Tag: The Semianry Of Praying Mantis

Wrinkles

Continuity of Life

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We sure don’t live in an age-friendly culture—unless, of course, you count the new trend of “ageless” skincare products! Let’s be honest, aging has us all a bit on edge. But imagine if we treated our elders likewise wizards instead of just folks with more wrinkles than a shar-pei dog! If we could see beyond those laugh lines, we might discover a treasured trove of character, humor, and love that comes only after decades of bonding over the endless punker stories and bad tattoos!

If we make it to forty this is when we realize that we are not getting any younger.

Then if we don’t fight it, we can review our life, a recapitulation, a spiraling around and looking at life. Looking at the continuity of life is so important.

For me it is also looking at friends in my life. Why do some endure with time and others fade away? Then there are the friends that come up from the past to surprise me with complete joy. This is freedom for me… to have friends that take me for who I am without judgments, conditions, or prejudices about how I look on the outside.

I see joy also in the sun, moon, stars, and cosmos as a consistency that life will go on some way or another.

My Poem of Age…

Rosemary and purple flowers

Laugh at me and show me your mockery!

My heart will endure regardless of your callousness.

Moon hides from me behind the clouds

As if you do not know I am here

I will still drink my beer and enjoy its bubbles.

Water makes my feet too cold

Freeze me with your flowing gossip

I will dry you off with a clean rough towel

Tossing you in the washer to be cleaned.

Fire dancing warm as red, purple, and orange

Burn my body after I die

Ash I once was and ash I will become again

My spirit will forgive you all

It is continually young.

The Wise Ones: Stencil Relief by Hudley Flipside

 

Longs days of August..

“If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

VW Station Wagon Oceanside 2013 by Hudley
VW Station Wagon Oceanside 2013 by Hudley

Talking is not my cup of tea. I drink beer to help me to be more social. To loosen my intense ego from my reflective brain. Beer is a good way to loosen up and talk.

I was told recently that beer, and the process of making beer, contains an evil spirit… I almost broke out with a laughter that would have showed how possessed I was…

I talk best by writing. Good writing contains threads and archetypes that echo real-life. I love reading autobiographies and embellished non-fiction stories.

Mythologies and fairy tales reach to the heart of a great mystery. This is why I started this blog. To work on writing and to tell my story. To not listen to the bullies in my head that come my way saying:

“You are not good enough to write”

I do it anyway.

“You are lousy at spelling”

I do it anyway.

“Your grammar sucks.”

I do it anyway.

“You will be laughed at and people will hate what you say.”

I do it anyway.

Writing a book or a blog just for ego acknowledgement is not my motive here. I want to inspire. I am inspired by others and by life. I want to remember and reach deep down and pull out something that matters… that is real.

I am happiest when I am writing. It would be a good thing to be able to make some money doing it.

Some are quick to write and come out with a book, I am very slow about it.  It is the dreaming, writing and being in the process…that inspires me. I have found from past experience that completion sometimes is not always as joyous or good as the process.  Being lost in writing a story, creating a piece of art, or creating something in general is my cup of tea!!

Daily Prompt: Origin Story