DEPRESSION ~ Starts 2018

The Spur needs you! Sales have fallen because one, white, badly behaved human was banned from Spur. Rightwingers have chosen to boycott The Spur. Come on! Are we now supporting abuse against waiters, women and black people. So, calling on all South Africans of all colours, make Spur your spot. Save our Spurs from the obscene abusive and racist humans who now theaten the jobs of waiters, cooks and and and - not to mention my meeting  strangers spot. Let's all show rightwingers we are not amused.  Let's have coffee and cake and fabulous food. My favourite is Long Beach Mall Spur. I am counting on you all, South Africa!!! Love and Light.

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For some reason the world is quieter when everyone's lights are out. I can actually hear crickets tonight. Cars flash past on the main rood a block away, but not too many. The dogs are all quiet as well. My home has a soft look to it with just candles for light. The news of the week has been... Something I have been keeping track of is how many times Facebook gets bad mouthed by news anchors, (I can only speak of CNN since that's all I see), perhaps inadvertently, but if you tag it, you can't help but feel there is a move afoot to get rid of Facebook.  Someone wrote somewhere urging us to remove facebook from our devices.  Why? It is our voices/choices. It is one place we can speak, not always gracefully, I will admit, but then we are not always graceful anyway.  It does hold us accountable.  Woe to those who go bananas with their unthought out sentences in a flush of emotion. "Off with your head!" Someone will almost say and mean it. I have just watc...

The Cat, called, simply that sits, literally, on the mat. She meows up a treat more interested in meat. digs holes in my old legs rubs against the rail's pegs and a garden gnome is her love at home. She just needs a little bell, but it will be a hard sell. The sea is calm again today. No wind to toss and sway the tall palm tree down the way. Seagulls are gulling I'm sitting here mulling about the future culling of things I never would; I've attracted old and new wood that when polished smells so good. Downsizing isn't quite it. Letting go of just a little bit of clothes that still sit on the shelves untouched. It's not a job one can rush. There's even movies unwatched. I bet there are millions who would say "I wish I had your problems." Anyway ... The gulls have found supper today. While Granny hides chocolates away. Love and Light.

Nice little words. Simple as turds, occupy my day inbetween the big words I pray. Scrabble is it you see and the spelling be bee bea? was the thing you left me for and another wet faraway shore. Clearly it offended me some since it's what I do with none but myself to beat; it's harder. I'm smarter. One has to start somewhere I guess to water the mind and grow less slowly,  before moving out of mess into the Light and Love of the Divine. One can't go back, it is written in books, bigger than all the others with smart hooks albeit covered in colourful and happy looks. Onwards and upwards we must go, as eagles. Lessons learned. Hearts burned. Heads turned. Onwards and upwards is our way. Happy Day, my lovelies. Love and Light.

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Monday comes and goes sometimes stepping on my toes, but always with a bit joy to toast and eat with real butter and red jam. The traffic plays nicer than in heat Everyone's happy to be beat to the front on the narrowing street, while AM2 567 talks about John Major. Hot water bottles are best for lying in the nest forgetting for a while, the test watching movies with nice songs. "They is my family they may be crazy but they are mine..." Love and Light

Writing has been difficult of late,  but my juices turned into ample spit  enough to swallow a pill. Laughing. The pink and white pills keep me sane.  While my words play games in my brain. But, at least, an absence of vicious pain. I travelled on-and-on with wonder, Through white flashings and thunder, With one thing and then some other. Sometimes a sharp kick from a blunder, Throws my coffee cup and stuff asunder This has been a busy round of summer. I've floundered beneath my many pillows Trying to ignore life's peccadilloes. It's a rough bout with invisible foes.  I've painted pictures in my head and pondered books I have read, and read. All this while lying quite still in my bed. Laughing, Love and Light

I was driving along a winding road just after the official midday sun when I started singing, "Jesus loves me this I know, 'cos the Bible tells me so.." I am blessed to know, also, because I have miracle after miracle and blessing after blessing. I am back in bed trying not to get too sick to ...  My favourite place is home and I am home and it is just lovely because my glass chimes, although in a very protected spot, are chiming in the December wind. One of my bucket list items is likely to be completed soon enough.  I shall tell you more about that when it happens.  I am quite excited at the prospect. Today I told stories about dancing and my love for steel factories and steel and men who work with all that.  Today I held the little girl; she was so happy to see me. Today I bought four new pencils. Today the sun is shining and the sky is blue.  My window is clean again and I can keep tabs on my tree and life in it.  My plants bloom ever on and I...

https://youtu.be/synJSNIJ8QE   ( link to the title of this)    Interesting fact. I drove an ordinary Hilman Vogue back in the late-ish seventies. Used the same filling station every week. Creature of habit. I knew the attendants. They certainly knew me. Good service. Friendly. Lovely people. Africans. Love them. All good. My friend Doug has a clapped out Merc, holding on by the golden thread that love is, through menopause and breathlessness - exhaust fumes will do that to you. "I'm going home to Australia for the holidays. Will you drive the old girl for me?" "Gosh. Really? Its a big car. Do you trust me? (I am an undiagnosed weirdo who smokes non stop and is skittish in a good situation). "She is easy to drive. She just needs to go for a run every day to keep going." I think of an old race horse.  "Okay..." I am freaked out, but he is my best friend - the only friend to be honest, the only man who respects my friendshi...

One gets one life. One gets one shot at this life. One imagines time is a slow thing. One dreams of many things. I have been lucky. I have done all the things on my theoretical bucket list, which was a surprise;  all I did was dream about doing these things. I never saved a dime towards all my travels. I just managed to find it possible from time to time. The Universe does truly conspire to grant you the desires of one's heart. The conscious ones and those we don't even imagine we desire. Onism. A lovely word from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. "I passed through it once (planet earth), but I've never really been there."  As the Gregorian calender flips over and on with 2019 looming ahead, there is little comfort to go around and less cheer and joy in the world. If I had known, like really consciously known, not that surface stuff that fools you some, that I could have had the desires of my heart fulfilled, and if I had any brains, I would have been...

https://pin.it/7z7kaoedz2kge7 I love Love. And Keats is so full of it. I wonder who he is now... The day begins with holding hands. My "monster" looking large hand is held by a tiny old, skin and bone tiny hand. It is such a tender thing.  I can't help weeping. Why, I wonder, is it so hard for us to break free from our shells and love?  Why does the Higher Self only slide up and out in our last days? How long are our last days?                            "I love you." That is our final sentence, if we are fortunate enough to be conscious. My grandmother could not speak.  My Father could only say it with his eyes and my mother, bless her heart, said it often, not knowing who she said it to. But she said it. That is all that matters. Dearest Mommy, If you can hear me, I love you too. I will choose you again, and love you better next ...

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I am a little surprised that I can be so wrong.  Here's the thing, I thought I would know Denzel Washington's voice when I hear it.  I don't! I started watching The Rainmaker, again, because I can.  I can't remember the story or who acts in it, but I remember I loved it.   So I am busy reformatting the page here, and the movie begins, and I could have sworn it was Denzel Washington speaking. I smiled.  I do like him.  I can listen and carry on here, but then I click back to the movie.  It is not Denzel Washington.  Just goes to show how wrong one can be, and be quite sure about it too, Matt Damon, not Denzel Washington. Joke. Difference between a "lady" and a lawyer, the lady will stop "extortion" after you are dead. It's not funny, because it is not really true, and it is funny because even when you are dead you have to pay for stuff on earth and some in the afterlife.  "Death and taxes," Cause and effect. For your edificati...

Ah! Technology. From my phone. The Retreat is too short, but the blessing of evening and morning prayers is beyond explanation to the worldly ear.  The point in the heart... is reached. The silence we all commit to brings a heightened sense of the Divine Presence.  Already my heart is responding with fullness again.  How much the world's noise and chaos robs us of watching, wating and welcoming. When we are told to guard our hearts we don't really know how.  A time out, a still quiet time in space, be it by the sea, in a study or on a mountain side where the wind and the sun give gifts of holiness, if we are open to receive, is all we need daily to renew and restore our being. This morning I found a holy tree.  I picked grasses as I did with my grandmother as a child, as I did with my children and keep them safe in my note book.  I was given a pressed, 4 leaf clover, from Italy, by my room mate. Gifts of the Spirit. I am soaking up the sounds of Lati...

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I can't resist the bookshop.  It has taken the library's place.  Three copies of Jordan Peterson's book lie on the shelf with a slight discount.  I bought them all.  Why not?  Someone is going to need to read it before long. I am poised to go off into a spiritual retreat where I shall cleanse my soul, uplift my soul and come out rising on the wings of eagles, I think HaShem missed Job, so He created me.   That's okay. I'm down with Job.  I have the patience of Job and his bloody opponent, dogging my heels, but no matter.  I cling to the Creator. For future reference, my eyes are bad and I sometimes plonk in a comma when I mean a period, and sometimes, for safe measure, I give you both.  My dyslexia prevents me from picking it up when I write in the lamplight, which is not great, but my autism doesn't like bright lights.  It is what it is. Giving everything over to HaShem is, or can be, difficult.  I have good moments ...

Back in the madding "old days" when we wore mini skirts one minute and got thin as sticks and the next we hid our fine bone structures under midi's until denim saved us all, I was a fashion buyer for Garlicks. It was my favourite job.  I fell in love with the whole business of Garlicks. Hat departments, gloves, stockings, scarves and bags, the glorious showroom with lah-di-dah ladies wear and a restaurant with fine food for lunch. I smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes, with a filter, by then, having given up the Texan plain after spitting out fragments of tobacco and ripping the skin off half my lips often enough.   I could not get used to smoking. It was hard. I hated the smell and the taste, but damn, I thought it looked cool, so I went on and on until I found Lucky Strike.  Bob's your uncle we used to say.  By then I could drink whiskey too, neat, and leave Rhodesians under the table after a challenge.  I was so stressed that it didn't touch sides. ...