When I was young I used to be scared of Pigeons, maybe because a family member who will remain nameless (;0)… scattered bird seeds onto the top of my head in the middle of Trafalgar Square; where half of the world’s pigeons ‘hang out’, and my skull got pecked to buggery by about 15 of the swine’s!
English: London: Trafalgar square
Anyhoo, now that I’m a big girl, I’m kinda in love with birds, and in particular…Pigeons
1. I love the way they shoot their heads back and forth (horizontal like) when they walk around
2. When I look at the skinny-ness of their legs, I’m baffled at the miracle that is –
‘A pigeon walking’…
How those little sticks support the weight of their well rounded selves, I just don’t know!
3. Their beady little eyes come in 3rd
And that is pretty much it…Not a lot to go on, but these 3 little things make me love them. I often stop in the street to watch in wonderment, if I see one strutting his/her stuff! Check out this little chap in action, and next time you’re in need of witnessing a miracle…Remember to look at those matchstick legs and the rules of physics and mass! They defy all logic, which renders their ability to walk, firmly in the ‘magical and miraculous’ arena of life
Just a thought – Maybe their legs are prone to successfully holding them up, because they are knee-less!
Upon further inspection, it looks like they have knees in their upper thighs! Go Figure 😉
When I was little, my Mum told me over and over that all she ever wanted me to be – was happy
I went through a phase of wishing that instead, she had told me she wanted me to chase my dreams.
Then I learnt some lessons, gained some knowledge, and experienced an awakening inside me…of ‘God’ and of ‘Spirituality’. It produced a feeling so far past perfection, there are no words to describe it, no words to do justice to the moment, no route out of it, or away from it. I sobbed tears of pure joy…This moment alone, made me what I am, and made my life somehow, already complete
If I go back a bit in time; I spent some years in the rat race, until illness took me out of it; and before I felt that feeling, I was struggling to keep up with the rest of the world, failing miserably and marching towards finishing my degree and getting a ‘good job’. Thinking I’d be happy if I could just get those 2 things ‘sorted’.
But; back to that feeling…It was love, unity, peace and maybe just maybe, it was a brief moment spent in the spandangly wonder that is the ‘One-ness’. For that moment, the upper level of the experience was perfection in its purest form…and the under current was a safe and warm message that ‘everything is OK’ Read the rest of this entry
I’m mildly miffed about turning 34!
4’s are not aesthetically pleasing to my eyeballs
This got me thinking about the rest of the numbers… I only like the look and feel of 1,2 and 3!
And this knowledge has rippled out…causing ‘major miffage’!!! I realised with abject horror that I’ve used up all my combo’s of 1,2 and 3 … FOREVER!!!!
Never again will I be 11, 12, 13, 21, 22, 23, 31, 32 or the ultra spandangly 33
(unless I make it to 100+, which is both highly unlikely and quite frankly, dread inducing)
For the rest of my life I’m gonna be a unpretty age! I particularly dislike the look of 6 and 8…If you know me on my 68th birthday, you should avoid me, as I will have number induced moodiness of the highest order! Read the rest of this entry
A couple of years ago, I came out of my shrinks office into the waiting area, and I saw this poem on the wall. Unfortunately I cannot give credit to the author ‘cos I can’t make out the name. I was on lithium at the time (a mood stabiliser)- which doesn’t make you shake; it makes you rattle!… So; it took about 8 attempts to get a photo with words just clear enough to read, and it sits by the side of my bed. When I’m ‘blue’ it reminds me of the beauty we are surrounded by, and the peace to be found within nature…So with thanks to the unknown wibbly author…I hope he/she doesn’t mind me sharing this beautiful poem for you to enjoy!
Man has taken for granted too long, the beauty of the planet he dwells upon
Never become complacent with nature
The spirit communes in awe
To be surrounded by its energy calms the most troubled of souls
Mountains, forests, endless skies and wilderness
The Earth, the Sun, Moon and Stars
Every Human spirit, however tainted lost or corrupt
Can be made complete.
Even the lowliest misanthrope.