A Tribute to all those in the Resistance to Trump, the rise of fascism and white supremacy.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, RESPECT!
I’ve been absent for a week or so as we received very upsetting news that a young man who we considered an adopted nephew had been killed in a motor bike accident in Perth, Western Australia, where we used to live. It has been a time of grief and memories for us of a fine young man who we watched grow up from a 5-year-old to meeting the love of his life, to the age of 45 when he was killed riding his Ducati bike. We miss him enormously but we know he will live on in our hearts.
The above image is called “Wild at Heart” – remember your wildness, your courage, your power, your creativity – however you live it, because you never know what each day will bring. Live to your upper limits to make the gift of your life here on earth worthwhile.
I’ve been absent for a while due to back problems and also a feeling of great inertia which I decided to indulge because I felt it was a message to let go and just let the good times roll again when it felt right. I’ve been creating digital art, can’t stop now, but haven’t felt like blogging at all.
I had created the above piece of digital art and couldn’t work out what to call it when I saw a post on a friend’s Facebook timeline which suited this image perfectly – a ray of light and colour in a world which seems in great, grey turmoil at present. Synchronicity!
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” ~Robert Fulghum
I’m indebted to Robert Fulghum for his inspirational comment.
I hope the colours of this image inspire hope rather than the fear that political leaders and conventional media try to spread these days.
May our spirits fly with courage, compassion,tolerance and kindness!
I’ve lost count of the number of makeovers I’ve seen where a pretty, individual-looking woman has been turned into a bland, blonde lookalike no different to every other blonde model trotted out as something we’re supposed to aspire to. The last example was a gorgeous looking woman with black hair in plaits who emerged from the hairdresser’s – yes, you’ve guessed it – as a blonde Stepford-wife-looking woman. Grrr.
I’ve also recently seen photos of Jane Fonda with fawning commentary of how wonderful she looks at 78, which is fine except she’s had plastic surgery and I’m sick of the assumption that it’s so much better to look plastic perfect in old age rather than celebrating our ageing process, owning it and flaunting our wrinkles, grey hair, thin hair, straggly hair, sagging boobs, thinness, fatness or whatever.
Our bodies are the badge of honour for the life we’ve lived and continue to live and I’m a warrior for honouring our veteran years even if we look as if we haven’t just leapt gaily out of a photoshopped magazine shoot.
I thought of this these past couple of days after watching Patti Smith singing “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” as the accepted the Nobel Prize for Literature on behalf of Bob Dylan. I’ve just been watching this video again – not just for the performance which is wonderful but because it was so great to see Patti Smith, at 70, with flowing grey hair, no make-up, looking powerful, centred and standing proud in her age.
And yesterday I saw an interview with the wonderful Glenda Jackson who’s just appeared as King Lear looking unkempt, demented and as unlike the womanly stereotype as you can imagine. Such a courageous woman, standing up for her principles, utterly opposed to the Iraq War, socking it to war criminal Tony Blair at every opportunity., and, like Patti Smith, looking her age and utterly unconcerned with make-up and prettifying herself. It is just so good to see women of this age with no botox, no make-up, looking confident and untouched. An inspiration to women everywhere.
Yes, women do have the choice to appear as they wish but we also need to acknowledge that the Gold Standard of old age does not have to be trying to regain our youth and deny our old age. We crone women need to be loud, proud and worshipping our ageing bodies instead of trying to package them into eternal youth because our materialist society can’t handle old age.
Hey, it happens to us all, so embrace it, dance with it, honour it. Be true to ourselves and flaunt our authentic ageing process. We crones ROCK!
I created this by zooming into a photo of a pyrite sphere I bought last week which showed rainbow colours when the sun shone on it. I then worked on the close-up with PicMonkey and Pixlr.
Initially I thought I’d focus on the stars within, because the pyrite is quite extraordinary in its inner brilliance. But then I came across the Ganesha symbol, representing prosperity, fortune and success. He is the Lord of Beginnings and the Remover of Obstacles of both material and spiritual kinds. Interestingly, he also places obstacles in the path of those who need to be checked.
And I was inspired by the idea of The Wealth Within – our creative abundance and inspiration, however that speaks for each individual, as we are all unique offering gifts enriching our daily lives and humanity as a whole.
Many forces in the world want us to live in fear, on our knees, curtailed in our splendour by false walls of littledom.
Stuff ’em. Tell ’em to go take a running jump at themselves because we can do a damned sight better when the fearmongers are ignored!
Open hearts defeat closed, fearful minds any day.
Look around when you wake up: at your loved one’s dear face if you’re in a relationship, at the bright eyes of the young, at the love of your dog if you have one, when you go out onto the streets, when you’re at work or study or creative endeavour of any kind. If you choose to see the good, the glory of autumn colours, the radiance of butterflies, hear the golden music of birds, the purr of a cat, open your hearts to those you encounter in your life, feel the aliveness of the world around us, then we are learning to live in joy, passion and courage.
Because when you live in the light of gladness and gratitude, even when difficulties and challenges turn up, as they will, you can still embrace a brave life of passion and love because you’re on your feet, not whining away on your knees.
Remember: always radiate the brightness of your open, loving, kind heart and drown out the fear, hate and playing little.
Courage, mes enfants, courage!