"The unexamined life is not worth living" Socrates

- - scatterings of ideas sent to my younger self, a sensitive girl who was fooled into believing she was a boy because of anatomy - -

Monday, 17 March 2025

Sometimes The Cover is Not the Book

There are a lot of people who are confused and hurting right now. We want to believe that people are good, and will help us to live the life we deserve. That is the cover of the book, showing us a glowing future if only we believe. When we are let down terribly, it is embarrassing to have to admit that we were taken in by charlatans. 

If there are people like that around you, please be kind. It is so easy to be taken in by someone selling snake oil. Everyone then needs to work together to make things right and make sure that those who have lied and made fools of us cannot keep doing it. 


Tuesday, 11 February 2025

The Widening Gulf

It has been a month of revelations - to say the least. 

Some might say it began with a 'swearing in', but for me, it truly began with a church service that went sideways for one entitled group and cut right to the heart of the main issue for the rest of us. 

Jerome Stueart created the work you see here. 

It is called The Gulf of Empathy. Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde asked for mercy and we all know what the response has been. 

Visit Jerome's general webpage or this one for 'merch' related to the painting.

Wednesday, 5 February 2025

Echo Chamber

 Hello... HELLO!! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?? .. outthere.. outthere.. outthere.. 


It has been a while since I set over 430 blogposts to 'draft' status here.. I republished one to see if anyone is out there.. In spite of the statistics, there seems to be nobody left. I might be the last of my kind. 

In 2010 finding blogs and their authors was a lifeline that told me I had family that I could get to know. I started commenting on those blogs. Soon I started my own, to give back a bit of what I could only get from reading what those other like-minded people could say. 

We read and commented. We learned from each other. 

Blogistan was a lovely place that I was proud to be a part of. I mourn its loss. But one can and should only mourn for so long.