Seeing through the mist of the past to the person standing before you

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Human nature, call it what you will, we humans seem to go through life gathering up a perception of how people are, a race, a gender, a culture, a nation.  Before we know it this gathering becomes a mist before our perceptual eyes clouding our vision of the reality and truth of the person standing right in front of us.

Sad isn’t it?

How many opportunities of knowing someone great have we lost of that mist?

It is one of my pet irritants but I too am guilty of doing this.  I realised a couple of years and not in a gentle manner either.  I ended up hurting someone that I now treasure deep in my heart because I believed that they were just like all the other women in my life, oh how wrong was I!

I never trusted anyone, everyone was going to hurt me in some way it was just a question of when

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Men were always not to be trusted because they were Jekyll and Hydes.  One moment all sweet until they get what they want and then their true character pops out to say a big hello and crush your heart, be they brother, father, friend or partner, didn’t matter.

Women will always show love only to use it against you for their own gain.  Manipulators to the extreme, worse than men, they’ll give you a one armed hug while the other is stabbing you deep in the back.

Those were my main clouds that have prevented me more times than I can count from getting to know great human beings.  There are many of us that carry our pasts into our presents oblivious of the restrictions we put upon ourselves by doing so.

Men for instance get to know one type of woman and history repeats itself, a woman only wants their money, wants to use them for their own gain, critize, manipulate and all for their own gain.

Women believe perhaps as I used to, men can’t be trusted, just out for the shag and once they got it then they get real comfy.  Men are adulterous and egotistical, manipulative and aggressive, they expect the women to do all the housework with little or no thanks, they expect women to be slaves.

There are many many “gripe-perceptions” as I call them, the list is endless upon endless…

Hand in hand with this mist goes the one where we start to get to know the person, perceptions in hand, waiting for them to prove us right.  “Any moment now they are going to show us that we were right all along, that they are who we think they are not who they really are.  Any moment“.  A person will always meet what we expect them to because we will search high and low for any minuscule thing that fits our own agenda’s and by doing so we are doing the very thing we think they are doing.  We are being the ones we think they are.

What if we take one person at a time and spend a few moments without our perceptions at our sides?

What would we find?

What if we were to look through everything we think they are and try to see who they really are?

What would we find?

No easy task but one I personally try to do each day that I awake.  Through trying each day I have managed to meet some genuine people that most definitely do not meet my perceived ideas of who they should be.

If we aren’t careful we lose the very people in our lives that mean more to us than we realise with the gap in our lives only being felt once they have departed.

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Sad isn’t it?

The kiss of the white feather

imageThis morning I awoke to sunshine filtering through my window looking out over  the fairytale garden, the birds were chirping with happiness in melody. Beautiful. I rolled out of bed and crawled down the stairs heading for the kitchen in need of my morning coffee and a seat in the garden with the special fairies.

I sat outside for many moments filled with wonder.  The site before me danced in beauty through sun rays dancing on the colours of all the living things.  As I sat staring I felt myself take a deep breath and I felt something fill me that I have never felt in 30 years of living.

I was filled with love, I felt it in every ember of my being, it was in every cell of my body and soul. Love.

Love for all things right there in the garden, the birds chirping and the leaves rustling, the stream flowing towards the end and the grass bending towards the sun. Love.

Love for all those in my life, the people who have shown me what it feels like to be loved unconditionally, without strings or restraint. Love.

Love for the people in the world I am yet to meet, people who will change the world just by being in it, by living and growing, doing their best and trying to make the world a better place. Love.

Love for the children of the world who are yet to experience the love I have felt this year. Pure love.

Love for the future I am going to have, for the things on my path that will take me to where I need to be, for my purpose and for the plan. Love.

Sitting on the bench this morning I was filled with wonder, filled with thankfulness for each single person who has come into my life, for their gifts of friendship and truth.

I am who I am today because of you, each and every single one of you. I am thankful.

The wonder of it all both before my eyes and my soul filled me with a peace I have never experienced in my life before.  As the tears flowed down my cheeks  a small white feather floated down and kissed my nose fluttering down to my feet.

A small white feather, the final key to a release of symbolic evolution to my soul, a spiritual awakening of rebirth to a new world filled with love and hope.

The symbol of angels…

I looked down once more towards my feet and the feather was gone, all that remained was the lightness felt deep within me and a warmth never felt a Christmas before.

Love.

Thank you

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The Weekly Fruit Salad 05

I am getting the impression that some of you believe that I am a cookie addict. So I will come clean with all of you. I may have a cookie in my mouth right now (yes chocolate chip) but by no means am I an addict. It is only my third for the day and it is 12pm so how can I be huh?

Thanks all for your support with my lifestyle change to non-smoker-me. Saw my cousins yesterday for the first time in years (my whole family practically lives overseas) and they were so funny – apparently I smell better now that I don’t smoke (thanks guys and there I was thinking its was my Givenchy Irresistible).

image Apologies if I come across more loopy than usual, it has been raining solidly for who knows how long now. Our Lego house is leaking, 10,000 20,000 in Cape Town are homeless and canoes/inflatable boats have been added to the available forms of transport… If you have a big yellow ball in the sky please send him in my direction even if it is just for half an hour… please I beg you! One has to laugh through the pain though, there is no other way… oh and before I forget, if you happen to spot Spud out tanning please thank him from me for reminding me of my distant memory of the sun. *sniff sniff* No seriarsely, I am once again glow in the dark, my tan has gone poof and I need to wear my sunglasses in the shower it is so bad!!! Hmmm maybe the secret will help?

Words are an important part of our lives and I realise that at times I do “speak” funny. Apologies, if at any time you don’t understand a word that I have twisted please shout (not too loudly as I am going deaf). I have come to accept the fact that I can be a total lexecutioner, cruel I know. Writing is merely thoughts right… so what does that say about my mind? (Yes I am expecting the jacket delivery shortly).

This week has definitely been an interesting one, I’ve even become an American-African after doing a quick test on the “culture”. Hope you all had a fantastic Independence day. Most of the “American” blogs had something worded about this day and what it meant to them, so many that I fear listing them all but one, perhaps because it is broader in nature and a subject closer to my heart… Impendence for the world – Thanks Hayden that really made my day.

image Do you guys realise that the latest note being printed in Zim is 50 billion? Imagine paying 30 million for a roll of toilet paper… hmmm… Our local cartoonists Madam & Eve released this the comic on the left today – true classic… yip time to face reality Boblet! (Click on the image to see it full screen)

Ok I didn’t mean to get all depressing, the state of Africa does get me down so when I get a chance to zip through Paris it brings big smiles to my face and lifts my mood beyond the soil I find my ass sitting on. Can anyone tell me if the world is getting any happier, please, someone???

Back to the topic of America, I must admit that I am in total shock. The land of the free and you only get 2 weeks imagevacation time a year??? Hello? Come again? Something is really wrong with this picture, seriarsely wrong… Even South Africa has more leave days, we get 3 weeks by law and then companies add more on… am shocked to say the least but then again we also legalized same sex marriages back in 2006. Guess it’s always a give and take, we have freedoms such as those but then we live behind bars *shrug*.

Virgo’s are pedantic (apparently) right but don’t bad manners irk everyone else as well? No am not being rude about all other star signs I promise. It is just that when I sit opposite someone who chews with his mouth open, food spitting out across the table in my direction, I get an intense need to hug a white bowl. Is it bad when a man just pushes past you to get through a door almost knocking you to your feet?? Or kids/adults/humans swear and show little respect, if not bully tactics? How about simple thank you’s and the word please? Am I the only one??? Hmm perhaps I am just a b.i.t.c.h. who needs some zen.

image Perhaps having manners has a lot to do with a persons upbringing or is it more to do with the fact that one has respect for others (including the proverbial environment). We often forget that showing respect builds relationships instead of breaking them down. Perhaps rude people (aerosols) weren’t cherished by parents, siblings or partners as kids or as adults – what do you think?

Life, love, friendships, relationships, humans really, all have their own rhythm. You and I may be similar but there will always be a few beats that differ. We often try to change it, map it, bend it but at the end of the day it is what it is and we get to choose to love it unconditionally and accept it/them or not. Once we have made the decision as to which we choose we then begin to beat a stronger rhythm, we are more in melody, happier. Sometimes it is perhaps more about what and who we make priority than anything else, perhaps it is self love before all others.

Deeps has finally accepted that she is touched in the head, you are truly special but perhaps it is just the fact that we have decided to remain kids forever… or perhaps not. I shan’t say to much with regards to what I think of her recent posts, she might get a big head.

Personally if Deeps was my kid I’d erm ok well… she is cute (brownie points?). Talking about kids though, the idea of having my own does scare me and who can blame me when one starts to think about what society is like these days. Then added to that is the question of whether you can party with them or not. I don’t know, it is just really scary, remember the manners part as well – just how much do you have to teach these sample humans???

Health yurgh ok it used to be when it was all those big words that I had to whip out my medical translator for, these days its way more easier with Amber’s Medical “Files”. Simple and easy to understand everyday thingiemabobs that make all the more sense and make me feel more intelligent medically speaking (yes I will still see a doc but these are good!)

That’s the last week for me, there have been sooooooo many good, amazing, excellent posts all of which I must thank you. You kept me in/sane and I hope you have a wikkid week ahead (Am still waiting for that photo of Joy, will pay)

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