“But life isn’t something that should be edited. Life shouldn’t be cut. The only way you’ll ever discover what it truly means to be alive and human is by sharing the full experience of what it means to be human and each blemish and freckle that comes with it.” Iain Thomas
The human body. Bruised, cut, red, bloody. Sore, weak, tired, lonesome. How many people edit their life edit their body to suit the world today. Constant filters. Pretence.
Perfect families. Perfect social lives. Is any of it real? Is that not sad that we edit our own lives?
My life is not perfect. At times It can be really sad.
My body is not perfect it is far from it. My body in all its nakedness is imperfect. I was once sad about that and then I realised that I want to live and In order to live I needed to make sacrifices and those sacrifices are who I am. My unedited version, my true self. My me……
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom
Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes…
Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn’t able to live without music.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irreverent. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
When will you ever learn. When will you see. Don’t you get it. Don’t you get that I am here. Change your path, change it again. Follow you dreams follow them. Change course and change it again. Be happy, be sad. Be clever be stupid.Be crazy and wild be calm. Be sad, get angry. Shout go on shout. Be sad, cry it’s okay to cry. Be romantic in love, be sloppy and dirty. Regardless regardless of who you are from one day to the next you are mine. These arms will hold you whatever you do, wherever you fall. These arms will raise up at all your achievements, all that you accomplish whatever that me be. These arms will wrap around you. I am a limpet. I am glue. One thing is certain in my mind and that is you. You are my forever and I will fight for you. I have my own dream you see and it is you. Just you.
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
We are celebrating Rabbie Burns in our home town. His poetry is spoken in venues all over by children and adults alike. Remembering the man that once lived. For those of you that have never been to Scotland. I would say come. Come and visit her she is glorious in all her beauty. These are just my own photos but she is wild. The rugged coast at times can gush up high at such speeds she might take an innocent life. But then at times she is calm and soft, she ripples waiting to be petted like a house cat. Our land is glorious and beautiful. Cast yer eyes!