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smokingbootHere's how it works, leave me a comment and I will give you five topics to expound upon. Rebby, like the love heart she is, has given me lovely ones.
HOME
I don't do home. I once rented a small blue attic room in a house at the top of Brixton hill. My landlady was into crop circles and flowers. She told me that when she bought the house the garden was still covered in ashes from the bombs of WWII, and the previous owner warned her not to bother trying to grow anything because the soil was ruined. She shipped in loads of fertiliser, and began from scratch. By the time I moved in she was abundant in all things flowerful, a paradise of arches and pretty statues. She used to talk to them (and the plants) when she watered the garden before twilight. I would watch her from my window and leave milk out on the sill for the fairies. I was happy there, that could have been my home.
When I stepped off the plane in California, I distinctly heard a voice say, 'Welcome home,' and it felt right. I recall dreaming as a child of a tree where I lived in the branches and a little boy lived in the trunk. His name was Tom and the tree was our home. I don't do real home, possibly due to a RAFbrat childhood. I am however, pretty much the best traveller I know.
HEROINES
Not enough of these out there. How frustrated I got with comic book girls, Catwoman always getting nicked and Supergirl always falling in love with villains called names like 'Roger Evil,' and even the wonderful Anne Shirley of Green Gables in the end becoming just another wife. My big time heroine is Elizabeth I, flirt, vamp, genius, politician, procrastinator. Elizabeth: The Golden Age is an abyss of tedium, because the story is inaccurate and of course, the clever girl has to lose the man in order to fit the popular stereotype (Brains get you nowhere girl, you may be a miracle but the boys don't fancy you...) Any woman who stands up for her right to be who she wants to be is a heroine, because the world still tries to make her settle for less.
NATURE
is my connection to Goddess/God/The Divine. This is the one. I can't talk about it without sounding trite, but a sunset by the sea is the nearest I have to a home and to Heaven. I believe with all my heart.
LOSS
I guess everyone suffers this, but I do suspect I have a maudlin gift for losing things, memories, people. I think the worst thing is not loss itself, it's the dull sense of it not being worth the time it took up in one's life, the anger with myself at having wasted so much affection and energy. There are very few people I have ever thought this of, but when I consider the most important of them, I would not be where I am if the loss hadn't happened. They taught me a lot, they were part of the life experience it took to get me here, and in a strange way, they were the trigger for much of the happiness I now experience. So not loss really. Just a deeply awkward manifestation of long term gain.
MY HAPPY PLACE
Changes all the time. Does the air move? Is it high up? is it beautiful? is my love there? am I free? am I creating? Can I do what I want? It has a million different shapes, a coast, a wood, a mountain, a city, a book, a world, a room. I am a very privileged woman and I know it xxx
HOME
I don't do home. I once rented a small blue attic room in a house at the top of Brixton hill. My landlady was into crop circles and flowers. She told me that when she bought the house the garden was still covered in ashes from the bombs of WWII, and the previous owner warned her not to bother trying to grow anything because the soil was ruined. She shipped in loads of fertiliser, and began from scratch. By the time I moved in she was abundant in all things flowerful, a paradise of arches and pretty statues. She used to talk to them (and the plants) when she watered the garden before twilight. I would watch her from my window and leave milk out on the sill for the fairies. I was happy there, that could have been my home.
When I stepped off the plane in California, I distinctly heard a voice say, 'Welcome home,' and it felt right. I recall dreaming as a child of a tree where I lived in the branches and a little boy lived in the trunk. His name was Tom and the tree was our home. I don't do real home, possibly due to a RAFbrat childhood. I am however, pretty much the best traveller I know.
HEROINES
Not enough of these out there. How frustrated I got with comic book girls, Catwoman always getting nicked and Supergirl always falling in love with villains called names like 'Roger Evil,' and even the wonderful Anne Shirley of Green Gables in the end becoming just another wife. My big time heroine is Elizabeth I, flirt, vamp, genius, politician, procrastinator. Elizabeth: The Golden Age is an abyss of tedium, because the story is inaccurate and of course, the clever girl has to lose the man in order to fit the popular stereotype (Brains get you nowhere girl, you may be a miracle but the boys don't fancy you...) Any woman who stands up for her right to be who she wants to be is a heroine, because the world still tries to make her settle for less.
NATURE
is my connection to Goddess/God/The Divine. This is the one. I can't talk about it without sounding trite, but a sunset by the sea is the nearest I have to a home and to Heaven. I believe with all my heart.
LOSS
I guess everyone suffers this, but I do suspect I have a maudlin gift for losing things, memories, people. I think the worst thing is not loss itself, it's the dull sense of it not being worth the time it took up in one's life, the anger with myself at having wasted so much affection and energy. There are very few people I have ever thought this of, but when I consider the most important of them, I would not be where I am if the loss hadn't happened. They taught me a lot, they were part of the life experience it took to get me here, and in a strange way, they were the trigger for much of the happiness I now experience. So not loss really. Just a deeply awkward manifestation of long term gain.
MY HAPPY PLACE
Changes all the time. Does the air move? Is it high up? is it beautiful? is my love there? am I free? am I creating? Can I do what I want? It has a million different shapes, a coast, a wood, a mountain, a city, a book, a world, a room. I am a very privileged woman and I know it xxx
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Date: 2009-02-20 07:00 pm (UTC)Give me five, if you feel inspired to do so. This is a very pleasant meme.
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Date: 2009-02-21 09:09 am (UTC)Five for you are; Tradition, dragons, compromise, secrets, flowers.
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:22 pm (UTC)I enjoyed reading yours. The garden of the blue attic room sounds lovely. What an evocative picture; calls to mind late warm evenings in summer.
And I can imagine that you are a good traveller - I am an appalling one!
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Date: 2009-02-21 09:13 am (UTC)Here are your five: Ambition, shoes, danger, icecream and cartoons.
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Date: 2009-02-25 04:03 pm (UTC)wendy mentioned something about russ coming up to this neck of the woods in the near future, will you also be accompanying him?
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Date: 2009-02-25 04:58 pm (UTC)Do you want 5? If not, ignore these:
Cooking, falling, dimples, riddles, image
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Date: 2009-02-25 05:08 pm (UTC)all glamorous now and stuff! should i get your autograph? :):)
EEEK did i just sign myself up to a meme?