E x - h a l e . . . (To the lovely tune of the incomparable Ms.Whitney)

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 3, 2014 9:32 pm



So I made my way back to Bloggerville this evening - inhaling the salty-aired ocean breeze - And my being lightened.

As I flitted over Bloggerville I felt a gentle ache to reach out my wee hand and gently stroke the ever-present sun-kissed tree tops .... The tree tops are always such a soother!

... In - h a l e ... Ex - h a l e ....

Anyhoo, moving along ever so swiftly ... Got a tad blinded by the awe-inspiring lost and last few rays sunlight that I didn't see a gosh-darn blog post sticking out, just a tad higher than the rest. And a way-ward bit of tree bark echhhh-ing-ly s c a t h e d my wee-est of knees ... Owwwweeee! That'll teach a wee Pixie to NOT stop and smell the roses toooo-too often, ey!?

The way-ward blog-post-tree-bark belongs to GardenBoy321's HNW: My Pumas ...

Then upon arrival at my wee Treehouse I found my friends, CheatMeRight, LindoBoy100 and rockkickass69v2 showing me some love. Their respective gestures meant a GREAT deal to me.

That brings us back to how I am feeling right about now! Funnily enough it makes me reach out to yet another Maya Angelou poem ....

Which one? you might ask ... Stay tuned to just this spot on your dial, is all this wee Pixie prepared to say right now ...



ps ... this post and content represents but a snapshot of my day .. ALL of my friends' love and humour are taken right to heart.

In and out ...

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 3, 2014 6:16 pm


It's not that I haven't felt this way (described by the below poem) in quite a while but I'm feeling a touch ...... and ..... all the rest. Fir some reason I an unable to bring myself to fill in the blanks.

I find myself seeking comfort in the following excerpt from Maya Angelou ...


... ... ...

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.

... ... ... 

.Tri

SA's "16 Days of Activism"

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Nov 28, 2014 1:41 pm

In South Africa we are currently on Day 03 of the "16 Days of Activism" campaign which speaks out against the "Abuse and Violence of Women & Children".

I support the campaign completely. Having, for (Thank God & the Angels he sent to be there for me) a short while, been one of the women the campaign speaks of but also, now being of sound mind & in-tact mental and emotional faculties ,surely one just knows when wrong is WRONG!

I take a step back, however, and am also mindful that these injustices are not limited to Women & Children. And urge that the plight of the abused Husband, Father and Male Partner not be overlooked, diminished or disregarded.

.Tri

.. This wee Pixie's cup continues to overflow ...

** Pic utilised for illustrative purposes only

So the wee Tink and I are walking through one of our local malls this morning. At the age of 5 I s'pose she possesses a sense of curiosity considered normal for her age range. The following questions amongst the myriad of others which she shoots off at her wee Pixie-mum, are the two I remember most clearly:

Tink: Mummy, why are there so few acorns in the decorations. I only see them once in every isle?
Pixie-mum: I'm not sure, luv - perhaps it is so we that are actually able to notice them when we see them. If they had been strung up all over the place we might find them too ordinary and completely overlook them ....

Tink: Mummy, How did the store get those balls and stars and trimmings so high against the roof?
Pixie-mum: I'm not sure, luv - Actually, I have NO idea, sweetheart. (my reason for not fabricating a story should become obvious momentarily)
Tink:  You know Mummy - Actually, I think that they must have just used a ladder.

I indulge the wee Tink's fantasy and make-believe and am quite pleased that she is anamored with, among other things, The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and Santa Clause. 

She, pleasantly, surprises me every then-n-then, though. E.g. A week ago she was doing something which compelled me to ensure that she knows that certain things are not real - she responded with a very casual and too cutely mature: "I know, Mummy, I was just pretending ... "

We are surrounded by so much  r e a l i t y   that I remain a firm believer that children MUST hold on to their innocence for as long as it is possible and practical. AND we MUST do everything in our power to nurture that innocence.


xx

Is *she not the most beautiful?

A glorious and wondrously beautiful day at the southern-most tip of Africa ... Our higher-powers are boasting their majesty, it seems

Water masses and skies are bluer than blue ... and, aye, the grass and trees luschiously green ...

Tis my *Tink's 5th birthday today and, verily, this wee Pixie-mum's cup runneth over.

The wee Tink's day starts out with celebrating her birthday with her pre-school fwends; Followed by a Tea Party for her and the girl cousins at Gramma's house; And ends with a swim and supper at Pixie mum's favourit-est beach in all of PixieLand!

Did this Pixie-mum mention that the wee Tink is every bit as artistic. I witness her life and talent in awesome wonder.(insert GOOD sigh)

Unofficial collaboration #002 - Anais Nin

"I choose a man who has the courage to treat me like a woman."

"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who c o m p e l s my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."

~ Anais Nin

Unofficial collaboration #001 - Anais Nin

"I do not want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey.

A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced."

~Anais Nin