It Is In The Silence….

…Or, the place we hear the screams the loudest…
…All the places we hear the screams.

People always say they care…

….And such a phrase is supposed to matter.

However, I’ve noticed the silence more than the shouting (especially when I am the one shouting).

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Slow Yoga And Daddy Issues…

…Or, so-called personal short-comings…

So in yoga you learn to release your ego to gain your greater good. I think, sometimes, in our dealings with others, it is ego that gets in the way. Dealing with those who test us, teaches us… or so they say.

Maybe people test us so we can learn what bothers us about ourselves, rather it be a trait we have that we don’t wish to see amplified, or one we *wished* we possessed.

So, this brings me to the topic of today’s post…

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The Scariest Things…

..Are those which we hold inside.

I have had a lot of shit happen to me over my life – a lot of (maybe) negative shit that people sometimes say “I can’t believe that happened” – But, the truth is always stranger than fiction. Always.

I generally get over  (“find the good”), I have forgiven a LOT – I have forgiven things that would NEVER be on other people’s radar, ever (nor should they be).  I had a roof stolen.. no, seriously, ACTUALLY, let that sink in… I HAD A ROOF STOLEN – those are word that should ever be spoke, let alone be someone’s reality.
(I am sure, at some point, I did in fact write about this – I am not revisiting it now – if it exists, it’s likely under the ‘forgiveness’ tag) – this is not the current issue…

.. the issue is the thing I might hate you for….

….and I rarely use the term hate, and *never* lightly…

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“Prep is 85% of the work…”

….And the magic is in the make-up.

I sat on the subway on my late night ride home. At a stop, a young man got on dressed very “goth”, in the androgynous nature of the goth culture, all black everything and a full face of beautiful make-up.
He stood across from an older man, clearly blue collar and looking a little gruff, a painter in painters pants, et al.

The younger man had a NYX (makeup brand, new boutiques here) backpack, while the older man had a Dulux (room/house paint brand) one.
Between them existed an age gap as wide as I am old (some 40 years).

The older gentleman asked the younger “testing colours?”, referring to the marks of make-up on the back of his hand.

This inquiry sparked a conversation between the two, each speaking of their concept of “paint”; actual painting verses make-up (let it be known that drag queens often refer to their make-up as paint, as have some major designers in the make-up world). In the discussion, they found familiar ground, each excitedly stating their case and adding to the other’s points.

I did nothing but smile.

RIGHT THERE, People, right there! BOOM! It IS that simple.

We are all the same beneath our layers.
We all want to express ourselves and have our craft appreciated.

Incidentally, the one invited the other for a drink to discuss further and they exited together.