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The A-Z of Life – Soul Mates

Do you believe in soul mates?souls

Do you believe that we all have a perfect match somewhere in the world?

It’s like finding the ying to your yang, the salt to your pepper, etc.

I do.

I believe that we all have that perfect match.

Someone with whom, if we are lucky enough to find them amongst the however many billion people live on this planet, we instantly know it is right.

The Greek philosopher Plato famously wrote about soul mates in his Symposium:

“According to Greek Mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

Sometimes we search for several lifetimes to find our other halves.

And when we meet them, I would imagine that one would be struck by a feeling, difficult to describe, but even though you hardly know each other, you feel some underlying connection, be it mental, or otherwise, and a sense of belonging and desire.

Another filling to add to the sandwich that is soul mates, is that they are, essentially, a reflection of you. Your mirror image, so to speak. Someone that reflects both good and bad of ourselves.

By reminding us that we are by no means perfect, in their opposing nature, but highlighting the differences so to speak our ‘soul mate’ gives us the opportunity to grow.

Just like ying and yang, I believe soul mates are opposites who attract, come together and complete each other by making one whole from two halves!

 

 

 

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Wimbledon

… the 2 weeks every year where everyone (sweeping generalisation) in the UK becomes an armchair tennis expert, and the media go into hyper-drive when British players reach the 2ndWimbledon week, and positively catatonic should they reach the semi’s or the final itself.

In all honesty I love Wimbledon, always have done.

When I was little I wanted to be a ball girl at the championships, but unfortunately I didn’t live in the vicinity of SW19 or go to school there!

I do play tennis, although I haven’t picked up a racket in years, unless you can count carrying SC’s to his tennis lessons!

And being a girl, of course the best bit of watching men’s tennis is the close-up shot of their backsides as they get ready to return a serve. Choosing a top backside would be very difficult, mmmm, possibly a toss-up between Stefan Edberg and Pat Cash though.

As for this year’s tournament, well it is literally anyone’s guess – especially with all the injuries, players have been dropping like flies.

I reckon though the men’s final will be between Djokovic and Murray (hopefully with a Murray win – if nothing more than to shut the press up for the next 73 years!)

Women’s competition, Serena Williams looks favourite.

Such a busy weekend lies ahead – Wimbledon, British Grand Prix, and possibly more importantly the new series of Top Gear on Sunday  – excited? I am 😉

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Friday Poem – A Dream Lies Dead

dreamThis poem by Dorothy Parker is lovely. This poem beautifully expresses how we feel when we lose something we wanted.

 

A Dream Lies Dead

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go

Before this place, and turn away your eyes,

Nor seek to know the look of that which dies

Importuning life for life. Walk not in woe,

But, for a little, let your step be slow.

And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise

With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.

A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

 

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-

Though white of bloom as it had been before

And proudly waitful of fecundity-

One little loveliness can be no more;

And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head

Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!

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Separated at Birth?

…or is this just me?

I happened to walk into the living room whilst my dad was watching the Spain -v- Italy match on television. The camera panned to the Italian manager (Cesare Prandelli) and I said that I didn’t realise that the guy who plays Bob Hope in Emmerdale had another job.

Tony Audenshaw.jpg   Prandelli6

 

 

Now is it just me, or does anyone else think they have a striking resemblance?

 

 

What other unlikely combinations do you think could have been separated at birth?

 

 

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The A-Z of Life – Respect

R.E.S.P.E.C.T. find out what it means to me – goes the song.

Well first and foremost I believe we have to respect ourselves. If we don’t no one else will.

I believe we should respect our elders, be they teachers, superiors at work, or even just the little old lady at the bus stop. That’s what I was brought up to think and I shiver at the thought that children these days are not being brought up to respect their elders.

If, as parents, we do not teach our children to automatically respect their elders (not necessarily because they are their betters, but because they happen to be older and perhaps more wise in the ways of the world) we are perhaps failing in our parental duties by sending out the signal that children demand automatic respect from adults and that adults have to earn that respect rather than the other way around.

I remember at secondary school (and this was only  in the 80s) having to stand up as soon as the teacher walked in the room. It was an automatic, no questions asked, response and certainly the thought that the teacher had to earn our respect before we would stand up for them never crossed our minds. And yet a couple of years ago I remember some hoo-ha in the paper about a boy being suspended from school because he had refused to stand up when a teacher walked in (the new head had just instilled this as a school rule) and the father (probably about my age) rather than agreeing with the head sided with his son saying teachers needed to earn respect.

And when it comes to relationships I firmly believe we need to respect our partners and would like to think that a good relationship was one that is:

Romantic

Enjoyable

Sincere

Passionate

Enchanting

Connected

Tender

 

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The A-Z of Life – Quitting

quittingIs “quitting” a dirty word?

Should we be ashamed if we quit?

If you ask a sportsman the answer is probably “yes” – after all quitters never win!

That indeed is true in one sense, but what, if you have tried all avenues and you still end up facing the wall in front of you, no higher up it, or further along to the end than when you started?

Should you still try to overcome the obstacle?

Should you strategically think about the obstacle?

Why is it so difficult to overcome?

Is it the obstacle that is the problem, or you?

If, indeed, it is the obstacle that is the problem, then surely “quitting” is not a bad thing?

Doesn’t it just means you get to shift your focus onto something more important, or maybe something less difficult to overcome? After all you can’t climb a mountain in one leap, you need to take little steps and often traverse the mountain sideways before moving further up towards the summit and the goal!

If it is you that is the problem though, what then?

Surely in this case quitting is a bad thing, because if you don’t even try, for whatever reason, doesn’t that make for a life filled with regrets and what ifs?

What is holding you back?

What deep-rooted “problem” (for want of a better word) is preventing you from, sometimes even just trying to get somewhere?

In my case, the answer is that I never truly believe in me.

I put obstacles in my way. Extra obstacles that I have to overcome as well as the original task at hand. It’s always a case of I can’t do this, I’m not very good at that, I’m not pretty, I’m not clever enough, I’ll never be the type of girl that someone will adore, etc.

So when I try to overcome these extra obstacles I still have the original obstacle in my way, still as big and ominous.

That is not to say I never try anything, but I have to be passionate about and truly believe in whatever it is I am trying to achieve and then I will throw my heart and soul into trying to make it work.

Most of the time though, I do end up with egg on my face, looking like a complete idiot and feeling like a complete failure.

So, I end up still not believing in me.

And if I don’t believe in me, who else will, right?

It is a vicious circle.

Sometimes, I feel like I’ve just about had enough of everything that’s been thrown at me, and yes, I feel like quitting!

Quitting life, quitting people, quitting everything.

But if truth be told, I am not a quitter!

I may not believe in myself, but I try to not give up unless I have given it every last ounce of my fighting spirit.

There are, of course exceptions and some things that are not worth fighting for, generally things that I never really wanted in the first place – like the job or the part in the play – just because my heart wasn’t and wouldn’t be in it, and I don’t tend to feel too bad about them, because deep down I never really wanted it.

I am about the see the light and get rid of the contract that has been weighing me down for the last 3 years. I have thrown every artillery shell and bit of arsenal I have at my disposal at it, and yet the damn thing is still unmovable. So, I have decided enough is enough – it was becoming bad for my stress levels and general health and well-being.

I may have been defeated but I have not failed. I think of it as having lost a particular battle, but that doesn’t mean I will not go on fighting. I still have faith and dreams 😉

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Rainbows

“Mummy, I know how rainbows are made?” said SC as we were in the car yesterday.rainbow

“How’s that then?” I replied, wondering whether I would be stunned by his physics knowledge about refracting light through raindrops, etc.

“There’s glue in the sky!”

“I’m sorry, did you say there’s blue in the sky?” I asked, as he had mumbled beneath the din of the CD which at the time was playing “Rock the Casbah” (one of his favourites) and I wasn’t sure what he had said.

“No mummy, there’s glue in the sky, and then what happens is all the raindrops stick to the glue and make a rainbow.”

What a lovely thought, why didn’t I think of that? 😉

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Friday Poem – The Road Not Taken

Probably Robert Frost’s most famous and most misunderstood poem – “The Road Not Taken”.woods

If you read it carefully it doesn’t actually say he took the road less travelled! The description of the paths at the beginning of the poem pretty much state they were both as worn as each other. It is only at the end he says that he shall state he took the road less travelled, but in reality he doesn’t know which one would have been.

As for roads to be taken be they less travelled or not, we all make our own roads in life and need faith to believe that it is the right path for us. We can take the wrong direction sometimes, and if it is wrong then we ultimately end back on our original path. However, if we don’t end up on the original path, maybe it wasn’t a wrong turn after all, and we just need to keep faith and believe that where we are going is the right place for us.

And sometimes, our roads merge with other people’s roads which make the journey just that little bit brighter and more fun 😉

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Love is Like – Alcohol

First and probably foremost, love is an addiction, just as much as other addictions. alcohol

After all everyone is constantly searching for their next fix!

But like alcohol everyone has their own unique tastes when it comes to it:

Some may prefer a cool, crisp, dry white wine (I’m thinking David Duchovny – very preppy)

Whilst other may prefer a dark, full-bodied, inviting red wine (probably along the lines of Keanau Reeves – dark and broody)

Then of course there’s a Rose – a light feminine wine but it hits all the right notes (definitely the metro sexual here, someone in tune with their feminine side – David Beckham please stand up)

Obviously, everyone has a dalliance they are not particularly proud of, now that would be like drinking the cheapest plonk out there – seriously as near to methanol as you could possibly get – think Thunderbird!!

With spirits you go for the slow intoxication of the senses until everything is numb and you have no idea what planet you are on and all you can think of is the warmth you feel radiating from your centre.

If you prefer shots – you must like it fast and furious – over as soon as it starts type thing – and you just keep going back for more!

Cocktails assume the personality of someone who likes to mix it up (and yes, I am going to go for a whole list of cocktail clichés now) – sex on the beach followed by an earthquake which will induce a screaming orgasm and several other orgasms. Then whilst you are enjoying a bit of hanky-panky with your savoy affair, the old Etonian will place you in the sidecar of his Vesper Martini and drive up Pall Mall and take you for a long slow screw up against a wall (I could go on, but I won’t – who knew there were so many ‘names’ for cocktails?)

Then we up the game and head for champagne.

The upper echelon of the alcohol kingdom.

Dizzy, fizzy and totally out of your league – but we should all taste champagne at some point in our life. I like pink champagne 😉

Not that I drink – I’ve sipped pink champagne at weddings and do like it better than normal champagne – but on the whole I don’t drink at all.

And therein methinks lies the rub.

No addiction to alcohol = no addiction to love.

(I’m stuffed! 😉 )

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The A-Z of Life – Passion

Take your passion, and make it happen – to coin the song 😉passion

I’m not talking about relationship passion – because everyone knows that that initial intenseness fizzles out eventually and you’re either left with roots entwined with someone who has become your best friend or nothing.

I’m talking about being passionate about something – be it creative or otherwise.

Being passionate about something gives us an outlet from the hum-drum of normal life where we, more often than not, live to work rather than work to live.

That passion gives us our spark. Our reason for keeping going when stress gets too much.

I have always been passionate about the theatre. I love it. I could eat, sleep and breathe it 24 hours a day given half the chance.

I always wanted to be an actress, when I was younger, and yes I will admit it probably was for the illusion of glamour that surrounds the profession.

I joined various local am-dram societies, but despite that there was always something niggling inside, a flame burning away inside, I wanted more than just what I had.

My drama teacher, very wisely told me to go to university and get a career behind me before even attempting ‘life as an actress’ – and to be brutally honest, that was the best advice I have ever had – it meant that I was not reliant on the audition I walked into being the means to paying bills for the next month.

Eventually, I did go to drama school. It was hard, boy was it tough. They break you to build you and every single person on my course went through the “why am I doing this?” phase, we all felt we were not good enough at some stage.

Of course, when I left, there were no agents beating a path to my door, no big Hollywood producer calling – although I live in hope Stephen Spielberg will return my call one day 😉

I got the odd job here and there, but certainly not enough to keep the wolves from the door, so I was lucky I had my ‘career’ to return to.

The theatre though continues to be my passion. Whether I’m watching it, or doing it. There’s something about the moment the curtain goes up – it always brings tears of excitement to my eyes.

Nowadays, for me, it isn’t about the glamour, but merely that fact that it probably is the one thing I am (not being big-headed) pretty good at!

I am nearly free from the shackles of my contract (it certainly will be a relief to have the millstone removed from around my neck) and I am working on updating my ‘acting’ stuff and seeing if I can’t get the odd job here and there again – it’s been far too long.

The other thing that has recently become a passion is writing.

At school my English reports always said I lacked imagination, and that my structure of essays left much to be desired. Still I managed a reasonable B in English Language at O’Level and C in English Lit. (yes I am that old to have taken O’Levels!)

Having written various blogs for the past couple of years I have surprised myself at how, sometimes, the words seem to just flow – after enduring my school years struggling to find any inspiration whatsoever. I suppose that is the benefit of ‘life experience’ – it makes some topics much easier to write about.

So the next big(ish) project I am going to tackle is writing a book.

I’ve got a couple of ideas for fictional novels, so I’m going to see where the words take me.

Passion comes from within and sometimes that passion leads us on journeys we never knew we could, or would take.

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