Psalm 70:1...a bittersweet plea...

Make haste O God and deliver me...save my soul

A tribute to Nude Art- John Coulthart and a Bonus

Some tasteful art By Mr C...I refer to him here as such...I present: Straddling (one in tile) and Fallen Angel...the other image here is Russian Artist Dmitry Dmitriev's The Silver Hero.

Words of wisdom from St Augustine

Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible. ~ Anonymous

I present two very disparaging Outlooks on hope...both of which are housed within me simultaneously...unbelievably not striving for dominance for the first in a while

"There is power in choice, and there is simplicity in rejection..."

strange this fortune cookie should find me, especially when I never even intended to nor indeed saw myself going to any place which offered these...

Random and overly person gab...

I cried today...

saline drops fell beneath my half closed lids and ran parallel courses down my toughened desert-dry cheeks, and set the channels that their many followers would take...and I did not dry them...I sat feeling the crushing weight of yet another year of a 'rigged' existential day to day meanderings, and I felt a constriction I had before not felt for several moons...

yet I got up and "ploughed on"... I take the blows of fate and walk on, buffeted back and sometimes, as I was in the predawn morning, so knocked as to be dazed and bent double at the waist, gripping at sides I scream...a protracted and unearthly thing, it demanded expression beyond my voice and lungs could stand, as after several excalmations (not a typo, im coining that word - the release or loss of calm from pressure or depression)I submerged myself, and proceeded to let fly my wail...and I emerge from my enclosure voiceless and still not yet fully released...metaphorical pen to paper, I wrote my scream out...and music came, release which after my ordeal had passed remains as monument to having faced it...a monument, as my tears were, to my weakness, and to my failure to "keep it inward"...and I shook my head at my idiocy... moments of weakness doesnt make one strong, but refusal to work through emotioncan bring the mightiest to their knees...I may just be "Rationalising" but hey...the mind does what it thinks is best in that moment to preserve itself when faced with trauma.....

In a sentimental mood...

today, felt the urge to Jazz up my morning, so I got some Diana Krall, Mark Murphy, Nat King Cole and the Dukeand I lay back and allowed myself to be transported...

Devil may care, popsicle toes( fierce blush), my favourite things, I just decided today was a high day...if not in actuality, in music