Hello Friends
Honestly in this age of aspiration and progress I’ve gone further out in to the hemisphere of insanity. I’m so done with trying to better myself all the time. I’m a fan of positive thinking and spiritual practices, learning and solving problems in the pursuit of happiness. It seems a bit preachy to me at the moment at least since a rather hormonal time this month and Mother’s Day looming. I see that at this low ebb I struggle to get through or improve or fix things. And have been sensitive that everything and everybody wants to help in fixing or improving not only my situations but it seems this approach to the dark side is prelevant in everything Politics, religion,society etc I wanted to share this what I think is a possible menopausal insight that is the constant striving for perfection feels like a bit of a psychological obsession. Demonising all that is uncomfortable and undesirable. Life includes the good bad and everything in between I’m feeling quite liberated that I’m getting off my own back a bit with trying to be a better person in a variety of ways. Just want to share the jpy of embracing all that you are good bad and indifferent 😐
A story by Izzy
Live Forever
Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.
Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.
The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.
One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.
The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.
Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.
The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.
She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.
So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.
The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.
One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.
She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.
She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.
One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?
With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.
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Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.
One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End
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