Sunday Scribblings #70 - Style

My style changes constantly, and for no particular reason.
It's as if there is a style dial somewhere out there that someone is changing on me. It's not that I don't have any control over my own style, it's just that it seems to shift with no clear pattern.

So it's like this. Each day, I

Reach in the pile
To create my style.

And once in a while
I flash a big smile
And shout
" Watch my style"

Sunday Scribblings #69 - If I had to live at a different time in history

You know what?
I have never really cultivated an appreciation for history.
Yes, it's true, we can learn from history, but it's so removed from the present.
And I'd really rather concentrate on the here and now.
That's what the Buddha did, right?
When he left his father's palace for Bodh Gaya (India) to meditate.
And sat he beneath the Bodhi Tree meditating until he beame a Buddha, a fully enlightened being.

I know what you're thinking.
The fact that I'm reflecting on the Buddha's life proves I actually do have an appreciation for history and it's lessons.

But I don't want to dwell on it.
It feels like I'm wasting time in the present if I do.
That I could be missing out on a chance at accepting, detaching and moving forward without restrictions and despite obstacles.

Also, it's not a question of "if I had to live at a different time", as I'm pretty certain I have lived at a different time. Just not sure when or where.



(I've got an answer for Jane...
tell her to come have a chat with me after school...)

Sunday Scribblings #68 - Forbidden

Off-limits.
Prohibited.
Messages about the evils of the world that tempt action.
The black and white "don't do it" lectures that deny us of important lessons about moderation and compromise.
Without those lessons, we never learn about what's normal and expected to happen as we grow up.

They say, "Smoking is wrong". So I buy a pack from the vending machine at the donut shop, smoke several on various occasions, and thankfully hate it!

I hear "Drinking alcohol is unholy". So I accept too many rum & cokes from my best friend's sister and pass out.

Warnings are fired at me that "Good girls don't have pre-marital sex". So I talk to my friend about it, make sure there are condoms, and later get myself on the birth control pill. And then.... I'm a "bad girl"?!?!

When talking about menstruation, I hear hushed tones."She's getting her period". So I feel ashamed and embarrassed. And then take 20 years to figure out how to be comfortable about it.

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