Monthly Archives: August 2013

THE MASK

 

 

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EACH AND EVERYONE OF US

HAS SOMETHING WE ALL SHOW

A FACE WE HAVE FOR PUBLIC

SO DIFFERENT FROM OUR OWN.

THIS STRANGER’S FACE THAT WE ALL HAVE

IS SPECIAL EVERYDAY

THE LINES ARE FIRM AND SET YOU SEE

SO DIFFERENT FROM OUR OWN.

THEY COME IN DIFFERENT SIZES

STYLES AND COLOURS TOO

VARIOUS MASKS FOR ALL TO WEAR

SO DIFFERENT FROM OUR OWN.

IT’S NAKED PAIN WE HIDE AWAY

SECURE BEHIND THIS SHELL

THE WEARING OF THE MASK BECOMES

THE HIDING OF THE TRUTH.

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Masks

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The face we show the world is usually by design.  I think most people have many different faces that they show to the world depending on the circumstances.  We show happy faces, and sad faces and concerned faces and innocent faces, all by design.  Our faces are our masks.

The first usage of physical masks has been lost in the mists of antiquity.  But what we have discovered is that they were originally used for rituals or for entertainment.  Eventually nefarious people figured out they could use them to disguise who they were.  They could then commit atrocities with impunity.  Unfortunately masks are still used for this purpose today.

The word “mask” originated in England in the 1530s.  Its etymology is as varied as it is uncertain.  The word may be derived from the middle French, through the Italian, Arabic, old French, German, and a pre-Indo-European language.  Basically no one is certain of its origin.  Also, its meaning has been somewhat confused.  At one time it signified a covering to hide but it also has ties to the word buffoon, to ridicule.  But they all seem to have one thing in common: to conceal who we really are.

One can wear a mask or mask their feelings.  Masks protect and they cover.  They conceal and they enhance.  But masks are not always obvious.  Some women wear makeup to enhance their beauty.  Some people are simply very good at concealing what they’re feeling so it doesn’t show on their face.  We wear hats and scarves, clothing becomes our shield.  The world would rather we didn’t walk naked on the streets!  On this I concur!

Mask are not necessarily a bad thing, they are simply a tool that we used to make us feel better and to give us confidence.  I won’t go out into the world without mascara, lipstick and sunglasses.  (I am also fully dressed but I didn’t think that needed to be said.)  This is my mask.  It doesn’t seriously change the way I look but it does enhance the way I feel about myself.  And isn’t that what it’s all about?  How we feel about ourselves is directly related to how we treat other people.

Homo sapiens is a complicated race.  We can speak one thing, think another, feel another and have yet another emotion show on our face.  We can fool and confuse.  We can trick and we can deceive.  We can show the depths of evil and the tenderness of love.  To say that we are two-faced is leaving out a multitude of faces that we have within us.  Sometimes it feels like it’s a symphony or a rock concert.  Our individuality is complex and multifaceted.  That’s what makes us so damn cool!

THE POWER OF A WORD

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OH TO PEN A WORD

THE LIGHT OF DAY

NOT SEEN

WHEN ALL THE WORLD

WOULD BOW

IN AWE

THE POWER OF A WORD.

OH TO PEN A WORD

TO HEAL ALL ACHES

AND AILS

THEN EVERYONE

WOULD SWOON

AND QUIVER

THE POWER OF A WORD.

OH TO PEN A WORD

FOR LOVERS TO TAKE HEART

THEY’D HOLD IT CLOSE

AND CALL IT THEIRS

FOREVER

AND A DAY

THE POWER OF A WORD.

Semper Fidelis

A few days ago I opened my blog to a wonderful surprise.  I had been nominated for an award!  In the past I’ve been nominated a few times and trust me I am truly honoured that anyone would think my work was worthy of an award but the requirements that come with them are, I’m afraid, more than I can handle.  This person would not accept that.  He felt that regardless of my inabilities to fulfill the requirements I should still accept the award and forget the rest.  This blogger is someone I have followed for a while and I thoroughly enjoy what he has to say.  He puts a smile on my face and sometimes makes me think a little harder about things.   Deodatta Shenai-Khatkhate is his name and   http://dshenai.wordpress.com   is his blog.  The award is called Semper Fidelis Award and it is to “highlight outstanding bloggers who are excellent examples of trust, faithfulness and loyalty”.  These are heady words and I am honored by the nomination.

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It has also made me think about this community of bloggers, this family of individuals that I have joined.  People whose blogs I read on a regular basis are insightful, inspiring and uplifting.  My day doesn’t start until I spend an hour reading their words.  These people are from all walks of life and from many different countries, different cultures.  And yet we are a family.  In the truest sense of that word we support each other and we rail together at injustices.  We understand issues and work through our confusion together.

 

To say that I am thrilled that someone would even consider putting my name forward for this award is an understatement.  Deo has always said the nicest things in his comments on my posts even when I was unsure of myself and my words.  And he isn’t the only one.  I started blogging because I needed to do something to expel the energy that was flowing from my fingertips.  My brother and sister suggested I start expanding my readership through a blog.  I thought I would do it for a few months, half a dozen people would read it and then I would give it up.  I can no longer imagine doing that.  I can’t imagine not spending time reading about your worlds through your words.  I learn, I commiserate, I laugh, I cry.  My world has expanded and I’m a much better person since having met all of you.  Thank you Deo and thank you to all of you who read my blog.  The world is ours to explore and we will do it together.

 

One more thing, visit Deo at http://dshenai.wordpress.com  and see for yourself just how wonderful a blog he writes!

A Stylish New You

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A beautiful lady

                                                          from across the pond                                                            

a magician she is

                                                          but not with a wand                                                         

 

Her magical skills

with a snip and a brush

organically guided

her hand will not rush

 

She will colour your locks

with a beautiful hue

or perhaps for a party

an uplifted do

 

First a wash and a cut

then a stylish fresh look

for a wondrous new you

is all that it took

 

The person within

is now on your face

your hair frames your beauty

and shows off your grace

 

Her hands they are gifted

and magically so

she brings out your splendour

and allows it to grow

 

Thank you my friend

for the effect you impart

an inch off the top

I think for a start

Childhood memories

I have a very strong memory of being a child falling asleep in the back seat of my parent’ s car.  My father would gently pick me up and I would be half asleep as he carried me into my bed.  I remember feeling safe, protected, loved.  This is a wonderful memory.  Unfortunately not every child out there has had the same experience in their childhood.

I was born in the usual manner.  I had a father, a mother, a brother, and a sister.  At that time that was all I had.  I was also naked and defenseless. The others provided for my meager needs. I might add that I also had a pair of lungs on me even then that could shatter plastic. My mother tells a story about when I first came home from the hospital.  I was laying on a bed somewhere, in our house, and my brother came into the room.  He had taken off as I was arriving because I was a ‘girl’!!!! Yech!  My mother maintained that he had a bit of an attitude about his new sister. He came in the room and pointed a finger aggressively at me.  Being a red-head, a woman in training and basically just as loaded with attitude as my big brother, I grabbed the finger and held on.  He has been my favorite big brother ever since.  And I have always been his favorite red-headed sister.  Our sister is a brunette.

When I think back on my childhood, certain incidents stand out.  It is also true that remembering through the luxury of time does not always make for the most accurate of recollections. However, there are those memories that are indelibly etched in the mind and no matter how hard you try, they just will not go away.  Such is the recollection of running away from home.

As I mentioned earlier, I am a red-head.  As is my brother , my sister escaped our plight by having hair the colour of dark mahogany. All of us are independent, opinionated (I mean that in the nicest possible way), and we all enjoy life.  Of course, that was not always the way.  I don’t remember all the arguments I had with my mother.  I probably forgot them a few minutes after I was punished.  But I do remember one incident when I tried to run away from home.  I was probably yelling and saying awful things and then I did what I thought would hurt my mother the most: I threaten to run away from home.  Now, one would have thought that the threat alone would have been enough to bring my mother to her knees, begging me to stay and that she would give me anything not to leave. Well, you don’t know my mother.  She calmly said “ok” and helped me pack!  I think the farthest I got was the end of the driveway.  It hadn’t worked out the way I had planned. I was going to join a circus (it was unimportant that there wasn’t one close) and my mother would spend the rest of her life regretting driving me away.  She would pine for my presence.  She would……well you get the picture.  Instead I hung my head and went back.  My mother gave me a hug and probably a glass of milk and a cookie.  It’s a mom thing.   Wonderful childhood memories.

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VICTIMS OF TIME

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TIME IS HEAVY ON MY HANDS

I’VE HEARD THAT SAID BEFORE

IT NEVER SEEMS TO MAKE DEMANDS

WHILE SLOWLY CREEPING BY.

WHAT DOES ONE DO WHILE WAITING

FOR THE FUTURE TO ARRIVE

YOU START TO THINK AND HATING

THAT TIME IS WASTED SO.

PERHAPS THERE IS A WAY

TO USE THE TIME WE HAVE

WHEN ALL THE WORLD’S AT BAY

AND WE ARE CAPTIVE HERE.

SO PUT YOUR MIND TO WORK

AND LET US ROAM THIS WORLD

FOR EVERYWHERE BEHIND US LURK

THE KEYS TO FUTURE AGES.

AND NOW PERHAPS MY TIME IS DONE

I’VE USED IT SO TO PEN

YES, I THINK, IT HAS BEEN FUN

BUT TIME IS PASSING ON

Language versus language

When we speak to each other it is our fervent hope that we will be understood.  There are language barriers and cultural barriers and even economical barriers but for the most part we do understand each other.  Unfortunately there is another barrier that is not as easily surmounted: the generational barrier.

Today’s generation speaks digitally.  They form whole conversations in 140 characters.  That’s characters not words.  Language is a signpost for our culture and as such it must constantly be evolving.  I’m quite happy not to be using words like ‘thou’ and ‘yea’ in my everyday conversations.  And I absolutely understand the need for brevity.  But perhaps I have passed over the invisible barrier that separates ‘them’ from ‘us’.  I need more than 140 characters to convey, well, anything!  I don’t LOL.  I actually use whole words when I laugh out loud!  I know, I know, I sound like my parents did when we used words like ‘cool’ and ‘awesome’ to describe everything.  I heard someone the other day using the word ‘cool’ and I looked to see if it was someone over 50.  It wasn’t!  The word may be making a comeback.  That would be so cool!

Everything affects language.  Music, fashion, technology and even travel will affect our speech.  The more our disparate countries interact with one another the more cross-pollination of words seems to happen.  The English language is the one I know best, it’s the only one I know well.  But I also realize that the English language is not a pure language.  It is made up of words from other cultures through colonization and trade.  Words that we are convinced are English words actually have an origin in other languages.  The word bungalow comes from India.  The word assassin is an Arabic word.  The word robot is of Czech origin.  Status quo is Latin.  The list is seemingly endless.

As a species we need to evolve.  We once wallowed in the primordial sludge shortly after the Big Bang and now we are testing our wings in space.  The human race has spawned magnificence in the art world, in technology and in the written word regardless of what language it is written in.  We all belong to one race: the human race and I happen to think we are pretty incredible!  Sometimes when I listen to modern music I wonder if the concept of de-evolution is alive and well!  But in truth it is simply evolution at work.  You always have to shake a little bit to get rid of the useless bits.

vista3Tomorrow will be the today we dreamt about yesterday!