Was doing some art work the other day listening to the radio, where all the songs played seemed to have some connection to love, romance or broken relationships and I began to wonder “What becomes of the broken hearted?” Do they become the modern day equivalent of Miss Havisham, or Liz Gilbert, traveling the world to find what is now presumed lost, or Vianne Rocher taking comfort in her children and crafting her chocolates bringing love to others. Who knows love is a funny thing and the only two creatures who really know what will come to pass is Eros and Cupid, for after all they are the two mischievous creatures who set everything in motion. Perhaps we need to be broken hearted at least once in life so that when real love comes knocking we know what it is and can grasp it with all our might. That all the pain once suffered is soon forgotten, replaced by a lifetime of hope, love, fun and comfort. Like many things before we get to possess that which gives meaning to life, some times we need to experience a few bumps along the way. Here’s to love and to all those broken hearted people, may the pain it brings last but a second and that Eros will bestow his blessing.
Do you ever just lie in bed looking at the stars and wondering if you had just taken the left path and not the right path where would you be today? Or was taking the wrong path actually the right path? Through life you are faced with so many decisions and choices how can you ever really know what will the right ones will be. Then again no matter how carefully you may reflect and deliberate before making a choice, life has the wonderful ability of throwing spanners in the works at the most inopportune moments. On such occasions you may find yourself having to travel paths that are less than ideal or rather frightening to contemplate. But I think by having to rethink our decisions the fear of the unknown becomes less overwhelming. That perhaps the whole reason for being forced to alter or change our path of action is to make us take chances, we may never have considered previously. That by doing so we begin to learn more about who we are and what we truly want from life. So the next time life throws you a curve ball and you must travel the lesser know path, remember that you will learn something and its an experience that may help shape the rest of your life.
I am really not having much luck with technology today everything seems to be going a tad nuts, I would hazard that is due to me not the machines in question. Its been a quite day, but as ever no matter how hard I try I always seem to attract the more unusual members of city travelers. Today on the Luas (Dublin’s tram system) I was blessed with two distinct gentlemen, and I though they were a safe bet for a quite journey. One spent the entire journey talking to himself, afraid he made no sense to me, but his conversation with the mysterious absent friend seemed to be quite interesting. The other gentleman decided to sing a range of contemporary chart hits, off key and at deafening levels. He was having a good time, not sure the rest of the world was quite so supportive. Meeting such eclectic people seems to be one of my given gifts, even if the entire bus is full the only drunk person on it will choose me to talk to, additionally I get cornered by every dotty dear out doing her grocery shopping, and have been saved more than once by the bible brigade. Although at times these meetings can be quite odd, I have had some very interesting conversations and met some wonderful people, who have a very unique view of life. Which at times help you to see the world in quite a different way, and on more than one occasion have helped me see that even if the world has gone to hell in a hand cart, there is always a positive to be had, I suppose I envy them there freedom from conventionalities and that they can experience the world with all the wonder and awe of a child. The world is a richer place with them.
Spent the best part of this morning watching a pair of grey squirrels trying their best to break into the bird feeders in the back yard. You have got to give them credit for trying, if at first you don’t succeed then try, try again. That is exactly what they were doing. One of the nutty pair was hanging upside down from the support for the bird feeder and shaking it to see what came out, and then copped on that if you let the birds eat, they know stuff on the ground. So why waste all that energy when you can get all you want just waiting around for it. Now the other fella is a bit more with it, one of the peanut feeders has a sliding base, which you open to fill and slide back in place when full. This particular squirrel worked this out, so all he had to do was open and low and behold be showered with a cascade of nuts, no effort involved. As you can imagine Dad was not to happy to refilling the feeders for this pair of chancers to be making off with the spoils in broad daylight, so a compromise was reached. Dad leaves nuts on the path outside, the squirrels have their lunch, leave the birds alone and Dad gets to watch them bouncing around the place. Its pretty quite in the country and you have to take your entertainment where you can. Mind you he now has me watching the little nutters at work to see what shenanigans they get up to, I really need a better social life.
Well never though I would reach this day, I think this is the longest I have ever been on a diet and not cheated. Well had noo choice, unless I wanted to be remembered as the Michelin man’s wife. I might not have really been that big but enough to begin to worry. You only live once and you know what I would like to enjoy it without worrying whether I will be able to see it. I would like to say hi to all the new followers and a big thank you to those who have continued to follow my crack pot journey, much appreciated. The weight loss is going well and I can actually fit into some of my old jeans. But still have a very long way to go, but it will be worth it in the end. To be honest I can not see a change in my figure but my sister swears blind that there is a change, and others have begun to comment, so must be doing something right. Here’s to the last few weeks before the next great adventure. As always a few cúpla focal as Gaeilge,
Go raibh maith agat as do chuid tacaíochta ar fad, i bhfad mhór. Ba mhaith liom tú gach dea-shláinte agus saibhreas don todhchaí.
Thank you all for your support,much appreciated. I wish you all good health and wealth for the future.
Today was a wonderfully quite day, no cats, no noise, no housework. Heaven, and what did I spend the day doing, sitting at the kitchen table, working on a project. I have not had the chance to work like this for a while, and it was wonderful just to turn on the radio, and work through my art project. Most people I know like having others around and find that being on their own is a challenge, for me it is the complete opposite. I love time on my own, and find that being around a lot of people for long periods of time difficult. I think it comes from being a workaholic, if I have stuff to do, I just become so focued that I fail to register anything else, and hate being interrrupted. Not good, as I don not really pay attention and tend to cause havoc at times. Also I think people mistake being alone for being lonely, they are quite different, and I find being on my own I have the time and dpace to think and work through my art, so that when I do get to spend time with friends my focus is on them and not the next piece I have to get finished. The last few days is like having my studio again, and I just did not realise how much I missed having my own space, where I can work and not have to pack up everything at the end of the da, and there is no fear of work being damaged. I miss having my studio and the freedom it gives. Here’s hoping soon.
I am like millions of other people tuned in to the opening of the Olympics, I can honestly say I only watched the last bit and waited just to see the Irish team walk in. We are but a small nation but hopefully we will do well. It was nice to see so many women as flag bearers, and for a number of countries to send female athletes for the first time, well done. May be the times they are a changin’. What came to mind as I sat there for what seemed like hours is how all the nations of the world, can lay aside, for a time, their differences and come together, and compete, without letting outside influences dictate. Which is a great feat, yet I was wondering if instead of countries fighting each other on the battlefield, could they not resolve their difference through competitive sport. Where the winning country is determined through the completion of a number of sporting challenges. In the long run it would remove the need for mindless bloodshed and war. But I think that would be only possible in a perfect world, which does not presently exist.