It’s mid September, which means it’s almost October. Yay for pink and purple hair…and here comes discussions of domestic violence that suck the life out of me like fluorescent overhead lighting. If you thought that it’s my idea of a good time, you are mistaken. This year, I am going to put a little focus on the aftermath, because that is what currently alters my world view. Maybe I’ll even tell you why rodents are a trigger for me. Then again, no… there are some things we just never fully disclose. This is also in my mind on account of that compression fracture in my spine, which is making itself acutely known, reminding me of how it got there. Now, that’s a gift that keeps on giving! No worries, I’ll never forget that guy… no matter how much I’d like to. We’re also redecorating at Casa Gypsy, so here’s one of this week’s projects:
For whatever reason, the song on repeat in my head is Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain.” It reminds me of loved ones. How’s that for a fucked up world view? Anyway, if you’ve ever seen Inside Out, you know there are little trolls in your brain that send jingles. My trolls usually like to send a song that fits how I’m feeling, though sometimes the little bastards send things like Elmo’s World (Admit it, you just went Dah Dah ta Dah, Elmo’s World!!) Anyway, when a song is really stuck in my head, it means something. Often, like now, I know what it means. And that is mostly ok because it really is just clouds in my coffee. Here’s the hamper I am forcing to live a little longer:
Anyway… I’ll just keep singing Carly Simon and upcycling junk. In other news, I shit you not, someone actually stole my rosemary plant. I can’t make this stuff up… but only the plant, not the pot. Whaaat? It had to be Plant Lady, except that one was doing well. If there is a fruit loop in fifty mile radius, I will find and attract them. Since I haven’t got time for the pain, I’ll make do with what I have and that’s a hell of a lot. Lots of pretty babies, a nice home and a thriving business. Not bad for a girl who was raised on a farm in abject poverty and sporting a minor spinal fracture. Think on this: In a world where we all want a magical solution to everything, while refusing to believe that magic exists; maybe just create your own.
Finally, if you are part of the tribe that needs to be heard and remembered, this little blog is the place to be. I will tell your story… and I’m on your side. If you are a survivor or your loved one is a victim that has been permanently silenced, tell me your story. I will represent your voice to the best of my ability. As in, I only edit for grammar. Our silence gives our abusers power… so let your voice be heard. It really does make a difference. I can honestly say that I have been told that this blog helped someone leave, find resources, etc. Using my experiences to help others has been healing for me. Maybe it’ll heal you, too.