a rather wordy statement on normal

Some of us have a narrow perspective of normal, our need for control and understanding might place our view of normal into a  little box, and when we meet people who do not fit into our defined box, our instincts kick in, we don’t approve of what we see.  We do not like different.  The disdain we send out affect others, ourselves.  By creating a harsh, overstated, rigid view of normal, we also create a harsh rigid environment, one that cracks open when confronted with a very definite deviation.

Judgement not only extends to others, but also to ourselves, sometimes, often times, we find within our soul a need to be other people’s normal, for whatever reason, in response to whatever cultural beliefs.  In being other’s normal, we stop being ourselves, we hinder our own up- dance to imagination, and belief.

So, for today….let’s redfine normal, let’s be ourselves.  Give it a try.

 

 

“If you need to feel normal, you could look at it this way; You’re a normal what-ever-you-are. I’d say you’re the best what-ever-you-are, but then there’s always room for improvement, right?

(Charles De Lint…  The Painted Boy)

Memories

   My friend from high school, Irene is a major proponent of memories, Irene was the most awesome girl I knew back then, she introduced me to LIFE.  She did things, knew people, and although she had her own problems, she continued to grow and live.  I missed Irene, and am so happy to have her back in my life through the medium of social networking. Reading her posts, looking at her pictures, I understand the full, active , and most important honored life she has lived.

I am part of a facebook page, postings of memories from people from my home town.  Reading them, I have an opportunity to remember my own past and in that way, reconnect with the little girl that left home in a head long rush towards freedom.  I love having the memories. Mine have not been so complete.  Memories can heal. After over four decades of forgetting, it is wonderful to begin to regain them.

Here are a few of my own;

The town square and stuffing myself on watermelon during watermelon days. and the best carnival a child ever did attend.

An easter egg hunt downtown, I won a silver dollar in a pink plastic box from Doctor Byram’s office.

My more than pitiable attempt at archery down by the old elementary, ( also remember a bad experiment with copper tone that day)

Comic books bought at the 5 and dime.

An equally pitiable attempt at golf in high school, I have never understood while we hit the balls toward the windows, did Ms Ahrens just know we would all miss?

Stumbling going up the steps during graduation and Bruce Robinson telling me I would be fine, (forever grateful for that  Bruce)

Walking miles on country roads

Canoeing at Hanon Lake.

Eating at the maid rite, french fries, cherry coke, and ketchup

My first pack of cigs at Old Style Tavern I was 12, they cost 20cents                         

Riding the square and honking horns

Just some memories….Love memories!

Welcome Back Amy Winehouse!

 

 

 

 

Comeback Amy

Amy Winehouse returned to the stage after a year after, putting her life back in place!  Welcome back Amy, so wonderful to hear your fantastic words and voice again.  I love victory!

got a new thing!

Time of our lives!

Life is so exciting, full of change, promise and continual new possibilities!!!

My other life

So I have this other blog…check it out!

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Back again

Oh my, it seems like I have been gone forever!!!!  And never left.  well I never did, just have been busy.  We are preparing the house for market, so spending days and days packing, cleaning. and good grief, John has lived here for oh about 100 years, so much packing, cleaning sorting.  whoosh!!!  Feel today like we have a handle on the whole situation, although, much much to do yet, house painting, carpet cleaning, gravel laying, an auction on May 22.  ah gotta love change eh?

Changes

Woke up about 5 am with this going through my head….is it a sign of spring or….

My life is full of changes, seems like I get settled somewhere, then overnight I am somewhere else.   I wonder what will be happening next?

david bowie, changes

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