Reading the signs

 I know I'm repeating myself but hey, it's my blog! How often do we realize the implications of not reading and understanding the signs. "Ice on Road" read it, understand it and ignore it at your peril but at least you have been made aware of the situation and can react accordingly. Don't read it and you could be in for one big surprise. That's an easy one the difficult ones are the unwritten signs, the body language, the words left unsaid. All signs, all as important in our daily lives as the ice on road sign. The problem is that these signs are far too easy to miss, more so in this age of interaction at a distance. OK we can type "lol" and "sigh" in our emails and messages but that's not quite the same as seeing the slight drop of the shoulders or narrowing of eyes that may accompany them in real life.These are the signs that make all the difference in our communication and they are lost, they never make it through the keyboard in so many of our daily interactions. They are the signs which make all the difference between being in the light or, sadly, in the dark.

Failed

I said in my last post that I would return to the "feminist issue" after I had reorganised my thoughts, it being such an emotive issue.....well I've failed and only succeeded in thinking myself round in circles. Perhaps at some stage in the future I'll return to it.

Once a feminist.....always a feminist

This has been in my mind since a conversation with a friend one evening. I can't remember how the subject came up and I had to delve back into my past for answers to a couple of his questions. I can't imagine what, today, men must think of the feminists of the 60's. Perhaps they look on them with something approaching horror - I know I do. Watching Ashes to Ashes brought home to me how awful the workplace could be for a woman - and yes I have worked alongside men who regarded women as the tea makers/decoration or worse and thought nothing of it. So the feminist movement took hold and men were derided and belittled at every opportunity. I remember well that if a man had the temerity to hold a door open, offer his seat on a bus or stand when a woman entered the room he was treated to scowls or ignored if he was lucky; if not so lucky he might have "felt the sharp edge" of the woman's tongue. So sad that common courtesy should have been trampled on. This is the wrong sort of feminism, it was/is guaranteed to offend, to incite a form of hatred towards women. Is hatred too strong a word? I'm not a man, I can't say.
I'm feeling now that I have entered a minefield... I need to rethink, reorganise my thoughts... I'll be back... But in the meantime I think that the answer to my title is "no".

Peace

This weekend sees me alone, the rest of the family have dispersed in different directions, pursuing their own pleasures. So what to do, what to do??  There is a list in my head of things to do when time permits. What's the betting that not one of those things gets done?! I shall dream and potter in the garden carrying the camera around, just in case something catches my eye.

Recognition

Strange isn't it how often you don't get the recognition from the one person that matters to you the most ? Strange too that this can follow you through life............

Return

At long last I have summoned up the enthusiasm to return to the gym. Why it has taken me so long I can't imagine, having a wardrobe full of clothes I can't get into should have been enough of a spur!! But as the PT says, that is now a closed book and I am to look forward to being trimmer and fitter - for once I will endeavour to do as I am told! ;)

Re-enactment.

How much in life would you like to re-enact, faithfully, to the letter?  Just a thought...........




                                                          

Blue

The best kind.......

A trip to a Bluebell wood lifts the heart. Thousand upon thousand of these wonderful little flowers carpeting the woodland floor. To photograph them is not so easy, but rewarding if you get it right......... I might go back tomorrow for another attempt!

Heart

It's what you need on a grey day, a heart to turn to, that beats to the same rhythm as yours...........

Meaning

Oh how I wish I could say what I mean.
You know.... the things that tumble around in your mind but never quite make it to your mouth! And how you wish you were brave enough to say them, but you don't. Usually for fear of the consequences, both to yourself and to the recipient. So they remain unsaid and you remain strangely unsatisfied. They continue their tumble round your brain, brooding. Leaving you feeling inadequate, foolish, a failure, annoyed, frustrated. Worst of all of course is that others are totally unaware of your state of mind, of your confusion and inability to articulate. So to them everything may be just fine. And if you ever should find the courage to get these thoughts gathered and spoken, the response is likely to be.... "well you should have said before"  Oh that it were so easy......................

The time of the year

                                                          

           

Accept

We have to do a lot of it in our lives - accept. The most important of all is that we accept each other for who we are.

A visit

The visit in question was to the Chiropodist. The outcome was mixed, a case of "its got to get worse before it gets better" so I have to return next week to have more treatment. In the meantime moving about is painful but not impossible. I need roller skates instead of shoes!