Passed Humanities degree
I’ve finally received my results for my 1st year, doing my Masters, in Creative writing.
PASS-with merit. I officially can use more random letters after my name — ha ha!
I am now in possession of a post-graduate certificate in the Arts and Humanities!
How’s this going to help me with what I won’t do?
I have a dream.
I do. 😀
One of my goals is to move back to France. They love people with diplomas. I hope to get a well paid job there. I need to book a trip to The French embassy later on this year. My husband has decided he is going to take on my surname and become a French national. He’s English!
He’s not only English, he is Northern, from West Yorkshire.
I feel so uneasy about my family not having a passport. My entire life, It was drummed into me to always have my passport (in date)in case, we moved countries.
Which we did- a lot!
Moving on . ( pun unintentionally intended :D)
What’s happening in my life?
Loads of shit- ha ha! as usual.
I’m doing better – I keep making a come back. Oh, life – you little tease!
Dare me to live.
Dare me to succeed!
MENTAL HEALTH UPDATE
Yeah, it’s been.
up and down,
up again ,
very up –
not quite sure
aargh why did that and that and that and ..
did I do that?
Those kind of moments, really.
Surely someone can relate?
Not happy about a medication increase in my anti depressant.
I don’t of any person who is on (high/ highest legal doses) of
Two anti psychotics
Two anti anxiety tablets,
and sleeping medication.
I know my health posse want the best for me.
I don’t bullshit them.
I tell if I’ve been using shit coping mechanisms, good ones. Thoughts ,feelings…
I made my psychiatrist laugh.
He offered me psychology therapy — again .
I was like:
‘Look Dr J, seriously every time I sign up to a pyschologist , they leave!’
All my psychologists have left me half way through doing whatever new pycho babble, current trend treatment , is used, to deal with folk such as myself.
One dude, fell asleep in a couple of our sessions.
So, I was like
‘ Listen, I know how to use CBT/DBT, I know how to communicate and talk. I know what keeps me well . I just want a cure’
Another laugh escapes from Dr J.
He is a legend.
A legend ? yes, but not a wizard 😦
He totally gets me and I feel I have a choice in medication changes etc..
I’ve asked to come off one of my meds because I don’t see the point of being on it. It hasn’t helped me.
These meds have affected my memory. I’m terrified of getting Dementia. I’ve been on (legal) tablets since I was 13/14 and I’ve never been off medication.
Talking about memory.
I’m using my creative outlets to start getting into the open mic poetry scene .
I love performing but my memory is really rubbish. I’m going to brave it by doing more live poetry next week. I’m excited. Nervous. It’s all good.
I have my final year of my MA to keep me — super occupied. There is a lot of work to do. For part of my thesis ( check me out)
I’m thinking of using my blog to interview creative folk who live in my community to talk about, their work, (durr!) Creativity and their mental health. My photographer mate is on board to take pictures. Some people have shown interest — yeah!
My heads occupied which is good.
How will doing this help me with my thesis and final work?
Well, I am going to use this year of discovery and research on the link between mental health and creativity as an alternative form of therapy to cope with life’s unpredictable moments.
Then I will have loads of inspiration to write a film script (120 minutes) on a character ,who , is thrown back into society after a long stint in mental /prison institutions , and who is looking to find him/herself and another way of being and expressing him/herself positively, in society.
The opening scene will kind of look like this
I have an ending – (a bit abstract at the moment) – saying there words:
‘I look around for the first time with clarity. And see I’m exactly where I need to be. Around the misfits. The beautiful misfits just like me.’
DAISY’S UN NAMED CHARACTER
It’s all early days and I still have 4 scripts to write, a critique and a character analysis on a famous playwright to do before the final chapter.
All in all. I’m alive, optimistic-ish, full of emotion, drive, passion , a pain in the ass but just doing my thing.
All terribly boring really… 😀
So, I am back!
I can’t commit daily to blogging but I have joined a group on Facebook.
Shout out to Gary @ fiction is food for adding me.
It’s a website for us!
BIG UP YOUR BLOG!
I’m a newbie, its good be around other bloggers again. I’m hoping it will keep me off Facebook and keep me connecting with people like yourself. People who use their time more productively. Doh, oh the irony.
One rant before I go : I wish people would stop leaving public posts about my appearance on my Facebook.
If you ever happen to read this
I know you are having a shit time dealing with your own weight issues. I’m well aware of mine. Please take a look at yourself. Look after yourself first. If you don’t – FUCK OFF!
That is a wrap. I know. Hilarious! ha ha!
Thank you so much for reading
Time to step out and live real life..
Catch up soon!
What’s everyone else doing with life? Blogging?
I’m genuinely curious to know.
Found: Inner Panacea
*only you can decide which oddities are worth keeping or eliminating some most definitely are worth keeping- the ones that make you feel alive keep- the ones that make you feel ugly and insignificant -discard*
TIP FOR A SENSE OF EMPOWERMENT:
Bonjour tristesse, I leave you without a second glance.
6hours to go until a new dawn greets me with its fiery dance.
No amount of Moons ago, could I foresaw this trip to such a bodacious planet.
Lavender dreams interrupted by the need for a bubble bath to cleanse my soul,
enrich my palate.
How it leaves me in stark clarity,
other daisies grow wildly in meadows.
2 am cleanse off- eliminate others’ unwanted worries and troubles.
Herbal tea infusions – a meet up with friends who know about life’s true haggles.
Comments intended to cut to the core.
Manage to lick-up one salty tear
begging for more.
A soul is awoken when it faces all directions.
Never blind yet always courageous to evoke dear affections.
Common goals shared by trolls made by the same finger pointing corporation
Pity those who continue to live not a decade but over half a century in miserable devastation.
Hot water filling a tub – a sauna to enlight.
You are “divorced”, a drama queen, I only wanted a shag.
It tickled your delight to dangle carrots when I was newly married
you are most certifiably unbecoming the state of inner jihad.
I’m having fun acting in a workshop.
That accent is dreadful I can sign you up for
electrocution elocution lessons.
Don’t mind me having a gas- the whole purpose of improvisation is to get involved.
Don’t use me as a pawn for fear of being put under your harsh self-imposed scrutiny.
You are ugly.
the biggest topic under dissection in a house full of self-confessed millionaires.
All those beatings, and Sangria holiday hangovers yet,
still, no permanent fix for happiness to last longer than a child’s joy at the penultimate of funfairs.
Three perfect lessons in all that is wrong not with me, but with others,
who can’t equate strength alongside vulnerability.
How can it be true that the two run side by side like rivers?
merging into one ocean of clear waters.
Confucianism arise in accountability.
No one can possess opposing characteristics!
She does not conform to why we hate her
so, now we must turn up the gas lighter
justify our vexes and vehemence to assure we are credible witnesses, to attest, this Red lettered calamity remains hidden,
In dead carcasses.
we shall honor you and remain her loyal Foe.
A few written words, at an ungodly hour.
I’ve never been one to conform to another with power.
Time is up, my bath tub is run.
Imagine it freestanding.
careless in an era where it is encouraged to be eccentrically unique. cartwheeling in a quest to not only live and work hard,
remember to have fun.
*inspired by toxic people.
Daisy, how can you just assume it’s other people who are toxic and not you?
Well, I say it takes one to know one.
I know how to be toxic, I’ve been toxic and I know how it feels to live away from toxic vibes and people. *
My True penny
I’m taking back my power.
I’ve got my ammo and my gun powder.
I’m not going to use it cos I’m more of a peace than a ‘fuck you -let’s bomb you to oblivion’ type of person.
I have realised that to allow someone who thinks nothing about me to have so much power to lure me into a paralysed state of persuasive perversion is:
True insanity. I have my true penny and that is what counts.
I pushed him away like a woman under attack – I pushed my lot away – until it formed blood clots on the insides – comparably sized to mounting a herd of elephants.
unwilling to be ridden- trunks raised up, irate – exploding in shouts.
I started to talk about what goes on in my head and my true penny told me that we all makeup scenarios in our minds, to make sense of the lives and situations we come across, in this world of an uncertain, never-ending skyline.
I thought I was losing it.
I thought I was obsessed.
Turns out my brain works out my issues based on characters and story lines and other shenanigans.
Crazy? maybe but creativity strokes the beat with a brush – I feel there is almost a genius to be found walking on this fine line.
Swastikas and Reds are not my idea of interior decorating.
Tearing down my walls.
One little Nazi’s thought is not going to make me come down to that kind of level.
I have my life.
I am the queen of my disco.
I have retro roller skates on .
The sun is my Disco ball. I’m on the rooftop, in the light-beaming under the rays.
Not hiding in the dark, under the influence,an imposter.
A star that can’t twinkle, dishevelled – so shady – a back turns away – It’s the one known as the blue devil.
We are on two separate paths – I notice the screams of a shaken baby.
A rattle spins across the floor – Dummy dribbled with garbled spit.
I guess mommy is right when she says: ‘You always want what you can’t have’
It’s not infatuation, love or anything like that – This baby is having a tantrum – she didn’t get what she wanted .
She didn’t even get a maybe.
I’m done slithering on my belly across damp floors. Waiting for the next Gestapo, soot-stained boot to squelch me.
Turn out my guts until, all you can see is the insides of me- a sore sight of limacine.
Phantom limb syndrome – I am back from the war of past, oppressive obsession.
Nightmares were all I had to grieve over.
I didn’t lose any limbs. Only my inner self- belief .
I’m a china teapot lady – I’m done trying to find happiness in a person who happily lives life drinking out of cups made of polystyrene .
The present is my greatest gift. I’m not wasting another second wishing on dreams that we can be friends.
My heart is my greatest ally and foe. It makes me work.
Dwarves getting their hoes to do all the work – chasing fairy dust , axe- picking fights with one another, to grow in a place under a roof of artificial light.
Genuine and melodic – true light – mountain breeze is the only place I will find a place to atone.
To make amends.
Let it go and go with the flow
I stand before the world smiling – unashamed – this is my show.
SHOUT OUTS AND AWARD NOMINATATONS TO FOLLOW
A Potion for Complicated Emotion.
Moving forwards is easy to say.
Doing it though is rather dreary and I must ask is their a fixed pay?
Moving forwards helps take you from the now into the future.
Isn’t that better than being stuck in some outdated timed out computer?
Moving on helps you reconnect with family and friends.
Who knew reaching out would receive such a variety of hugs and vocal extends.
Moving forwards to heal the heart.
Is not easy when some one has wormed a way in and jolted it to jump start.
Moving on is the only way to go .
Its hard, especially when the tears refuse to flow.
Moving on when you still want to shake hands with your past .
Sounds mad but the heart doesn’t come with a free pass..
Moving on and each day will create more distance.
Not exactly what I want but some other minds can’t be controlled by my persistence.
Moving on need not mean to forget;
but it allows a space for that person to come back when they are ready to let go of their demonised, imagined debt.
* LEARN AND CARRY ON LOVING. LIFE LESSONS*
I am trying to increase my word vocabulary so here goes: Use the word ‘selenotropism‘ in a sentence or phrase.
“My biological make up, dictates that I can’t fail ,for like a flower, even on the darkest of nights, the moon will still shine and guide me to a state of selenotropism” #wordoftheday
You would think.
Today I decided to write first and then check out Linda G Hills prompt for soCs and find a place for the word prompt in my poem. Feeling ungoverned..
She has got the whole world in the grasp of both hands.
You would think she would be parading about with a long procession of New Orlean’s bands.
She has got a future so bright, it sets off her aura .
You would think this would be enough to satisfy her disorder.
She truly has it all.
Master of her destiny.
You would think she would be concerned with the ones who see the best in her shabby malarky.
Rave reviews flying about her in great swirls.
Promises of a journey that makes every oyster want to be that part of a string of precious pearls.
She has got a future signed ,sealed and she has promised to deliver.
You would think one would satisfy her yearning for a sense of hedonistic pleasure.
You would think the world should have tamed her – no phoenix bird rising from the ashes to see here.
Yet, you see she is hungry , trapped , ogled at and even lustier.
There she goes strutting about like she has it made.
What goes through her mind would probably make her appear better suited to a romp with the Marqui de sade
There is a darkness in her that can’t be expelled
I suspect she has tried to,
but she is constantly compelled.
Driven , fierce, ambitious and demanding to be heard.
She is that raven , gnawing at its cage with ideas of Freedom that can only come from the smartest bird.
When will she feel her soul dripping in honey?
She knows it is not about the money.
She can make a difference -she has already stoked fury from her silenced foes.
Look at her!
How she always comes up smelling of Roses?!
She always comes up the winner in the race of life’s woes.
Pleasure her and watch her laugh – she will make you seem like the only light in her dark.
You will feel her undivided attention and you will feel you have been counted and made your mark.
She is conflicted
Mystified by her own maledictions.
She still thinks about singing out her unpatriotic defections.
Twinkle Twinkle little star.
She is what she is,
as much as you are who you are.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “long.” Use the word “long,” any definition. Enjoy!
Daisy is a sentient “monster”.
We all have to start somewhere to get to somewhere else right?
A year of volunteering and training done so far and all of the effort has been 100% worth it.
So, today I am very proud to say I successfully helped to put together a Mental health awareness workshop and co -facilitate it.
I felt so at home. I felt the most comfortable I have ever been. I’ve helped out with a few workshops before but this was like my mini baby step to doing something I didn’t think I could do.
‘Be your greatest cheerleader – nobody else is likely too.’
Upon reflection I realised we still have a long way to go to reduce and breakdown Stigma against Mental health issues in our community and society.
I stick by my rule of always being authentic. I have nothing to hide. The more I shared, the more I felt I connected with other people.
People opened up and it was awesome to observe this.
We all have mental health and I discovered a lot of people have similar issues. We deal with them in different ways and some can have more extreme ways of coping than others or vice versa.
I’m on a roll here . ha ha
I know what you are thinking. Just let me have this moment? Please!
United, we can break down the stigma attached to mental health and address the issue properly.
We all have a mind and a body -so no one- unless a person defines themselves as an actual (not metaphorical) robot- is susceptible to having Positive mental health and Negative mental health over the course of a life time.
Why do we feel ashamed to be labelled? We quite happily wear labels like Prada , Gucci, Matalan , doctor , chef , cleaner, politician ?
I don’t have any shame in what I have done or what I have been through. I have so much respect for the people I meet here and in the real world.
I am truly on a mission.
Perfection is unattainable!
We need to leave that with the Romans.
Look to the future .
Even better pause and take time to enjoy the moment. Look around you and be happy with what you have.
Don’t read beauty magazines or buy into the celeb media market.
Pick up a book and expand your mind. Take pictures. Paint, draw, act. Get creative.
I have recently found out that a lot of people Photoshop ( I mean really Photoshop) their social media images.
No wonder I don’t recognise people when I am out and about in the big wide world.
I am kind of joking . 😀
I do day dream when I am out and about.
I always have a million things going on in my head.
Not everyone does this Photoshop thing but to know that people do, just made my jaw drop.
So I am going to stick with being real. It seems to be working.
I can smile at strangers in the street and they smile back.
We are all human.
We need food, exercise ,sleep, a toilet……. Can you see where I am going with this?
That’s it for now.
I did it.
We did it.
Totally motivated and ready to break down stigma.
My mantra is:
‘I am successful at whatever I do.’
no matter if that means getting out of bed or getting my degree.
I’ve been looking forward to this letter. T is awesome becasue I get to tell you all about my firstborn, Bengal- Tatiana .Or Miss Tatiana as she is known in the family.
I’ve always had cats as family when I was growing up. I moved into a new home in 2009, started uni, again, straight out of another Eating Disorder clinic. I couldn’t take my Mocha with me to my new home.
Mocha was a black oriental Siamese my Uncle bought me for my 15th birthday in South Africa. She grew up with my Mom’s lilac point Siamese ,Lilac ( lee-lah) .. They came everywhere with us -no matter where moved to -South Africa,France, Miami and the U.K.
It would have been cruel to separate the two mates so I spent a long time researching breeders because I had read up about Bengals and how affectionate and playful and smart they were .I was lonely and manic -not taking my medication.
I came across what I can now look back on as a not legitimate breeder that were selling kittens and adults at a price cheaper than other breeders. It took ‘ two taxis and two trains to get to this town.
I told my Ma I was setting off to get Miss Tatiana. It was would have been close to midnight by the time I met her. My Ma knew I was hyper and she ended up coming with me to make sure I didn’t do anything else crazy.
I got to the breeder and it was clean but for whatever reason they must of being doing something illegal as they were very quick to drop the argument we started having when she tried to sell me an adult cat. I demanded to see the kittens and I saw one kitten ,so tiny, only 7 weeks. I picked her up.
She jumped out of my arms and bumped her nose, she was bleeding. I was crying. My ma and the breeder tried to calm me down. I knew straight away that Miss Tatiana was coming back home with me.
She spent the first few years with all my attention on her. I would take her everywhere with me. Any place that someone said I could. I would. She didn’t like any men I brought home. She would wait until she saw a big toe sticking out the bedspread and she would attack my potential/short lived boyfriends.
I found it hysterical. I know. -a total crazy cat lady. Bengals play hard and they draw blood. She has massacred my arms over the years.
I feel so bad for what I put her through with my ex. She used to growl at him. She wouldn’t leave my side. One night he left her out ( he denies this), I tried to find her everywhere, I heard her mewing and found her on the other side of the wall,lost and full of blood, by a wild patch of trees and these scratchy plants and woody area. I don’t know what you call it but I was in such a state and so was she.
When I was addicted to laxatives she would keep me company in the bathroom while I purged myself – me almost always in agony. I was taking 100 laxatives a day up until 2009.
She loves to pretend my arm is a tree and she lazes on it like some jungle cat lazing on a branch and if I dare move -I get bit.
I have a high pain tolerance threshold so we must be a perfect match 😀
When my Bella Bee was born Tatiana didn’t know what to make of her. She became very jealous. Then with all the drama with my ex and my increasingly poor mental health –that night happened and the ex accused me of shaking my 12-week old daughter on the 13th December 2011. I didn’t for the record.
The 16-month battle to get my daughter back out of foster care meant Tatiana had me all to herself again.
When the ex finally walked away with his tail between his legs and social services could see I could look after my daughter on my own -full time. The care order was lifted- my 12-week old daughter who I was only allowed to visit for 10 hours a week was suddenly a 16-month-old toddler living back at home- full time. I had a lot of catching up to do and learn how to be a full-time Mom.I guess I neglected Tatiana for a bit. I emotionally neglected her. I had to,
For a full year and a half Tatiana started weeing near the sofa . It got so bad me and my hubby to be started arguing. It put a lot of strain on the relationship. We spent hundreds of pounds trying to solve the problem.
I started giving her more attention but it was hard to always want to be loving because she was peeing everywhere. She even pissed on the kitchen counter a few times. She went from sleeping with us and being best buds with my partner, to hating him and running away from him and even me.
I couldn’t give her up. I couldn’t bare to.
G knew I would never give her up so he stuck by me and we worked on trying to sort out Tat’s behaviour.
She was spending her evenings and times we went out in the kitchen or outside. It was not an ideal situation but what more could we do?
I finally had to seriously think about her happiness and I thought maybe she would be happier in another home. My G came up with an idea to close the living room door at night so she couldn’t go and wee there at night.
IT WORKED! She has never done her business upstairs and I think she liked this set up because she wasn’t harassed by me or usually my partner to wake her from her slumber in my daughters bed,and to be put in the special basket we had made for her in the kitchen.
Tatiana has finally forgiven me. We have a routine in the morning where I play with her while I make the bed and she spends more time with me.
Sometimes she even sleeps with me. She hates to be ignored so if we have been out or she has, she usually has lots to tell us and I stop what I am doing and give her my time.
I finally have both my babies back. She has a love -hate relationship with Bella Bee but I think she is coming round to the idea the even though she hates being read to by my Bella or be harassed for a RSVP to some tea party my Bella Bee has arranged ,she kind of likes the cuddles she gets from her.
She has once again become my friend in the bathroom – especially when I have a bath. She loves water. I’ve caught her wading in a pouring bath tub on many occasions.
I wish I had done more research on how to look after her kind before. I did what so many other people do. Fall in love with her beauty and I didn’t swot up on what her kind of breed needed to feel 100% loved and secured.
I’ve learnt my lesson. The main point is we are a family again and the story has a happy ending.
Mama cat – the cat’s miaaaaaaaaoooowwwwwww
So here is me thinking I have caught up with everyone. I’m just about to get cozy and finish reading ‘I am Pilgrim’ and I decide to have a quick peek at my emails and I find this comment in my ‘Daisy in the Willows welcome page.
Hello! I just wanted you to know i adore your blog and so I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award. Here’s the link to mine, it has the rules included. https://crazycatmamablog.wordpress.com/2016/04/17/nominated-for-a-liebster-award/
I hope you’ll be able to accept, enjoy!
I can’t accept . I’ve been nominated a few times now but what I can do is give a massive shout out for my fellow cat loving friend and share this clip of me playing with my Miss Tatiana this morning. I think CAT MAMA (OWNED BY THREE CATS) will appreciate this.
THANK YOU FOR THINKING ABOUT ME!
Hope this makes up for the nomination xx
So what do you know?
The globe is spinning and spinning. Will it ever Stop? Where are we stopping of today?
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: KEEP YOUR MIND ACTIVE
TRADITION: SARASWATI DAY
DATE: EVERY 210 DAYS ON THE LAST DAY OF THE BALINESE PAWUKON CALENDAR ,
I thought this would be a really affirming post. A lot has been going on with my family and their own health and it has got me thinking and researching.
One big worry of mine is that Cancer, mental illness , Eating disorders, addictions ( mental illness) and Dementia runs in the family.
Imagine from today never learning another thing.
Nada. squat. Ziltch. Zeeeeeeroh!
Not how to wash your fabrics on delicate
Or why you should feed your cat only dry food
Understand more about global war, refugees
Learn things your partner loves
With science being as advanced as it is:Imagine not bothering to find out how or if there is a way to stop or help prevent the off set of illness?
That pink -wormy looking thing in our head is meant to be stimulated. I know! I give myself head massages when I wash my hair. My brain knows there is a bit of TLC going on and it basks in it like ( awful simile) a lion who has found and claimed the perfect sunshine trap- belly full and fed. .
You know that saying ‘Smoking stunts your growth’ ?
Well, boredom and and lack of learning stunts our growth too.
The Balinese Hindu’s wholly acknowledge the value and gift that us humans have;
the capacity to learn.
Some of this is denied to us when we become ill for whatever reason.
There is this Goddess called Saraswati– who knows the secret of learning and knowledge and creativity. Every 6 months the Balinese Hindu’s pay homage to her .
They all get together to party and appreciate our unique ability to learn. Even if you are like me who has had to hit my head dozens of times before I learn.
We can do it.
We must do it.
Children and their teachers don their best outfits.They go in to learning temples or schools, surround them selves with books and gifts of flowers and special incense and pray for wisdom.
Ironically, these lovely people, are not usually encouraged to read, learn or study on this day but that doesn’t matter because this secret to happiness shows us there are NO boundaries to how we acquire knowledge. You don’t have to go on an enlightenment path of the soul.
Read a book – Danielle Steele , Ovid -whoever – but do it, there are loads of free on-line courses you can do or if you want check out what is going on in the community.
Learn something new.
My Nan is a huge inspiration for teaching me the power of learning. My Ma is a great teacher of making sure I always have a plan B.
Both require a commitment to learning.
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: Commitment ( there is that word again) . commit to a life always ready to learn and like a fish in a gold fish bowl – your mind will figure out a way to leap into a bigger and more expansive gold fish bowl.
You want an opportunity?
well you have one.
Its free. You are most welcome 🙂
Stumble across new interests,develop new skills, what was that you used to play the piano, flute or paint or some other innate talent you may not even know you posses?
Ask yourself: Can I think of the last time I really relished in the delight of a new discovery?
The globe is spinning and spinning and spinning . Where will we stop off today to find some secret global happiness?
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: BALANCE AND MODERATE YOUR LIFE AND BE FLEXIBLE
TRADITION : OBANGSAEK (TRADITIONAL FIVE COLOURS IN HARMONY)
DATE: EVERYDAY 🙂
CELEBRATED IN : KOREA
I had a hell of a weekend. I don’t know how I got through Monday but I did.
YAY! I’m still alive.
Not enough hours in a day to do all the things I want. And I want to do A LOT. I’m sure I am not alone.
Who doesn’t feel a bit unbalanced these day?
We have our children and family duties
Work obligations and commitments/ volunteering
Organising weddings and holidays
Planning and working on our goals
finding time to take out the time to blog and find a balance and catch up on blogs
Scream at incompetent professionals who can’t get a medication change right
Find time to eat
find time to read all those cool books we buy
find time to exercise
It goes on and on and on…..
I don’t know about you but it feels like I work way more than I play.
I love to play. I feel like I am missing out on so much.
Doesn’t this image below make you want to down tools for the day and release that goofy inner child of yours?
Getting out is more of a privilege. The computer is our master. I’m starting my first out of four day training on co-facilitating support groups today.
I’m amped – it’s going to be a long one today and Wednesday too -10-4pm. I usually run home, exercise and then hit the blogging world. Oh but what about my family?
Any western personal growth guru worth his chakras, will dictate how important self care is.
Seeking harmony through balance has been ‘a la mode’ for longer than most of the top western gurus ages combined.
Cultures across Asia believe that the five elements
are the energy filled building blocks of the universe.
In Korea – the obansaek (traditional five colours)There are five colors – known as ‘O-Bang (meaning ‘five direction’) Saek (meaning ‘color’) – which are considered especially significant
.These five colors are blue, red, white, black, and yellow. You will find these colors to be prominent in ‘Hanbok’ (Korean traditional attire), Korean paintings, musical instruments and festivals, architecture, flags and traditional symbols, and of course – Korean food!
These five colours and elements correspond to to our five basic tastes
This seem to be turning in to a food blog post -not my domain at all….
There is a point to all of this – bare with me , PLEASE!
So, what the Koreans cooks do is balance all these components into one dish, which they believe creates harmony in both colour and taste. This helps them draw power and promotes happiness and health.
Of course not all of us,( me included ) wants to spend hours cutting carrots and other colourful vegetables as a meditative exercise.
I don’t think there would be any food left if I was left to the chopping and cooking,in all honesty.
How boring is peeling potatoes? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz already snooozing thinking about it.
I’m not going to get stuck with the tear gas –
here you can have the onion 😀
The question to ask yourself is:
Which elements in your life do you consider to be out of sync?
Do you spend most of your time on your career and neglect your family?
Do you do a sterling job on improving your physical health but neglect the spiritual health side of your life?
The message is simple: There is a lesson to be learned here.
I AM PAYING FULL ATTENTION BECAUSE I REALLY NEED TO FIND BALANCE
Maybe we can learn a big lesson about this colourful cuisine..
By simply mixing it (food) up more equally can be a beautiful thing; not only pleasing on the eye but enough to feed the soul and nurture more balanced and harmonious experiences.
catch up with you all later 🙂 have an epic Tuesday
One response to “Balance”
you can keep the onion, i’ll give you a rose 🌷