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What you readers seem to like

"A Girl Reading" Pierre-Auguste Renoir

“A Girl Reading” Pierre-Auguste Renoir 1891

Over the last weeks, when I haven’t been writing so much, I have tried to get a handle on what you guys like to read about. Lately it is mostly Essential oil profiles and skin care, so that is what I will be concentrating on for a while. This fits beautifully since I am working intensely with EO’s in different ways at the moment. As I have mentioned before, I write about the stuff I am working with, or on, at the moment and interestingly enough it seems to fit with what you want to read about. So stay tuned for my next post.

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Happy New Year!

fireworksWhen I was a child, or even a young woman, everything took time. Television was channel 1 and, great luxury, channel 2! Phoning was expensive and kept to a minimum. We wrote letters which traveled for days and responses were not expected to be fast. As a child, if you were separated from a friend for too long of time or distance, you were lost to each other.
Having pen-pals in other countries was a huge thing and I used to read the ads in kiddie-magazines. Traveling took time; when we moved to Sweden from Japan the travel took 36 hours. Did you know there used to be bunk-beds on the long flight planes back in the days when they were still propeller-driven? That’s luxury!

Since I started writing this blog in June 2009 I have readers in 189 countries (according to the US there are 195 countries in the world). Do you realize how impossible even the idea of this would have been when I was 5, 15, 20, 30 years old…

Seeing as it´s possible to reach the whole world from my writing place, wherever it is, I am aiming for at least one reader in every country in the world. That would be seriously cool,

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Merry Christmas

For the last few years my Christmas’ have been so different each year and always unexpected. This year is no different and to my surprise I find myself hosting a dinner in my house for those people who chose to be with me this year.

I have come to realize that though the idea of Christmas is basically the same for most, the actual celebration is different for everybody, even as to which day! I have had the honor of being invited to share this time of celebration with very different people in very different circumstances and it is nice to just hang out in somebody else’s world for a while.

So wherever you are and whoever you are hanging out with, I wish you a divine Christmas!

It’s a generational thing…

Anna1980A lot of stuff. Not least the speed! Fast movies, fast music, fast communication, fast, fast, fast. In a way this should make us live more in the moment, but I am afraid it doesn’t.

Movies: I watch movies from my youth, which means the movies on the TV from the 20’s through the 50’s as well as contemporary movies and man, are they slow! Ever watched “Easy rider”? They spend ages just filming the sunset on the desert horizon… You think that would work today? Hah! Still, “Easy Rider” is cult.

Music: The shocking hard rock from my teenage years; Sweet, Black Sabbath, Alice Cooper and Co…Lullabyes today; at the time something that society shied away from in horror. And then the gorgeous, sumptuous, elusive rock operas of The Who, Genesis (LOVE Genesis). The amazing languor of Pink Floyd…The massive undulation of musical experimentation.

Messages: (I shall return to that in my New Year post) Suffice to say that it took time. Writing a letter, reading, re-reading. Finding doubt and hesitation; “Will the receiver understand?” The hardships of nuances, distances and time. Re-writing and perfecting penmanship.

NightLife: Disco; the forerunners to underground and clubs. Amazing costumes, make-up and hair; dreamtime and Alice in Wonderland come alive. Dancing apart but still together….Moving into underground; Rock & Roll, Punk. Angry youths with no talent but lots of passion (and severely torn clothes).

The need to be different: Or shocking, or whatever. So easy at the time. Flower Power; re-model clothes. Rock & Roll: Mix, match, mis-match and remodel. Punk; Tear it all apart, hair-statements, warriors. Piercings, tattoos; things unheard of. Enough to get you banned from an establishment because of the “LOOK”. Street-fashion at its height.

And, most of all, the possibility of “disappearing” for a hefty amount of time without anybody noticing or asking why. Indulging in whatever would be the indulgence; art, music, love; usually the things that were not acceptable 🙂

Love this post, just had to reblog it. Hats off to all those wonderful parents out there who simply accept their children as they are.

Raising My Rainbow

Hi!

I don’t know you and I won’t know you until after Labor Day, but I just wanted to take a minute to introduce myself and my son to you.  I’m C.J.’s Mom and my son C.J. is gender nonconforming.  I used to shy away from telling people that before they got a chance to meet my awesome child, but, over the years I’ve found that it’s better to tell some people right up front — especially his teachers.  Plus, he has told me that he prefers for me to make the announcement ahead of him.  So, there you have it.

Please don’t think that I’m crazy or that my son is crazy or that we are weird.  It’s okay to think that we are different.  We are different, we own that and hope that people will see us being different and come to realize that our version of different…

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Apropos earlier posts about children learning from our actions, not our words.

Motivation, Inspiration and Life

People often have a difficult time grasping this idea. Children are watching you. You ARE a role model for every child out there. Generational issues are passed down because of the power of observation. Children act out what they see, what they know…what they experience.

 

“Every word, facial expression, gesture, or action on the part of a parent gives the child some message about self-worth. It is sad that so many parents don’t realize what messages they are sending.” -Virginia Satir

What kind of role model are you??

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Who was the guy in the bag?

I have had another response to the posts “Crying Soldier”  and “What are the odds” This time from a lady called Catherine;

She wrote me that the man in the body-bag, the friend of the crying soldier, was her husband, Spec. Andy Alaniz. They were young, in love, newly married and pregnant when he was killed. Andy never got to see his daughter. As Catherine wrote to me: “As long as people are talking about my husband, he won’t just be the man in the body bag and he won’t be forgotten. Because at our house, he was my friend, my lover and my husband. He is the daddy to our little girl that he never got to see grow up. I don’t want him to be hidden in a bag. He was much more than that!”

4 years after her husband was killed by “friendly fire” (doesn’t anybody react to the bizarreness of this?) Catherine’s father was killed in the Oklahoma bombing. She is truly a widow/orphan of the violence that is all around in the world and she has graciously allowed me to share her story. You can read it on her blog ATA GIRLS.

I am touched that Catherine chose to write to me and share her story. Also I am amazed, as usual, by how the internet can connect people in this random way.