Have a fabulous weekend. Hug up your loved ones, and let them know how much you appreciate them.
So the soul longs for sunshine,
the feet long for the earth.
The man seeks redemption
the son seeks for birth.
Where does the sparrow fly
Where the sun ceases to shine.
Where does my heart beat.
Where your soul does not long for mine.
I’m riding cross the boundaries
I’m riding through the fences
I’m riding along the ancient trees
I’m riding through the tenses
Past, Present future,
Your soul longs for mine
We will find each other eventually
along the forbidden pines.
I’ve had my hair cut twice since April of 2015.
Mainly in an effort to economize while unemployed, but also, I wondered how long I could grow it before it became an uncontrollable mess.
The hairdresser I’ve seen for the last 6 years is a doll, and we have a great relationship. I would see her every couple of months, and to not have my hair done was a bit of a downer for me, but it was something that I had to consider in our new budget.
The first ‘hair cut’, I cut off my own ponytail. That didn’t quite accomplish what I had planned.
The second time, I had to get that fixed, and was too embarrassed to go back to my regular gal, Lucy. She would have given me a ration of crap over cutting off my own ponytail.
Today, I got really lucky. I called my old salon to book an appointment with Lucy. Not only was she still there, but she had just had a cancellation.
So after over a year of not caring for my hair, I got a lovely cut and a real hair style from my friend, Lucy.
I’m terrible at selfies. This was take 28, of 39.
Self care is a new practice for me. After 15 months of making do, taking the time and spending the money for a salon cut was so worth it. It was great to catch up with Lucy, and spend some time getting taking care of was really, really nice.
What is Classic Rock? I guess that depends on how old you are.
Trying a little experiment, I went to the classic rock tab on I-Heart Radio….it was a lot of 80’s stuff, which was fun. Billy Idol was one of my favorites, so I cranked it up for Dancing with Myself and danced around the kitchen. But for me that was college music.
The Big Dog when I was a Sr. in High School was AC/DC. Back in Black was on the radio, and we played it loud. So AC/DC was high school music.
But, this isn’t Classic Rock to me. I had to go back to the 70’s. The era that formed my musical appreciation. What was it that I liked first.
Give me some Queen.
Give me some Boston, Eagles, Elton John. Or Some Bowie, Petty, Springsteen, ELO, Chicago, Moody Blues even. Oh how about Steely Dan, CCR, Skynyrd, The Who.
When this girl wants to get her rock on, it’s got to be something pure, real singers, real musicians, and something authentic. Haven’t heard any rockers with a flautist since the Moody Blues. Who uses horns like Chicago or the Eagles anymore? I appreciate the rock bands that could integrate a full orchestra. What a full, rich, rocking sound.
One of the first concerts I went to was ELO. What a show. Loved the Spaceship. It was the first time I ever smelled pot, and I had to find someone with an extra lighter for me to hold up during the encore.
No one carries lighters anymore…..damn cell phones. It’s not the same.
What’s Classic to you?
We’ve all heard this old adage.
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about this old adage as I work toward improving myself, and letting go of the hurts and rejections of the past.
Part of me wants to run back, and sweep up all the pieces and try to put them back together….try to prove myself worthy of being accepted. But that isn’t healthy. So when I saw this fun piece on Pinterest this morning, I knew I had to add it to my new way of looking at things.
Image credit robert tew.
So as I march through the rest of this week, my drum beat is changing, my stride is becoming more sure, and I’m looking for those opportunities to smile, be good to people, and to encourage anyone who has found themselves a little adrift.
I’m grateful today for timely reminders that it’s ok to let go.
Have a great Thursday!
I made Body Butter, and it turned out pretty darn cool.
It’s light and silky, and it works great on my beat up feet!
So I’m starting my Wednesday with gratitude for my KitchenAide stand mixer!
I’m grateful for a practical use for Castor oil that I can apply topically, instead of orally!
I’m grateful for cute little jars that only cost .62 cents!
I’m grateful for lovely supportive commenters on my sappy post yesterday!
I’m grateful I woke up this morning, with a smile and a successful experiment in beauty products.
Have a great Wednesday my friends.
It starts with….you were an accident. We weren’t ready. I was too young. You were too difficult.
It proceeds to “I’m leaving your dad. I’m in love. Don’t you want me to be happy?”
It moves on to: if you don’t behave the way I want, go away.
Lose weight, or you are grounded.
You can throw that up…stick your finger down your throat….that’s what the models do.
Then it’s: too bad you are fat, you have a pretty face. I wish I still weighed 117 pounds. That was fat in my house.
Then we graduate to: you know that God doesn’t approve of that.
It peaks with being preached at graveside about why your mother couldn’t stand you.
Then, it is just a series of serial selfishness, and I realize that I’m falling into the same patterns over and over again.
I choose people knowing and expecting the rejection, and I think my behavior is setting me up for the repetitive behavior.
It’s time to break the pattern, cause this is dumb.
I’m looking forward to something better. I’m not going to stop until I find that something better.
My husband was so funny when I talked to him about this. He laughed and said, “I guess I was your one good decision”.
I love that man.
All the pain won’t be wasted.
Something really good is coming my way.