Thursday, 19 April 2012
Moment by moment..
It gets easier to live in the moment when you realise there are times when you have very little control.
When you realise that your life can be changed in an instant... in ways you’d love, and in ways you would perhaps rather not.
I’ve been rather busy of late.
In some ways I’ve been watching the world move around me in ways I could both imagine... perhaps dream..yet almost not imagine.
Someone once said that the universe will always work in our favour. Even when we don’t think it will.
Easy to say at times..harder to believe at others.
I guess that’s when we are required to show our true strength of character.
Today is a day of opposites perhaps
It’s my son’s birthday. Happy Birthday Ij, 26 today.
I’m juggling two large pieces of work which has me spending what seems like additional hours in the tub... thinking.
To be honest ...I think morning noon and night, so I’m a little surprised I’m able to string a coherent sentence, or logical conversation together.
But I am..and long may that continue.. I like to talk:).. sometimes
I thought about the words, I love you. I wondered how many of us become so accustomed to saying it that it loses meaning. Can it ever? I guess.. if it’s not felt, meant or truly genuine it can. No.. scratch that.. it cannot. It’s not the concept or the reality.. but those in possession or not.
I wondered If when we say it , we really know what we're saying, and whether or not it’s reflected in our actions.
For me, if I tell another ‘I love you, it's a statement; in a nutshell that encompasses the whole damn world. All that love is. Is what is meant. Its breadth and depth. Three little words, packed with the power of the universe I guess.
Am I being extreme!?!.. perhaps.
But then today , is a day of opposites.
Well.. I can honestly say I’ve never overused it, abused it, and should never refuse it... should you ever wish to say it to me.. standing half naked on a beach.. or on the top of the empire state building with a megaphone( okay.. as you can see I’m off on one... trust me.. right now I’m logical in shorts bursts)
Anyway...
I’m happy inside right now.. a little stressed maybe ... but content.
Yet... someone somewhere feels the opposite to me right now.
So... whoever you may be.. there will be a time when that will change. And I will feel as you.. perhaps.
I’m very very proud to see others who never felt they could.. take the reigns in their lives. I’ve been working with someone, and she no longer needs me. Truth is, she never did, just thought she did.
Funny really... she couldn’t see in herself what was clear to everyone else. Her potential.
Still, nothing ever happens before the time..and that is definitely true even in my own life.
I see that now.
I read Rory’s post, which kind of triggered this post.
I hope your okay Rory.
Life huh
When you realise that your life can be changed in an instant... in ways you’d love, and in ways you would perhaps rather not.
I’ve been rather busy of late.
In some ways I’ve been watching the world move around me in ways I could both imagine... perhaps dream..yet almost not imagine.
Someone once said that the universe will always work in our favour. Even when we don’t think it will.
Easy to say at times..harder to believe at others.
I guess that’s when we are required to show our true strength of character.
Today is a day of opposites perhaps
It’s my son’s birthday. Happy Birthday Ij, 26 today.
I’m juggling two large pieces of work which has me spending what seems like additional hours in the tub... thinking.
To be honest ...I think morning noon and night, so I’m a little surprised I’m able to string a coherent sentence, or logical conversation together.
But I am..and long may that continue.. I like to talk:).. sometimes
I thought about the words, I love you. I wondered how many of us become so accustomed to saying it that it loses meaning. Can it ever? I guess.. if it’s not felt, meant or truly genuine it can. No.. scratch that.. it cannot. It’s not the concept or the reality.. but those in possession or not.
I wondered If when we say it , we really know what we're saying, and whether or not it’s reflected in our actions.
For me, if I tell another ‘I love you, it's a statement; in a nutshell that encompasses the whole damn world. All that love is. Is what is meant. Its breadth and depth. Three little words, packed with the power of the universe I guess.
Am I being extreme!?!.. perhaps.
But then today , is a day of opposites.
Well.. I can honestly say I’ve never overused it, abused it, and should never refuse it... should you ever wish to say it to me.. standing half naked on a beach.. or on the top of the empire state building with a megaphone( okay.. as you can see I’m off on one... trust me.. right now I’m logical in shorts bursts)
Anyway...
I’m happy inside right now.. a little stressed maybe ... but content.
Yet... someone somewhere feels the opposite to me right now.
So... whoever you may be.. there will be a time when that will change. And I will feel as you.. perhaps.
I’m very very proud to see others who never felt they could.. take the reigns in their lives. I’ve been working with someone, and she no longer needs me. Truth is, she never did, just thought she did.
Funny really... she couldn’t see in herself what was clear to everyone else. Her potential.
Still, nothing ever happens before the time..and that is definitely true even in my own life.
I see that now.
I read Rory’s post, which kind of triggered this post.
I hope your okay Rory.
Life huh
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
* Are we too hard on our men?...
I had chat recently about racism men, women and relationships.
A black man’s journey in the UK is very different to that of a woman... was the thrust of the debate.
It was mentioned that Black women need to understand this, and support their men more, but a combination of feminism, a nice pay check, and the pill, have ensured that the demands of women have changed... considerably.
In times gone by, women and men worked as a team
More recently though in some cases it’s more of a battle.
It was mentioned that perhaps women aren't as loving as before...less tolerant. .. not as understanding.. demanding... unaware.
I’m not sure if it’s really that possible to generalise to that extent ( as I know of many loving women.. just waiting in some cases for an opportunity to express it) but I would say that more awareness of the pressures of being black in the UK.. especially for men ( yes.. even now) wouldn’t hurt.
To be fair there are many that feel unaffected... are unaffected... but, it wouldn’t take much for them to be... affected. In other words... it’s not always a class issue.
Perhaps (it was stated) a better understanding of the ways in which black men, and black women are treated. (at the very least, perceived)...differently... may help relations; the home, again, providing a safe haven, and a place to gather strength and recharge the batteries.. not a place for a barrage of criticism
The irony (if there is one) is that in the cases of 'us' women who will not tolerate an unemployed British born black man for example, ‘we’ would consider a passport seeking yardman or some such....
Why is that?
( must be the charm)
The debate left me with much to think about...
My role is not to even ever attempt to dis empowered, but at the very least...to be aware...
Maybe all we really need to be .. is aware.
The traps ( if i can call them that for a mo) are out there
To be fair there are women who seek purely high earning men just as there are men who do the same... perhaps. But the debate was really about something far deeper than that.
Gone should be the days when it’s the highest earner who retains the power.. be they man or woman. The strength of a woman it was felt, lies in her mind, and her ability to love.
A woman, it was felt.. should embrace her strengths.
*Thoughts were a mixture of men and women
A black man’s journey in the UK is very different to that of a woman... was the thrust of the debate.
It was mentioned that Black women need to understand this, and support their men more, but a combination of feminism, a nice pay check, and the pill, have ensured that the demands of women have changed... considerably.
In times gone by, women and men worked as a team
More recently though in some cases it’s more of a battle.
It was mentioned that perhaps women aren't as loving as before...less tolerant. .. not as understanding.. demanding... unaware.
I’m not sure if it’s really that possible to generalise to that extent ( as I know of many loving women.. just waiting in some cases for an opportunity to express it) but I would say that more awareness of the pressures of being black in the UK.. especially for men ( yes.. even now) wouldn’t hurt.
To be fair there are many that feel unaffected... are unaffected... but, it wouldn’t take much for them to be... affected. In other words... it’s not always a class issue.
Perhaps (it was stated) a better understanding of the ways in which black men, and black women are treated. (at the very least, perceived)...differently... may help relations; the home, again, providing a safe haven, and a place to gather strength and recharge the batteries.. not a place for a barrage of criticism
The irony (if there is one) is that in the cases of 'us' women who will not tolerate an unemployed British born black man for example, ‘we’ would consider a passport seeking yardman or some such....
Why is that?
( must be the charm)
The debate left me with much to think about...
My role is not to even ever attempt to dis empowered, but at the very least...to be aware...
Maybe all we really need to be .. is aware.
The traps ( if i can call them that for a mo) are out there
To be fair there are women who seek purely high earning men just as there are men who do the same... perhaps. But the debate was really about something far deeper than that.
Gone should be the days when it’s the highest earner who retains the power.. be they man or woman. The strength of a woman it was felt, lies in her mind, and her ability to love.
A woman, it was felt.. should embrace her strengths.
*Thoughts were a mixture of men and women
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