. Why? Because this cluster is huge but getting through with a huge smile. Never felt so alive.
Her songs inspire me. She has the wisdom of beauty. There should be no judging on her…. for her songs are all about not judging. That she should she should even have to speak up against the public who cannot see her beauty in all that she wears and all that she is and all that she represents is sad. I am proud she did, but it should not have been required. Pink … Pink as she is reflects the world of pink. Pink represents support. She stood up and did that. Pink doesn’t just stand up for being beautiful, she stands up for everything that is beautiful, and everything we have to fight against. And what I love is her “pink” is also a symbol of the fight against cancer. I believe she should be our advocate, and then even more so, the one that goes up and becomes President of the United States. Would love to see Pink as the first female President. She would be the most impressive, real, believable President of all. And if I were a U.S. citizen? I would vote for her!!! Brilliant woman.
And to AlessiaFran, I hope you don’t mind I posted this beautiful rendition of Pink. I just found it to be the most powerful of the message I was trying to convey. Beautiful work!! And would be a GREAT poster for Pink when she goes up against Hillary for Presidency. 🙂
It wasn’t like this in my life always… but in this song now it is. Although I don’t have a good looking man around me, I do have everything I need and nothing that I don’t… wait … maybe still some things I don’t need.. but those are things I will in time dispose of. But I shedded from more square footage than most would dream… 7,000 sq. ft to 450 square feet… with every thing I need and nothing I don’t. Home grown. Home. Releasing is everything. Letting go. And finding.. who you are. This after releasing takes time. Healing takes time. But being able to talk now to my parents about my experience about bulimia now openly is so freeing. So… there are two songs here that I want to share. Enjoy!! Dance and sing and know… less is best.. and believe in yourself. I am homegrown and love my parents for that! Easy? No… worth it? YES!!
Feel so good song!!!
ENJOY… to simple life and loving getting older and learning how to feel younger. To young ones out there.. hope you learn to be opposite to me! But regardless there are no regrets. My precious lesson was to realize? I can be as young as I want and as beautiful as long as it starts in humour, love for me and great surroundings… POSITIVE!! 🙂 And most of all thank God for all His support and answers to my prayers. 🙂
Interesting night tonight. I smiled as I walked my dogs and saw a man park his Jeep by the park I live by and walk my dogs in. He got out of the Jeep with a drink and a smoke. I wondered what he was hiding from or getting away from. He wasn’t there long. Just enough for his drink and his cigarette and then drove away. He had his moment in a gazebo in the park overlooking the pond. I so wish I had a camera to capture that picture. I had to smile knowing I don’t have to drive away and find a place to take the 7 minutes of a cigarette to hide. I live alone. If I want that 7 minutes with my cigarette I don’t have to drive away to do it. If I want to go to that gazebo I can just can walk to it. And I have no one to flee from. I am alone, but not lonely. I love my life.
Dad told me last night that my niece was in the hospital because she urinated blood. It’s incredibly disturbing. But I remember being bulimic and going to the doctor and him telling me I had traces of blood in my urine from lack of nutrition. I’m am confused now at my age sometimes why young ladies do things to themselves to make this happen, yet cannot judge… but confused about why I didn’t appreciate my youth and did it to myself, I thought, after hearing this story of my niece.
Interesting night tonight. I wanted to go speak to the young man and ask why he was there. But I didn’t. I just watched and hoped he would figure things out like I did, but sooner than later. And hope same for my niece.
Tonight I observed… and then my mind raced.