life's just been so much crap...
so while I get it together and start 'drafting' - here's some music!!!
Women wanted more than domesticity and motherhood!!!!
In 1960 THE PILL was 'released' in the States, and of course that meant it wouldn't be long before it arrived in Australia (January 1st, 1961)!!!
but of course you can't get off - life goes on... and so do you... because you have to... and time is a great 'healer'... and so are memories...
and then there are my animal companions - now they wouldn't be very impressed - they can't open the fridge or use a can opener... although Shadow can get into the pantry!!!! and being a cat he can get out where Allie and Louis have to be on leads!!!! ahhh, no wonder there's so much rivalry between the two black boys!!!
but you can't help but think about mortality when someone close to you (and your own age) dies... or your partner collapses and gets 'ambulanced' to hospital... you think about your own mortality... the mortality of those around you... and then you get right back into dealing with life, because death is part of the life cycle!!!
anyway, I'm thinking about my '60s' post(s) and how I'm going to approach it (them)... and hopefully I'll get some motivation, drive and time this weekend to actually start writing... that's the 'plan' so far - we'll see what happens...
here's a nice serene graphic to help with the creative flow of things...
tranquility was a long time in coming... but you did it womon - you made it home before you let go...
I came across this poem written by "Anon"... it just seemed right...
They are not dead,
those who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts,
in the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,
in the lingering fragrance, windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,
and laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again
They still move,
in the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing
They are not dead;
their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but part of us, always.
farewell Janis... forever in our hearts sister.....