Saw this today. Alas this is true, I wish for strength in both elements of life.
Art – Not just the painting perfectly placed on a wall. Art is that wall, that Graffiti, Me, You, Us.
Freedom – Not just the feeling of those chains and shackles being lifted. It is the feeling of being able to be yourself. The roles and expectations of others no longer matter, nor should they ever. Freedom is finally being able to say Fuck you, and breathe..all in one go.
Spirit – Not just your inner feelings. But the spirit of your ancestors guiding you. Calling you onwards, whispering in your ear. The ancestors before you, they parted the way so that you can.
Me – Not just a woman. Not just a Mother, not just a domestic maid, not just there to stroke an ego. I am a writer, a lover of Art, a lover of me. I forgot me. She came back.
As usual I celebrate with a wonderful selection of finger sandwiches, tea, and cakes….oh and of course the Champagne.
How to not stare at the person in front of you (and they do not think you are mad)
Now you may think that this is easy, most of us are able pull out some technical device to save us from a fate worse than death. I am here to tell you, it is in fact not.
In my 20s I was always out doing something or being around someone’s house. It was like I was some kind of lizard tasting the outside air with my tongue. Oh how things have so changed, you are more likely to find me enjoying cosy evenings, TV or YouTube, a movie or just the Internet (which is my idea of bliss).
I started to believe I was becoming a bit of a recluse. I knew I wasn’t, I just enjoyed my own little cosy existence. I wondered if it was because I didn’t enjoy the ‘norm’ anymore, or maybe I allowed my own selfish pursuits to take over. I felt like (and still do) I was desperately trying to break out of an imaginary mould. A mould set by my parents, family, and peers. A mould of expectations, culture, norms and values passed down by flawed ancestors to a flawed individual.
I am really loving monochrome at the moment. Actually I am lying ..it has not been just for the ‘moment’. The love for all things monochrome has been with me for quite a while.
Loving this Grey and blush pink look.
It is really nice to relax and take time out of our busy days. Life is such a rush, our days go by so quickly. As a busy Mum I found juggling work and other pursuits exhausting.
I stopped caring about catching that train
If you know me or are privy to my FB page you would have seen my rants. The rants consisted of me verbally abusing the Southern Rail Network . For some reason or another this particular train network didn’t like taking people to work (myself included). As we enter into 2017 I have decided to not care about them. I decided not to waste my usually boring FB posts on the whole sad situation. I concluded that I had far more pressing things to worry about. I would not waste my precious time on a waste of space train network.
My name is Alison I am a Christian, I have faith and I was told to ‘turn the other cheek’.Over the last few months, I have struggled with turning my perfectly made up and highlighted cheek any other way but straight ahead. I decided that my anger and defiance enabled me to look straight ahead and lock my situation straight in the eye.
I realised that this went against everything I had been told or even believed but I am angry, wronged, and full of rage. Maybe you are reading this and wondering, maybe you are not. All I can tell you is that I am angry, I am human and I will deal with it.