Earlier this week one of my friends, Marcel, posted this quote on Facebook: “Sy hardloop voor… Die een wat jag en tussen wolwe woon.” Translated, it says: she is a front-runner… she who hunts, and lives among the wolves. There is something about wolves, perhaps their wild spirit, that I cannot put down in words.…… Continue reading run with the wolves
You know that scene in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty where he skateboards down a winding road into the heart of a soon-to-be volcano struck town? Yeah, that’s what my life has been like for the past month or so. Over the past month I managed to turn 25 (without too much trouble, though…… Continue reading run
I am of the opinion that, if your pet is small enough for me to be able to drop-kick them back over the fence into your yard, they are not worthy of the name “dog”. Also, my Picket Fence marks out my territory. Mostly because I’m not a touch person, and I HIGHLY value my personal space (Online Shopping might be my fourth-favourite demi-religion in a couple of months). And though I am much younger than 30 (okay, give or take 5 years) I take my KEEP OFF THE LAWN signs very seriously. (It really took a long time to get the glitter lettering just right).
So, the point is, I suppose, that people construct their own white picket fences however they deem it appropriate or necessary.
We humans do this to make the neighborhood seem nice, and to make sure the paper is delivered to the mailbox and doesn’t end up in the roses, and to be able to sleep at night.
Mostly to be able to sleep at night.
We lull ourselves into safety and comfort, believing that the monster won’t come out from under the bed as long as we leave the hallway light on. The metaphor (this is the mansplaining version) is therefore that we surround ourselves with things – tangible or intangible – that guard us, that make us feel safe. So, you see – life really is a picket fence gospel. It’s about homes, and belonging, and people. So, when I have my new house in 2016, please swing by whenever. Sit on the lawn if you feel like it. Take off your shoes. And have dinner with me.
There’s been a LOT of stuff said about the recent gay-legalization that has flooded social media for the past two months (and those proceeding, too). This is a scary topic. For me at least. Because it’s close to home. Too much too soon? Perhaps. But, let it be said: I love gay people. I have…… Continue reading don’t rain on my parade
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Day 23 Being a fanatical fan of dragons myself, I found the saying of “slaying your dragons” always a little too heartless. They just want hugs…and…you know…flesh and stuff. So, today’s task is to make a list of distractions in my life that keeps me from my full…
Are you a good lover? I mean — how good are you at loving others? I recently read a blog by Debrah Fileta in which she asks this exact same question. Just this morning I realized that it’s only 18 more days until Christmas. For me, this is an exciting time. It’s the first time in…… Continue reading are you a good lover?
Beauty and the Beast must be one of the most famous stories of all time. It definitely was one of my favourites as a young girl — even before Disney made it famous. Recently, there has been more than one TV series, a couple of movies and many books, based on this classic, and truly…… Continue reading beauty and the beast