My commitment to blog a gratitude post every day in May has slipped away over the last couple of days. The reason is because I have been having a crisis of faith. When I started saying Thank You every day for something in my life, I began to wonder who I was saying Thank You to.… Read More
When Conchita Wurst appeared on stage in a gold lamé gown, her eyes fringed in thick black eyelashes, her hair in long gentle waves, and her chin covered in a dark beard, she wasn’t a circus freak, she was a gorgeous, strange, mesmerising human being.
To all women, here in the flesh or in spirit, I offer my gratitude. You are the mothers of the world who bring in to being new life, new thought, new beauty.
Today I am thankful that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that not only do things get better, sometimes they get fucking amazing.
Today I learned something new about relationships. I learned that as we age, sometimes our bodies don’t do what we would like them to any more. Illness, both mental and physical, along with the medications we have to take to stay healthy, can interfere with both our sex drive and our ability to perform.
I am thankful I have time to write, read, blog, think, watch videos, listen to podcasts and interact on social media. I am exceedingly, utterly and completely grateful to have the gift of time.
Today is International No Diet Day. It has been four and a half years since I’ve been on a diet.
Being of a certain age, I have had the curious pleasure of watching technology transform over the past fifty years. When I went to school, we found all our information in an encyclopaedia or at the library. When I went to University, I typed my assignments on an electric typewriter with a corrector ribbon. When I first started work, I sent out rehearsal schedules and important announcements via fax.
Sometimes it seems like there’s a kind of competition to see who has the shittiest life. Does my adoption, bulimia and husband’s suicide beat your job loss, chronic fatigue syndrome and divorce? Who knows … who’s judging these things?
If I didn’t know better I would think my boyfriend wasn’t straight. He has such a great eye, he should be a stylist.
As the last vestiges of summer sigh and turn indoors, my heart grows heavy and weary of remembering bad things.
You are the salt of the earth.
And the hot spicy curry, and the sweet caramel cheesecake and the sour lemon juice.
Blessed are those who question their spiritual beliefs,
For they will discover their divine nature.
Blessed are those who mourn,
For they have seen the frailty of life and keep their loved ones close.