Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell. Edward Abbey

16 February 2015

It is only those who have been shouted at by fundamentalists who would really understand the joy and glee these guys are feeling. Love this pic.

Protesting hate

28 October 2014

Thank goodness I discovered Jeff Brown

"I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond.
In this love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual practice, a devotional expression of our God-self."

19 August 2014

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier (a tip of the hat to The Killers)

I am not a soldier
I'm a souldja

I am no worrier
I'm a warrior

I have mercy
But I'm not a mercenary

I'm aligned
I'm a lion


20 June 2014

I've not blogged for ages. Once you start writing formally, then keeping one's blog fresh becomes an absolute luxury.

I was inspired to write a post today, because someone commented on one of my old posts and said they enjoyed my writing.

So I'm feeling all inspired again.

Here's what's on my mind.

The imminent joyous celebration of the June Solstice which takes place tomorrow - around 1pm in my time zone. And on a Saturday too. What more could I ask for? A weekend Solstice. A time to honour the Earth, to reconnect and heal. I will also gather some herbs. Despite being mid-winter this is a fantastic time to harvest herbs in SA.

Will see what I can co-create tomorrow.

27 January 2014

The source of my "otherness" took even me by surprise

I have always felt different. As a child I thought I was different because I was shy, or because I wore boy's clothes, or because I was not interested in girly things. In high school I thought I was different because I came from the wrong side of town, or because I had crushes on the other girls and not on boys like my friends.

In my twenties I thought I was different because I was gay. Then I came out the closet and made friends with other gay people and I realised that I was unlike them as well... in may ways. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed being around other gay people, but there was still a niggling sense that I was different from them too.

So, in my thirties I decided I must be different because of my politics. I was different because I was an anarchist and I saw the world through a different political and social lens. I thought this might be it, but I still didn't really, really know why I felt so very different to others.

In my forties, after a long and arduous journey through messy relationships and taxing work environments, not ideally suited to me, that I finally realised that I am different because I have Asperger's syndrome. What a journey! What a relief!

Most people start understanding themselves earlier on in life. For me it's been a much longer, slower journey. I spent a lot of time in relationships where I just became a chameleon. I became whoever my partner was. Time and again. (This characteristic is typical of many Aspergirls ie women with Aspergers or high functioning autism. (Ref: Rudi Simone, Aspergirls, book.)

I have finally arrived at the point where I feel I understand myself. I am centred. I am happy to the core. I embrace my shortcomings, my need for order and routine, my sensory difficulties, my need for time out and many other little preferences are all fine by me now. It's who I am.