Weekend Rewind

Nearly every week I join in a blog hop known as weekend rewind. It is held over at a little shack known as the Pink Fibro. But I must admit I am a bit slack, merely linking up an old blog post and not posting about the linky!

I'm also having a little trouble remembering which ones I have already linked, lol. So I'm posting today to not only promote the Weekend Rewind Blog Hop, but also to give myself a reference point for past posts linked... So here goes. This week the theme is quite simple: link one of your favourite past posts.

This is it:

The Glass Heart

I can look back now and truly appreciate how fragile he was back then, and how heat-forged strong he is now. I am sure there are frailties waiting to show, that we will dip down into darkness, but right here, right now he is dragonfly bright. And looking back makes us grateful for where we are now.

And more for me than anyone else, the past linked posts have been:

Rest & Relaxation: Julie & Julia & Me

Lessons: Life's Hard Lessons

December links: Drive & An ASD Night Before Christmas

October Link: Blogging the Memories

September Link: The Black Panther

July Link: Yee-haw Grandma

June Link: Toot Toot

May Link: Imaginary Friends

April Link: Ode To The Pure of Heart

Weekend Rewind: December 2009 & 2010

Am jumping on the rewind bandwagon again (thanks to Allison @ Fibro - click on link above to join). But am being naughty and adding two links. Simply because I cannot choose between them. December 2010 was hard... let's face it, any month after October 2010 has been difficult, but December particulary as the first Christmas without Wise Woman in our lives. The post I have chosen from this year is one of a little fluff and lightness - my reworking of the old classic:

A Night Before Christmas

Just to put a little stimming into your lives, lol.

The second is one from the heart. Memories of my wonderful Yee-Haw Grandma. Written in December 2009 when my blog was still new-ish.

Drive

Enjoy.

P.S. I lost my Grandmother just prior to her 91st birthday. I am pretty sure beating her in age was part of my Wise Woman mother's ambition and once the milestone was passed she felt she could let her hold on life loosen. Mum had turned 91 two weeks before we lost her.

FYBF - You Never Know What Lurks Behind.

People amaze me. Not only do you have incredible generousity and kindness, you also witness absolute nastiness and vile behaviour. One minute you marvel at the noble unselfishness of strangers, the next you are doubled over in pain at a vicious offensive from an acquaintance or even more painful, a supposed friend. As adults these high-school games and attacks are meant to be behind us. But they are not.

There are two reasons for this in my point of view.

Firstly, if you have been the victim of such an attack in your lifetime it lingers. It settles like a hidden wound deep in your psyche, waiting to resurface and leak bad memory pus all over your present. Some of the time this colours your interpretation of the written word, or even real life conversations leading you to either:

(a) go on the offensive yourself

or

(b) curl up in a ball reliving the horrific experiences of the past in the present day.

Secondly, life is hard in today's world. The "I want" generation is now finding keeping up with the Edelstein's  (for the Joneses have long dropped down the social ladder) nearly impossible. People are unhappy with life, with the circumstances they have to live within (damn you GFC), and the most sad, with themselves. It is not only a desire for themselves, they yearn for their children to have more, to be accepted and fit in. Everyone wants to be popular, but for some the desire brings forth jealousy which creates spiteful, childish behaviour. They resort to the patterns of youth, never seeming to have gained the wisdom from growing up.

Which one am I? I think I fall into group one. Both sections. Reading Courtney's brave post brought forward some really bad memories from my school days. Isn't that sad - these days are over thirty years back and yet can be relived in a flash. It is a part of me I always remain aware of, I need to fight to keep it under control when looking at the next generation. I have to realise my experiences and the fights of my childhood are not theirs or their reality. Take a deep breath, step back and soothe the hidden black panther uncoiling itself from slumber.

I guess underlying all this is a message. You never know what is hiding behind a smile. People can mask pain really effectively and the cries of "I had no idea" are fruitless when it is too late to rescind an action.

This is my FYBF. A little late because I just couldn't bring myself to finish it last night.







And to cheat a little I am adding my Weekend Rewind into this post. October was a terribly hard month last year. It was the month I lost my mother, Wise Woman. Reading back through my posts there were two I thought about adding. One poignant and probably quite appropriate given the topic of this post, the other a joyous memory of my childhood and why I believe in myself. Because she did, always. So I chose the second.

Weekend Rewind and Grateful All Rolled Into One!

Cheating, yes I'm cheating. Why? Well, because I had Boy 2 and his mate up at 5.30am or I should say 5-friggin-30-on-a-sleep-in-Saturday! Have I mentioned I am not a morning person? I'M NOT!
And so in my lovely, tired and whingey state I am combining my two favourite blog hops this morning. In a way it is very appropriate because the post from May requested by Allison over at Life in a Pink Fibro also represents one of the things I am most grateful for in my life. Thus it is also my Weekend Grateful for Maxabella Loves...




Blogworld friendship. With the tragedies of recent times, we have witnessed first hand of just how strong these bonds are; of how such friendships support, nurture, even save us. We are lucky to be living in this modern world where the hand of friendship can be extended at the click of a keyboard. People say the internet is a dangerous thing. It can be, but we must never forget what a wonderful tool it is also. A device to bring this big world together in a way never witnessed before in history. An instant pen-friend enabler, though I guess you should call it typing-friend linking, where others who understand and relate to you and your experiences can comment with support and understanding. These are the people I am grateful for this weekend. And so I give you (from May 2010 as requested by Ms Tait):

IMAGINARY FRIENDS: Or I See Unreal People.

I know I am meant to link the actual post at Fibro, so this is really being naughty. But figured I may be forgiven once you read the link within this post. Maybe? 'Cause seriously, we are all part of a special virtual place, the blogosphere, and if you can't forgive someone for a little transgression, well... maybe you are being a little too real today.











Have a great weekend peoples! Maybe an unreal one even?