Monday 1 December 2014

the night garden

it seems so internal
an eternal encircle
my mood introspective
nocturnal nonverbal

with the thoughts that run wild
in a reversal rehearsal
and if my heart is open right now
its sentimental survival

i'm in heaven, i'm in hell
infertile infernal
dreaming of eden
mirthful maternal


Tuesday 28 October 2014

you say you want a revolution, yeah well you know, we all wanna change the world....

This is about more than the average mondayitis...

The 9-5 (in my case 8-5 but who is counting hours?) is a fucking drag!  The daily grind of the same old faces (some I adore but most I do not), the same old problems, complaints, drama & lies, lies, lies.  The same old joys that get you through the day, the laughs with friends and the love from the animals.  Come home to the television, it's been designed to dumb you down, numb your mind & keep you distracted.  Go for a walk, look at the sky, dare to dream of freedom.  This is life.  And yeah.. it could be a crap load worse but honestly.. IS.THIS.IT??  Have you been caught asking yourself this question?  I go through cycles of really being disheartened by the roles and rules that we humans play out.  


This isn't about getting a new job or changing the routine or getting out of the house or meeting new people. No! This is about changing something much much bigger than that.  It's not even about me or you, it is about us.  The global us and the lies and the manipulation that is forced down our throats every fucking day!



What am I rambling about?


Debt.  We've all got it.  We all spend our lives trying to pay it back. To be honest, I don't see my days being debt free and in part I think, who cares?  I can take my debts to my grave, then what?  Funny how we spend our lives trying to clear it though right? What you have is an illusion that your weekly pay packet teases you with. Money really is the biggest load of shit that Man ever invented!  The fat cats own it, all of it.  They will tell you we need to tighten our belts and then in the very next breath, they are spending gazillions on themselves.


Environmental threats.  Global warming is a fact.  The Amazon is being raped daily.  You can read more about that here.  How the hell we think that we are going to sustain our current lifestyles within the current climate is beyond me.  The planet is not happy yet we continue to disrespect it constantly (take a minute to think about the products you are endorsing by purchasing them, think about where they came from & who died for them).


Governments.  Do you honestly believe they are in charge? That they make the decisions? We are governed by corporations and money, the politicians are just the faces of the system. They lie to us every day and we accept it because we don't understand it and we don't know how to change it.  It was people like David Icke and Michael Moore that opened my eyes to the bullshit. Who opened your eyes?  And what do you think about how the power operates?

The Joneses.  You have to keep up with them right?  Once upon a time, 'The Joneses' were your neighbours.  You knew them (from a distance), they always had the perfect lawns and new cars.  Today it is keeping up with the Kardashians. What the fuck!!? It seems like social media creates Joneses in all of us.  So called reality television kind of does the same thing.  They make us want to have crap we don't need and be people we don't really deep down, don't want to be.



Personally, I find modern life to be one big fat old lie.  I don't have much faith or interest in it.  And yeah, ok, I wont lie to you, I have been known to love a ridiculously overpriced outfit BUT I am fully aware that it is irrelevant to my long term happiness.  Thus far, life has thrown me many a curve ball to remind me of what I truly want.  Maybe we want the same things, maybe we don't.  The point is that we are TRUE to what we want and don't give in.  I, like you, have given in and sacrificed my own truth (in the interest of pleasing other humans) and while it might have made them happy it sure as shit didn't do much for me.  I'm not preaching selfishness but rather endorsing honesty. I would be insulted if you did something against your truth to make me happy.  Do you think your nearest and dearest hold that view?

I am nobody in the bigger picture and I know that. All this is, is a woman and her laptop with rants about changing the world, my world, and your world but at the end of the day I wont change anything.  I'm not saying anything new but I do long for a revolution on a major scale.  I want things to change for all of us because we (the global we) are not happy.  I know I cannot save or change the world but I have to start somewhere and maybe that somewhere is my own personal revolution?  Maybe I will trigger you to think about your truth as I trigger myself to do the same thing in my own life.


Can you start your own revolution?

What would it look like?


Saturday 18 October 2014

and you are on my mind
i think about you
when i close my eyes
boy, i need your body

and it was never 
never what i planned
when i close my eyes
boy, i want your body

and some things go unsaid
'cause they aren't meant to be
when i close my eyes
boy, i miss your body



Tuesday 2 September 2014

and when i'm inside you
i can be myself
and you hold me in a way
where others fear to delve

because you know me
and you keep me safe
from all of the demons
that can dominate my space

and it's you that i long for
all day long
because you know me
you're where i belong


Monday 25 August 2014

monday

i wish my room was dark
i don't like the sun
for it stole my heart
and an idea of fun

i cannot face the sky
no, not today
better to dream of love
in my safe hideaway


Wednesday 20 August 2014

on days like today....

It's a love hate affair
and on days like today
with the sound of your voice
you bring waves of despair

all i can do 
is wonder why
why you left me
to fend for myself

it's a cruel fucking world
and i'm doing ok
but i miss you
on days like today.


Tuesday 5 August 2014

aftermath and connection

August 3rd marks the 100 year anniversary of the beginning of the Great War.  Ashamedly, I admit I don't know enough about WWI.  What blows my mind is the fact that over 7 million people died in combat and this anniversary came and went without any major headlines.  What the hell? I cannot even begin to imagine the impact that war had on families, communities, businesses and the general functioning of the planet in the aftermath. I remember reading (at school) about the hell that took place on the Western Front.

August 3rd is also the 5th anniversary of my late fiance's suicide.  This year, while I have coped & functioned better than previous anniversaries, I contemplated the impact of loss.  Not only my own personal loss (which is really all I know) but also the influence of grief in history.

It leaves me thinking...
How/why do we not still discuss these events?
Is it really no longer relevant?
Do people forget about the deceased and their existence after time?
Who would we (I) be without trauma/loss?

I can only answer these questions for myself.  I don't know how the rest of you feel about these things.  Me? I am probably a tad overly sentimental, so these kind of things reach a deep and sacred spot in my heart, one that is reserved for those that I hold dear.  The answers, well, my answers stir up all sorts of intense emotions.  You know when you try and hold on to a moment or create one in your mind and you can feel it living and breathing through every fiber of your being? When you close your eyes and you are back in that place in time?  For me, part of it is from my own memories and part of it is from a strong empathetic connection I have to those who experience suffering.

I get confused by a society that buries the past and wants to live only in the present day.  Isn't our future created not only by the steps we make today but by the ones we walked yesterday?  Am I the only one that feels that history is one of the richest and most beautiful things?  Even when the history is brutal and harsh?  On Saturday I went to the National Gallery and surrounded myself with art, some of which dated back to the 15-1600s.  I didn't know much about these particular artists or the lives of those they portrayed but to be surrounded with such talent & beautiful of that age made me feel connected to today.  It made me feel alive and in love.  I was small in a big room of dominant images.  Was I the only one who felt this way?  It also made me wonder if anything that we do today would be looked back upon in 400 years time to evoke passion (I sadly doubt it).  Who were these people in these pictures and what had they seen in their young years?

I've also been thinking about war widows.  How the heck did they cope?  I can only presume that it wasn't a rare thing to be, so chances were that you would know someone who was also in the same boat and that you would stick together.  And I wonder how our great Grandfathers coped on the front with all that blood and gore.  The post traumatic stress must have been horrendous but somehow the men that made it home appeared to go back to a 'normal' life.  How one does that is beyond me but I guess that we live as we have to and we kind of accept what is on our plate and carry on.

And as a friend pointed out to me today, people are soooooooo saddened by the death of a character on a TV show and will post status after status on facebook about it yet i don't recall seeing ANY status updates declaring any distress about what is going on in Gaza. Are we really that fucking confused?  Or are we just too busy to care? to take the time to understand? to have TRUE empathy for something real?

I don't even know the point of this post, nor do I know how loss has impacted your life but I am sure it has.  Why don't we talk more?  I wish we could shed our barriers and share our stories more freely.  I got a tattoo on Sunday, August 3.  Part of it embraces my own history that has evolved especially since the suicide of my beloved but it is also the motto of The Royal Air Force. Whatever it's history, this phrase connects me to something bigger than me.  What connects you to the universe?........



*per ardua ad astra is latin for 'from adversity to the stars'. 

Monday 28 July 2014

no love for us now

you held my heart
in the palm of your hands
and to you it's
just a game
and darlin
it's a shame

i'm hanging on to your love
but baby, there's
no love, no love
No love for us now

Because you

you break my heart
with every move you make
you broke my heart
with that one mistake

i've lost count of the times
that you left me
stop playing with my heart
'cause everyone can see

i'm hanging on to your love
you're hanging on to my love

because you

you break my heart 
with every move you make
you broke my heart
with that one mistake

baby, there's no
love, no love
no love 
for us now

your skin is crawling
there is no way out
nothing left to do
except to scream & to shout

your voice is lost
silenced once more
you cannot sleep here
or anywhere anymore

nobody hears you
and nobody sees
nobody cares
you're alone on your knees


dark days...

days when your body can't move
when you feel so tired 
when you sleep around the clock
the mind bound and wired

reasons for living seem so distant
when you feel so alone
when you avoid company
you feel your heart moan

you can't brush your teeth
when you simply don't care
when you lay there and wonder
is anyone there?

words seem so pointless
when you cannot see
when there is no future
for you or for me

sigh when the morning comes
when you dread the long day 
when you long for the night
why you don't have a say

smile when you enter the room
when you carry on as you do
when no-one must know
the hell you go through

'how long can it last?
when all you see is blue
when you want it to stop
and nothing is new




Thursday 22 May 2014

for Anne Gregory

never shall a young man
thrown into despair
by those great honey-coloured
ramparts at your ear,
love you for yourself alone
and not your yellow hair

but i can get a hair-dye
and set such colour there,
brown, or black, or carrot,
that young men in despair
may love me for myself alone
and not my yellow hair

i heard an old religious man
but yesternight declare
that he had found a text to prove
that only God, my dear,
could love you for yourself alone
and not your yellow hair

W.B Yeats



Monday 19 May 2014

fortuna dies natalis my friend. x

a friend like you
i hold close to my heart
be you near or far
we are never apart

a friend like you
your kind is rare
i count my lucky stars
just to know you're there

a friend like you
today is your day
i'm sending big love
and i must say..

fortuna dies natalis
my sweet friend
fortuna dies natalis
from beginning to end


               

Friday 16 May 2014

Dum vivimus vivamus (While we live, let us live) - part 1

rules were made for breaking
isn't that what they say
let us live while we live
why not start today?

rejecting all the judgements
all the lies you've been fed
this is the final curtain call
conquer the voices in your head

life is for the living
no time for greed or fear
so let us live while we live
a time to love those dear


Thursday 8 May 2014

intensity

intensity is kinda extreme right? like when something is so cold it burns you....

in both the horrendous & joyous intense of moments, there is something that you take away & carry with you forever.  it can make you or break you.  it doesn't always feel like a choice but it is.  i am fortunate to have experienced both and come out the other side, yes with scars but you do learn to love those scars. trust me!


sometimes i think i am too intense but those moments they are pure, raw, honest and alive.  i wouldn't trade them for the world. it took me a long time to see that those moments make you who you are.  i do wonder why people avoid those overwhelming feelings of both utter complete bliss and gut wrenching pain.  i guess it is easier to exist in a void, in the middle and not take the risk.  i am sure you have heard people say that they don't want to do something they have always dreamt of that would give them pure joy because the come down would be too much?  that thought pattern is so disheartening and engulfed in the murkiest of greys.

when in the intense moment i think about the fine line between hate vs love (or things that fall into those categories). like this picture, are they about to kill each other or are they barking in excitement? 

you decide...





Friday 2 May 2014

amor

it doesn't matter who or what you love, what matters is that you love.


You can love your parents, partner, kids, pets, friends, nature, music, fashion, make up, collecting things, sport, shopping, creating, reading, daydreaming, drawing, sharing or anything else you desire.  What is important is that you have desire, love, that inner burst of all consuming adoration that has the power to make everything ok.

Who does this for you?  Have you told them recently?
What does this for you? Have you participated recently?

Thursday 24 April 2014

one

why fight it when we know it
its over
you & me
a thing of the past
im not going to chase you

for it hurts
and my pride cant take it
you've changed
or maybe i have

either way
now is for a new
beginning
today i am one



Thursday 10 April 2014

pour your misery down on me....

Last week I asked about inspirations and aspirations to be inspiring. My previous two entries got me thinking another aspect of influence (you can read them here and here), known as "the drainer", "Debbie Downer" or "Negative Nancy".

Who brings you down? Who drains life/happiness from you? 
And most importantly, why do you continue to allow them significance in your life?


Upon hearing the news of poor Peaches Geldof this week a friend and I talked about how there are people out there who put on the happy face.  These people you never think have a problem in the world, nothing serious anyway.  They live their days trying to accept life as it has been handed to them (kind of like a hand of cards, not always great but you work with what you have been dealt).  They may be quiet & blend in to society or they might be loud and in your face.  You'll never know.  Then there are those that always have something negative spin on everything they, you & everyone else says, they can change your once happy mood to a somewhat apathetic one and after spending time with them chances are you are in desperate need of a stiff drink and/or a nap!

Everyone knows I am not the happy-bright-bubbly-everything-is-fucking-great-kinda-gal, I prefer to label myself as somewhat cynical, curious and a say-it-how-it-is individual.  To be honest, the "Positive Polly" types drive me up the wall with their constant smiles and sunny view on everything (surely they are hiding something right? I mean, I just know they are serial killers or are drug runners or they skin people and wear them as hats! ).  Anyway, I digress...

Most of us at some point will have experienced the 'Debbie Downer' in the form of a parent/guardian.  At times it would seem that everything you do is wrong, every idea you have is wrong and even as an adult you might still be spoken to as a Dim Witt!  Is there anything more annoying than being spoken to like you are brain dead and incorrect by the very people that are supposed to support and guide you in life?  I am not a parent (of a human) but I wonder, do parents ever look upon their offspring as individuals or are they always looked upon as children?  Do they speak to other people younger than themselves in the same way?   Have you had to deal with a negative parent?  How did it make you feel?  As a kid?  As an adult?  Do you still carry their judgement?  Did you confront the problem or do you just accept it? Why?

We could ask those same questions of our Negative Nancy friends and acquaintances (aka 'facebook friends').  Sometimes I honestly do wonder if they are happy bestowing their misery on everyone?  Surely pointing out the negative all the frigging time says much much more about the person spouting than the receiver right?  Have you ever thought about what drives the Negative Nancy?   What are they getting out of putting you and everyone else down all the time?  Do they ever have a valid point?  Or is it just poor delivery?
I used to be sucked in by these types of people.  I thought they were right and others were to frightened to speak the truth.  I mean, it takes a brave, honest and confident person to speak up and point out the obvious (ie, negative) correct?  NO! Not correct!  It, in fact, takes a brave, honest and confident person to stand up and give you a well deserved compliment, heartfelt advice & the truth (whether it heals or hurts).  After years of reassessing everything and everyone I discovered that drainers are just that... drainers!   I now reject their bullshit & I call them on it too. I don't know about you but if I want to feel bad about myself, I don't need someone else's input, I can do that on my very own.  Let the haters hate and the lovers love.

What is your experience?

Here are some lyrics that might remind you of someone....


                                          "Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage"


                                            I'm only happy when it rains 
I'm only happy when it's complicated 
And though I know you can't appreciate it 
I'm only happy when it rains 

You know I love it when the news is bad 
And why it feels so good to feel so sad 
I'm only happy when it rains 

Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me 
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me 

I'm only happy when it rains 
I feel good when things are going wrong 
I only listen to the sad, sad songs 
I'm only happy when it rains 

I only smile in the dark 
My only comfort is the night gone black 
I didn't accidentally tell you that 
I'm only happy when it rains 

You'll get the message by the time I'm through 
When I complain about me and you 
I'm only happy when it rains 

Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down 

You can keep me company 
As long as you don't care 

I'm only happy when it rains 
You wanna hear about my new obsession? 
I'm riding high upon a deep depression 
I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me) 

I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me) 
I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me) 
I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me) 
I'm only happy when it rains (Pour some misery down on me).

Thursday 3 April 2014

aspire to inspire

This week I was having a discussion with a close friend that lead on to who we look up to in 2014?  Or do we look up to anyone at all? As they pointed out, sometimes it only takes one person to change the direction of your life.Could it be senior family members? your partner? teachers? artists? writers? friends? or someone else?  In history we have some pretty amazing role models to look to for inspiration but in this age of 'now' that we live in, do we still look at icons from yesterday?

We probably all start out by aspiring to be like the parent (or another significant person) that shares the same gender as us.  To stereotype it, for examples sake, little girls will often be seen with dolls in a stroller pretending to be just like Mummy.  I was lucky to have some strong men and women surrounding me as a child. I learnt much about being independent, questioning what was presented to me and how to care for others.

As a kid I loved watching music videos.  I recall being in pure amazement at strong females like Annie Lennox and Cyndi Lauper.  These women didn't obey the rules, instead they pushed both gender & political boundaries.  I didn't understand sexuality but I did understand 'gender roles'.  These ladies stood up to those social norms and screamed FUCK OFF!  My 9yr old self was in complete awe and I wanted to be just like them.  I knew of no other females in my circle of humans that strove for such things.  I can confidently say that these women did change my outlook on the roles females can play in society.

Throughout my school years I found myself searching for tales of people that fought and won.  Some of these were authors, artists, and some of my friends that were significantly older than I.  I have always had a thirst for knowledge of experience.  I loved the word 'why', I still do and I will never stop asking.  Questioning everything keeps me young, I am sure.  I love to hear stories, see through someone else's eyes, to try and learn a lesson from their words.  And this is the reason music will always rank so highly.  Lyrics speak volumes and during times when I had no words, certain songs spoke on my behalf.

Today I find myself inspired by strong women like Shirley Manson (more than just the front woman of rock band Garbage) and Vivienne Westwood (more than just an iconic fashion designer).  These women speak to that 9yr old in me that was besotted by the empowerment displayed by Annie & Cyndi.  In my every day life I surround myself with some of the most outstanding and amazing people one could ever hope to meet. Some of them have faced & conquered adversity that regular folk such as I can only imagine (my favourite Latin phrase "per ardua ad astra" sums it up perfectly).  Others remind me of things a bruised heart needs to remember.  Maybe they know their impact, maybe they don't.  That doesn't really matter does it?

I have asked a number of people about inspirational people in their lives.
The most common response was that their family inspired them. In general, Mums would inspire a nurturing side and Dads would inspire strength and nobility. Many of you said that you were inspired by your peers which was really heartwarming I have to say.  I even had one person tell me that they didn't look to anyone for inspiration.  My first reaction was "Wow! This individual must live so contently in their own life, amazing!"  Interestingly not many people looked up to the celebrity.  This really shocked me considering the dominant presence they hold in our day to day lives.  I learnt about some inspiring people that I had never heard of such as Nick Vujicic (you really should check out his story!).  One of the most poignant statements came from a friend who said his life was forever changed by one of his teachers....

"I was a very loud and aggressive boy. Single Mum, oldest male in family and as puberty set on I was even more aggressive and violent. Unsure now looking back if that is how I felt inside or how I thought how I am supposed to act. Played rugby and was very much prototypical boy.  The drama teacher taught me for all 5 years at high school. 2 classes by year 12. The first impression was weird and kinda soft. By the end he had taught me more about me and what being male could mean not had to be.  You know me now and probably connect with me because of the effect this teacher had on my life & self."

As I get older I really want to help others see that they have choices when their family, work, significant others and the telly tells them that they don't.  Sadly, I think that today there is a lack of significance toward the positive role model.  Maybe I am wrong (I hope I am).  

Who inspires you?

 Do you aspire to inspire? 

How?


























iris apfel
vivienne westwood
shirley manson

Friday 28 March 2014

action and drama?.... give me 80's madonna

Who really has time for drama & petty bullshit in this day and age? (and no, I'm not talking TV)  Funny how such little things can really get on your nerves though right?

Workplace drama, petty behaviour and gossip gets some people through the day.  I won't lie, I do enjoy a juicy story every now and again, who doesn't?  But you can keep the drama and pettiness. It's a real issue.  It effects productivity, lowers morale and results in a negative place that nobody wants to come to.  It never fails to astound me that some people really care THAT much about the most trivial and menial tasks.  And then I start to wonder what drives these people to care, complain and get so engrossed in the little things.  Is it a lust for power/control over others? taking advantage of a situation to have a go at others? an inability to focus on the bigger picture? or perhaps just a severe case of anal retentiveness?  

Then there is the dramatic friend, we all know of at least one.  You can never do enough for them, say the exact right thing, be there at the exact right time or be on par with their other best friends.  I used to think this was exclusive to teenage girls.  How wrong was I? Here I am at almost 40 still hearing females AND males carry on as if they were in the school yard with their he said/she said bullshit! I am left confused and can only conclude that these people must think life needs to be like it is on Neighbours or The Bold & The Beautiful.

Of course, we all see this kind of crap on facebook.  The woe is me status, the passive aggressive post purposefullly not including someone, the endless memes that state the bleeding obvious.  All of it petty and pointless.  At times it's irritating but I do my best to ignore them until..... the random politically correct type that feels the need to lay on the pièce de résistance of pettiness by labelling such things as "first world problems". No shit Sherlock! Yes, we all ONLY have first world problems.  I honestly do feel that people only say that to stir the pot and cause even more drama and/or bring focus to themselves (to be seen as superior perhaps?).


Both drama & pettiness are the uncalled-for annoyance in our every day lives.  Personally I have nil interest in getting involved with such trivialities. Drama is something I avoid at all costs.  Maybe that's because I've had more than my fare share over the years thus creating a massive shutdown and block when it arises. In saying all of  that, as much as I try and steer clear, the facts are that when dealing with humans there is always going to be some level of drama & pettiness.  It does get on my nerves and at times it drives me insane.  

My way out? I laugh whenever I can (and at whomever I choose).  I have to.  These toxic types of people will drag you down into their misery given half a chance.  They are not worth the wrinkles or sleepless nights of worry that they like to think they create.  For those that thrive on it, you can keep it and 'enjoy' it while I try and focus things I like, for example, 80's Madonna!

How do you deal with the annoying & pettiness delivered to you daily?









Thursday 20 March 2014

why ask why? (i know that i know nothing)



Scio me nihil scire (I know that I know nothing)

Does anyone know anything at all?  Me?  You? 

I don't mean that we are all running about like clueless headless chooks.  Socrates didn't think that either.  So what does "scio me nihil scire" or "I know that I know nothing" mean?

It basically means that just when you think you know it all, you don't.  We are all taught, conditioned and led to believe the notion that once we have read the book, passed the test, experienced the experience that we KNOW it.  Let's take a moment to really think about that.  How many times have you felt like you knew it, like the penny finally dropped and you knew what you had done, where you were and what lay in the future for you? 




What about that time that you first encountered love and loss?  How did you feel?



Now what about the second time?
Did you feel the same?  Exactly the same?
Or did you learn something new? 


I'm guessing that like me every time you think you know it, you finally have the answer, "fate" (or life) throws you a curve ball just to prove that you don't in fact know it all.

For me, it comes when I make bold statements like "I loathe ALL humans", "I have lost so many close to me so I am an expert at grief" or "I have done 'X' and 'Y' is always the result".  I believe that I mean it (in that moment).  I feel confident and strong in my thoughts.  Then I eventually remember that thoughts (and feelings) are not facts.  What happens next is that someone will remind me of the cracks in these statements by igniting a flame in my heart.  Yes, feel love, closeness and warmth from others.  Normally I would label this as a weakness.  That label is disrespectful.  We all have things to learn from each other because we have all had an individual experience of life.  Our prejudices blind us from this sometimes.
And it is at this point that "I know that I know nothing" becomes relevant.  Confidence and belief in oneself is nice, sure, it is important even but what is more important is to remember that life is short and we can never know everything.  My mother always said that the day I discovered the word "why" formed who I am.  To this day, I question everything and everyone.  I ache to learn and to know.  I have a desperation to ask why, often.  I am always searching for answers and even when I find them, I am still asking why? if? what?  


What is your experience with this?

Thursday 13 March 2014

then (and there)

i was beaten
i was nothing
i had a heart
you had a weapon

of choice
i said no
you didnt care
twas what you needed

then and there

wasnt always bad
you made sure of that
you had a heart
and a weapon was

your choice
did you care
within a twisted soul
was it what you wanted

then and there


Friday 7 March 2014

the naked heart

The word vulnerable comes from the latin 'vulnus' which means 'wound'. today we associate it with being in danger, at risk of attack and generally not being safe. We also say that to be emotionally 'open' is to be vulnerable. I like to think of this as a nakedness of the heart.




To expose your naked heart is a thing of beauty. It is honest & pure. There is no room for bullshit when in the company of vulnerability. It allows fear to be present without the fear controlling and/or stealing the show.  There is nothing quite as precious as sharing the deepest pain & shedding a few tears with someone, be they your best friend or a complete stranger.

We are encouraged to hide our naked heart just as we do our naked bodies once we get past the tender age of 4. Our parents, teachers, friends and the telly tells us to stand up and be strong in difficult times but I wonder what would happen if we allowed equal time to accepting a vulnerability to sit within us.  So i pass it over to you, my fellow muses.. Is vulnerability an attractive quality that you admire or something that is revolting & makes you run a mile?

Saturday 1 March 2014

in reply to Deborah Hill Cone of the NZ Herald...

This article was published in the NZ Herald regarding the recent suicide of Charlotte Dawson. Here is my reply:

Oh Deborah, what happened in this life to make you so bitter and nasty towards Charlotte Dawson?  Surely you don't actually believe that someone who so openly discussed her struggles actually completed suicide based on something as flippant as a fear of looking older? I quote you "It is hard being 47. At the crisis of middle age, losing your sexual currency, becoming invisible."  I guess the attraction of the 'cougar' isn't something you are familiar with?


Are you suggesting when approaching 50, people are no longer sexual creatures? no longer desired? no longer worthy? or just so unattractive that they might as well be invisible? Or are you only talking about women? I only ask because I wonder what you would say if it were someone like George Clooney that took his life.  I did read your column on the suicide of respected defense lawyer, Greg King and you seemed to have a bit more compassion and open thought. Why aren't we talking about Greg's sexuality?  Is that because Greg was a man? a lawyer? clever (by your judgement)? And since you aren't one adverse to personal attacks (or is that just ok after someone has completed suicide?), I wonder if your views on Charlotte Dawson and the focus on her losing her "sexual currency" are more to do with you feeling like you are losing your "sexual currency" after your husband left you.

I did my homework, I know you have suffered mild depression (as you put it) twice and I am sorry that you had to endure the torment that depression can bring. I too have suffered depression, on and off for many years.  Sometimes medication helped and sometimes it didn't. That's not really relevant or interesting to anyone else but me is it? I firmly believe that the media need to stay out of the Doctor's office.  After all, they are the ones who have done the training and hear all the details of our ups and downs.

Since we are talking about the most vulnerable and fragile of states, depression that leads to suicide, is it really wise to spout, so vehemently, ones own views on what would help those who are in such a state?  How would you feel if someone who was in an unsafe situation read your article about Charlotte Dawson and came to the conclusion that you were right, that after a certain age they are useless? that if they no longer can pull a younger man their lives are meaningless? that if a woman is childless she has failed?  We, as a society and as women, need to look at what is behind insidious low self esteem. It can manifest as an obsession in ones image, an eating disorder and it can lead to suicide.  You are an educated woman Deborah, one who has some experience with feeling low, surely you have an ability to see behind what is presented on face value.  Or maybe you don't?


I don't agree that "ageing is brutal".  Ageing is a privilege, one that not everyone gets to experience.  Sure, I admit that I am not a massive fan of wrinkles and sagging breasts but I consider myself extremely lucky to be alive with an ability to use my voice.  That voice, as I am sure you know, develops as we age and experience hardships and/or trauma.  

Suicide awareness, prevention and the reporting of it is something that requires urgent global attention.  Mental illness and it's complexities is not something any of us should call judgement on because we don't really know the depths of anyone's battles.  We can only know what they share with us.  It is the responsibility of the media to take care when reporting on such issues and I trust your employer will take note of this.




Tuesday 25 February 2014

celebrity suicide & the media

I will start this off respectfully by saying, poor Charlotte & her grieving loved ones. I hope the family are given the space and time they need without the hideous press knocking on their doors.

I will bang on about suicide awareness and prevention for the rest of my days, that is for sure. What has really pissed me off is the looming question of "how did she do it" and now that we know how she did it, we shall pass a judgement and comment. Since when was it the right of the public to know how anyone spends their final hours? Charlotte like many celebrities (and non-celebrities) before her completed suicide. Note that I refuse to use the word 'committed' as I do not see suicide as a crime but rather a tragic end to one's battle with their inner demons.

It has been on my mind and I debated whether or not to comment on Charlotte's death. This isn't really about her though is it? It is more about the hunger the public has to know every intimate detail of celebrity life and death. It is disgusting! How she completed the act is irrelevant to me, just as it is when someone dies of cancer or a stroke or any other disease for that matter.  They died. It is sad and horrible for those close to that person.  Do I need to know how your uncle, grandparent, friend or pet spent their final day and what the final complication was that took them from this life? I don't. I just know that I am sad for you, for them and for anyone effected.

How anyone spends their last moments in this life is not up for public speculation, gossip or judgement. I wish the media could be forced to not report on methods of suicide but rather focus on the tragedy that suicide brings our community.  I read about Charlotte's method of suicide via facebook and it made me terribly sad. I know it also triggered emotions and flashbacks for people I know and care about dearly. Pretty sure this is not the goal of suicide.  From what I have read suicide is about ending suffering (not life), so why does our media insist on inflicting suffering on others that might be vulnerable and/or sensitive to this kind of detail?  Suicide is not a rare event. Chances are we are all going to know a few people that have attempted it and probably some who go through with it.  I don't know what we can do to make our media respectful to both the dead and those that are left behind but something needs to change. It needs to change now.

And because this is my blog and I am focusing on doing what I can for those in crisis, please check out my fundraising page here. If you have been bereaved by suicide and want to chat with others who have been through it too you can join my support group here. Thank you. Xx

Wednesday 12 February 2014

forbidden

oh i could just fade into you
your words melt me 
and leave me
aching, 
i'm wanting more of you

she tells me you are like forbidden fruit
a sin of flesh
full of seduction and desire

and here we are
de ligno autem scientiae boni et mali
who decides the definition
 what is right and who is wrong?
i'm wanting more of you

you are the lump in my throat
a shame to manifest
i will be banished from the garden


is the attraction inflamed
by the shouldn't
the couldn't
the wouldn't...
but we might, mightn't we?
 
oh i am drawn into you
your words engulf me
and leave me
dreaming,
i've got more of you