Freedom, joy?

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Daily, I struggle in this world of narcissists and the ignorant. I am not perfect, no where near such. But it would be an absolute pleasure to hear realism expressed. When I ask you: ‘How are you doing?’ and you say; ‘yeah, I’m good”. When what you really mean is: ‘I really don’t know, things are pretty rough right now’. We are all living in some kind of fantasy… every day is exactly the same the same when we are are in reality seeking something else. But we keep behaving the same way, pushing our fear down enough to exist but not enough to become more than we are.

Trauma.

It owns us.

Freedom is not simple.

Challenge the gods within yourself and choose to believe…

but, is everything around you exactly as it seems?

Is who you see in your reflection too hard to see…

That is where we start.

Looking in the eyes we see daily.

Loving them, no matter what.

No matter what.

Love them, no matter what.

No matter what,

love them…

an example of joy in life

Words errant

image courtesy of Michel-Lag-Chavarria

Ear parcel: Gods gonna cut you down

 

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Fall

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Curling.

An autumn leaf

Turns from cooling sun

Embracing essence

Hopeful of survival

Against seasonal odds

Brace against the embraceable

Contain the essence of self

Protect against harsh influence

Survive beyond thirst

Beyond potential comfort

Cling to breath

And blessing

Survive.

 

Words errant

images stolen from the internet

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Ascension

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I had covered my fragility with a skin of stone. Believed that to be needed, was to be loved. That to be compassionate was to avoid causing pain, and therefore meant to deny the self. That to be loyal was to lock away the truth as a secret. That the jewel of my consciousness needed a protector. I wore the future as a brittle crown that cut and bled when I strayed from the path others wished me to walk. The butterfly of my soul flutters incessantly within the labyrinth prison of thought I have bound myself within. But to offer false hope is cruel. Trembling, I sought to open the window to allow my soul back in. Remembering the fall I realise I have allowed devolution to go too far with half-truths and excuses of why fear was too strong. But ascent is still possible. It is absolutely vital and ravenous, I hunger for it.

errant

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Image 1 and 2 courtesy of zemotion

 

Now a proud daughter

Errant

Just to keep it real.

Here I am not dancing with my eyes closed.

 

Beloved,

Let us make this world

something to be voraciously proud of

I was born into a darkness

I did not understand

With my own two hands

I learned to fathom

to become all I could

to continue becoming

tirelessly,

I work to make it a kinder place

we have great influence

if you give the world

the love you want to feel

 

I post this link because these two songs together nicely encapsulate the world I was born into and who I have become.

Bear with me, have patience, humour me if you will and listen to this lengthy and fun (bottle of vino anyone?) live performance.

There is another option for those that have ‘become comfortably numb’

 

 

 

1940, Charlie Chaplin: ‘The Great Dictator’

I may well be the last person to have discovered and watched this final scene from ‘The Great Dictator’. I am completely astounded at Charlie Chaplin’s speech. This film was released in New York 15th October 1940 over a year before the US declared war on Japan (7th December 1941). This was Chaplin’s first talking film, he wrote it, scored it, starred in it, directed and produced it. What an amazing feat from within 1940’s Hollywood, delivering such a passionate condemnation of antisemitism, fascism, Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party to a broad audience. It is hard to believe that this speech comes from a popular film, a comedy. Adolf Hitler had been parodied in two other films before this but the serious nature and intense passion of this speech caught my breath. Chaplin noted in his autobiography that he would not have made the film if he had known the true conditions in Nazi German concentration camps. But I can’t help but wonder if perhaps this film and this final speech may have had influence within US culture, bringing their thoughts to what was happening in Europe and just what it was that the UK was fighting for. I also feel this speech is still very relevant today, showing brilliance and the strange nature of humanity. I applaud Chaplin’s belief in the beauty of humanity.