Thursday, 4 December 2014
Five Things About Me . . .
This is me outside my parent's house on the 24th of August, 1974. This was eleven days after my nineteenth birthday. I think I weighed about 100 pounds soaking wringing wet. I was carrying the bible my father had given me for Easter when I was four years old. I think my ex burnt that bible when we split up, but I can't be sure. I only know it disappeared. I have no idea where it is, but if it wasn't burnt, I hope that whoever has it knows how special it is.
Yep, it's Thursday so another five things about me.
At nineteen I thought I was pretty smart and knew it all. (Doesn't everyone?) I was incredibly naive and knew nothing in reality. I was extremely shy and had very little experience with life, the world, men. This was only the second ever boy friend I had ever had. I look at this picture of me now and I think how did that girl not know that she was beautiful? How did she not know she was worth so much more than what she settled for in life? How did she not know her potential? Age is wisdom.
I guess that is the way it is supposed to be.
I love painted wooden furniture. I would paint every bit of wooden furniture we have if I was allowed to do it. I love colour and would love to be surrounded by it. I once painted the whole top of a coffee table with flowers. It was really beautiful. I think I gave it to my sister, but I don't know what happened to it after that.
I have a tender heart and I wear it on my sleeve. I know this makes me more vulnerable but I wouldn't have it any other way. I would rather be warm, tender and caring than be cold and hard hearted.
There is a special place in my heart for little boys. I adore little boys. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind little girls, but little boys are so interesting. I know . . . almost all of my artwork is little girls. Little girls are easier to draw and more colourful and I can get into their hearts and minds because well . . . I am a girl! But I love little boys. I may paint little girls, but most of my writing is for little boys.
I see each day as a new adventure. A gift waiting to be unwrapped. A glass half filled waiting for me to fill the rest. I find life to be quite exciting and I love learning new things . . . . meeting new people, seeing new places, experiencing new tastes, smells, textures etc. I could sit for hours contemplating the cosmos and everything in it. I love to take things apart and see how they work. I love to explore . . . experiment . . . discover. I am not afraid to die. I am also not afraid to live.
And that's my five things for this week. Oh boy that went rather quickly. I do enjoy figuring out and pondering on the things that make me tick though. It's a great exercise for me.
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”
Dr. Seuss, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
You just gotta love the Grinch!
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Roasted Butternut Squash Lasagne. Delicious!
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Have a wonderful Thursday!