I am so proud of the city I live in. We are diversified and kind to one another. I did like that our mayor said he will protect the citizens against what seems to be a terrifying alternative.
Archive for January, 2017
I’m very vocal about politics with close friends and on Facebook…..Not so much on my blog although I am reflective and emotional and always from my truth. I just don’t want to be political, because I would get all tangled up in my emotions, especially at this time in this country.
But wanted to do a post about a time in history that I felt a part of. The Women’s March in NYC. I marched or walked rather slowly for over 5 hours with close friends, women, men, children. Solidarity, Unity, Love, Peace, and Action Oriented people. All feeling the same emotions. Not “alternative facts” but the truth. There were over 300,000 in NYC and I felt proud and empowered to be a part of history.
This is just the beginning of The Resistance Movement.
Winter has begun, but only one little snow storm…..but plenty of cold, dreary, windy days. In the city I live and love, there are few trees to shield the wind. I don’t weigh very much and feel I need to hold on to street poles not to be blown away. I live near the river so it’s especially windy. I think that bears instinctively know what’s best. For the winter, just hibernate. Hang in and stay cozy. But I’m not a bear and since they don’t get bored, I mean I don’t know for sure, but I know for sure, I would get a bit sad if I had to stay inside. So I layer and layer and layer and go out. It actually takes about 15 extra minutes putting on layers and the top layers as well. Coat, gloves, hat, and boots. Nanook of the North is what I resemble when I go out. Top that with sunglasses for glare, and I could be out trick or treating as Mother Winter. I also go to one of my favorite quotes and hope you can use as well, when it’s a blizzard out there… “In the depth of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
listening to the constant ticking of a vintage clock in an apartment I am visiting…. I said stop the clock, I want to get off.
Throwing out that last page in December was a welcome moment. Not that it was a terrible year, but politics which I rarely write about on my blog was disturbing. A New Year for me always brings some new hopes and dreams to be realized once again. Some are easier than others.
I just finished an article in The New York Times, Style Section…. Modern Love about a cuddling group. It is of course true, that we all need human touch and contact, and when missing or lacking can be serious to your well-being. The writer said her blood pressure peaked because she lacked touch. Now I’m certainly not judging anyone who feels the need to join a group to cuddle with strangers. What ever works for you that you feel is beneficial to your sense of self is not something I would judge. I’m talking about myself. That would probably be the last thing I would do..I never go to singles groups either because anything that I would find demoralizing is off-limits. Going on-line dating sites is easier, and I go on and vow never to go on again until I go on again…..always thinking maybe this time. Sadly the one guy I met is totally limited emotionally, and I know red flags when I see them flapping away. It’s great when you reach a certain age and wisdom seeps in and takes over emotions. Mistakes become lessons.
So back to cuddling. You go in a home where there are mattresses on the floor and you take your place and select a partner to cuddle with for 15 minutes, and then switch partners. If a couple sees an unattached woman, they will ask her to join their coupling session. There is no alcohol and no sex. It’s all about just the human touch. At first I smiled reading this article, but then I became very sad to think how tragic it is for so many singles to have to cuddle with a stranger. Perhaps that’s why there are so many pets in NYC… Last year I suggested to my dear friend to have a stuffed adorable animal to chat with or “cuddle.” I have a collection and of course I give them all personalities. If a few fall off their pillow, I apologize and gently put them back. As I child it was natural for me to give personalities to inanimate objects. So how could I read and think it’s rather strange to go to a group of strangers for comfort of an intimate nature. By the way my friend loves her stuffed doggie and has given him a name and personality. Living alone and fighting the word lonely or loneliness is a full-time job. Somewhat easier for me since I have a full-time therapist 24/7….Me ..Anything positive is a positive.
This brings me to the term self-love. The New York Post Interview will cover this topic, I hope most of what I do and feel about self-love will make the edit and be on the video. Enough on the subject for now.
I hope the New Year brings new beginnings for all who are working on projects and new endings for things or people who shouldn’t be in your life in the first place. Self love gives you the confidence to know the difference.
Wishing Laughter, Love, Peace, and Safe Lives to all.