HIGH OR LOW ROAD

All right.  I give up.  Nobody wants real. Everybody want a pipe dream.  Even I don’t to reveal what is really going on, except to the girl in the mirror.  So, I won’t try to interpret today’s post.  You decide how you want to interpret each one.  I pick the selections and I won’t try to tell you what to think.  I choose brilliant insight, but I am biased. FYI – from now on, Jayspeak will publish a post when I feel like writing or I have something to say. It’s that time.

This is what happened, so I will try to write it here.  I got personally verbally attacked on Facebook from a very angry man in a group I was in.  I did not like it and I allowed it to upset me in a very negative way.  But Pollyanna here decided that it was a wonderful thing to have happen.  A WAKE-UP CALL.  How?  And I don’t think that I am going to die yet because I am still too healthy. My brain is reprogramming and that takes time.  But I still have some time. I need to downsize my life again.

WHAT???????

Yes, get rid of Facebook pages and get out of groups. Get rid of Apps I don’t use And, I have begun to do it. I don’t want to be a part of someone’s life who does not like me. So, I am still thinking about the best way to adapt to the NEW. The old does not work anymore. I am soo excited for the young people of tomorrow !!

Chaos is rampant in the world. Everything is changing each day. There will never be a “used to be”.  Sad?  Okay.  Take it any way you like, but that will not change it.

This day I am saying to myself – Never forget how far you’ve come. All the times you pushed on even when you felt you couldn’t. All the mornings you got out of bed no matter how hard it was. All the times you wanted to give up but fought through another day. Never forget the strength you’ve gained along the way. And each marriage was wonderful during which I learned from the experience. I loved each man and I loved that love as part of my story!

Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.   (Other people’s thoughts)

WARNING LIGHTS! No matter who they are, don’t expect from people what they don’t have to give. Your girlfriend might hate your wardrobe choices. You Mom eschews your choice in hair style. Your Dad thinks your career choice is frivolous.

But you chose your clothes because you liked them. Your hair style is fashionable or in some very personal way suits your idea of yourself. That you want to be a filmaker is a lifelong dream. But the people close to you cannot accord you approval or applause because you always had a good head for math and they fully expected you to become an engineer. You don’t have to worry about what others want from you. Instead try and (discreetly) penetrate inside their heads and wonder why they need you to cut your hair or wear bangles or build bridges. Because those dreams night be their own unfulfilled dreams. Being a pharmacist or a builder was their plan but it got interrupted. Now they want to pass it on to you. 

 Once we understand where others are coming from, we can go about doing what best suits us – our way. Again. Don’t not expect from others what they don’t have to give.

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“I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one’s being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes, in some area, an athlete of God. Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.”—Martha Graham

“Desire is always the victor. Your desires will determine where the eyes, the limbs, the heart will go and what will be found wherever you happen to go. This is not tragic: This is your destiny. This is your truth.

“Desires are not tragic for the most part, but the application of them frequently is. I am talking about distillation, and what I can only call the purification of desire. I am fairly sure that what a person is seeking is beauty or peace or clarification. An answer, really, to so many things. We do so many complex things–are required to do so many complex things–to achieve those simple things that make us happy, and that also make us artists.

“Don’t be afraid of your desires. Identify them and own them and work well toward expressing them toward others. Desire is not to be confused with obsession or anything unhealthy. Desire is one of the things that makes us human.

“And all artists are–at their core–profoundly human, almost abnormally human, because they embrace the beauty of our human spirit so firmly.”

          –Martha Graham/Interview with James Grissom/1989

Don’t walk the same road. You’re not going there. 

“Oh ye’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road and I’ll be in Scotland before ye lock limande

You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the Bonnie, Bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond’
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond

The wee birdies sing and the wild flow’rs spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin’
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again
Tho’ the waefu’ may cease frae their greetin’on’

BEST, JAY