Trini-patriot coloured bug might be killed for sport by the uncaring. Photo by Padjo Planet Photography

  

I WATCH INSECTS GOING ABOUT THEIR DOGGED WAY, AND I WONDER:

Who are we to think the road too long, the mountains too high, the valleys too deep and fraught with potential peril.

    Then I have to remember that for many people life is like an insect trail. We are seen as small yet scary; as inconsequential yet unsettling; and to certain others we seem infinitely bothersome, though we’re doing nothing but crossing their path as we go about the business of simply living our lives.

    Then such people do unto us as they would do unto insects. Think about it.

Come Good

Another young man's life ended at a "routine" police stop in Minneapolis, even as the George Floyd murder case proceeds in court almost one year after his killing. Touch the link: Young Black man killed in traffic stop

Please also touch the links below to connect to my blog, Trinbago Come Good. Read my past posts commenting on heinous incidents in our recent world history.

A Murder in Minneapolis

Man-made murderers

IN SOME CULTURES THEY DO NOT BEGIN TO COUNT YOUR BIRTHDAYS UNTIL AFTER YOU HAVE LIVED A YEAR.

Thus, in those places, everyone will always be one year younger than someone else born the same year somewhere else. 

Don't you just love cultural nuance? So very interesting and ... practical when you think about it. It's like that first year is an extended gestation; and only after you have survived out in the world for the initial twelve months, then and only then are you considered truly born.

I've been so fascinated by this over the years, it has driven me to make some alterations in my own life. One of those deals with celebrating the turning of the New Year.

How to greet a year

For almost two decades I've opted to bring the new year in, not with fêting, revelry and amid a throng of cavorting strangers; but quietly, reflectively, meditatively. Then, an hour or so before midnight glides in, I'd sit down to write something, so I could greet the new year in that activity.

Why? Superstition. Tis said that what you are doing at the stroke of midnight from old year into new is the thing you will do the most of that year. That action will, thus, ever remain the same. 

What I have altered is the making of resolutions. To be clear: I don't any more. And while I heartily wish people sincere Happy New Year, in myself I do not count that the New Year has truly begun until I experience my first triumph.

The lead up to whatever that will turn out to be is as a gestation period. The achievement is the birth of the new.

All that being said is simply to help you understand why my New Year's wishes to you, dear hearts, arrives so late.

I've made my first big accomplishment of the year, and I vow to use it to change my life and the lives of as many others as will allow, for the good, with what I have gained. 

Peace, love and peppersauce 

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2021

It takes a fine balance to stand this tall facing life's "lessons"

THEY BURNED WOMEN LIKE ME AT THE STAKE LONG AGO.

 

So it should come as no surprise that I was burned -- as in Burn Notice burned -- out of my career in these purportedly modern times.

 

I recall when I was going through the worst of that dread part of my life, feeling like I would lose my sanity and, in that state, do unspeakable, damaging things to myself or others, my Beloved Boyfriend uttered, 

Only justice will make it right.

 

Still today I suffer Post Traumatic Syndrome Disorder effects from that prolonged, systematic, yet absolutely personal attack and abuse.

One of the worst is that I walk through this world I love, interact with people I care profoundly for at a spiritual level, and I seem to trust … but I never trust. 

 

Perhaps I will never trust again.

 

Perhaps few of us ever truly trust ... we are so guarded against being burned.

 

The real problem preventing our proper healing from hurts is that there seems to be no justice.

 

Battered but still breathing

 

Sometimes I feel I can't breathe. Only sometimes. Despite everything, I am happy to be alive and be just who I am. If more people could feel that way, there would be less need for justice in our world.

 

How? It is a basic, fundamental, natural magic kind of fact about human beings:

People who love themselves simply do not try to hurt others.

 

In fact, what they do try to do is NOT hurt others.

 

There is massive irony in this: the things about us that most makes broken people attack, are the same things that save us from going mad under those attacks.

 

So can you wish those things were not a part of you? I say, “Nay!”

 

I do so hope when you touch the links to my other blogs (below), you'll realise each most recent post deals particularly with carrying on in the face of challenges.

 

Come Covid; come cutthroat connivers posing as capable authorities; come sometimes wishing to turn into a cold-hearted killer, breathe through your woes and carry on into some good and productive work.

 

That’ll keep your head on. That will help focus the inner fires.

 

Peace, love and peppersauce

 

You can break, or you can break away and reach for bluer skies.

Linking is the way to go

Politics is for before election. Governance is for after. Perhaps those in power fail to live up to that because they forget what patriotism is for. Read more: Patriot: fact or act?

 

It’s easy to “fly the flag of our fathers” when everything is honky-dory and worth celebrating, but isn’t it more important and needed when challenges are the order of the day? Read on: Flagging love for my land

 

Immunogenic is the way to go to combat endometriosis AND Covid besides. Read how: Breath, Aye, Immunity

 

Breathe and take a break. Simple advice. Simple plan. Engage!

Read: Happiness breaks heal all how

 

PHOTOS© by: Jhaye-Q Trinbago Photography

 

 

There's adversity. That's life.

Some people act like, "No, not for me." But come on, really now?

I think anyone who takes that perspective is saying other people don't matter; that whatever pain, strife, fear, undoing persons outside themselves are going through means all how zero.

"What's it got to do with me?" then.

 

The bulletproof people

Only fools can't see. I mean, it's like those who are destroying the planet for all of us, but benefiting monetarily from it: they seem to think that because they are not currently suffering the floods, the droughts, the famine, the lack of potable water, it means they will never have to reap the whirlwind of an utterly devastated planet.

There's been A LOT of selfish excrement going on of late. And I'm shocked that there are still those who act all "I am bulletproof."

Covid doesn't care what colour you are! 

And who the hell are the people most adversely affected by "hotter" sunlight?

My point is we need to get real when we consider our worth and our vulnerability. Anything, anything at all can hurt any of us, regardless of our super high opinions of ourselves.

Be human, live human, treat others like humans.

Treating others like humans means reaching out to help how you can; hence why I created a blog aimed at empowering women suffering under endometriosis. In my latest posts (ABC Endo: A Trinbago Survivor's Guide) I make endo-copers aware why they are at high risk for Covid-19, something no one else might be alerting them to.

Treating others like humans means standing up against oppression and the spreading of hate, as I tried to do in my posts centred around George Floyd's murder and reactions by people holding variant perspectives (Trinbago Come Good).

Treating others like humans means especially never forgetting each person's potential to be taught betterment, to be connected with and to learn to aim for higher in self, words and deeds (Trinbago Shine On).

I hope reading these posts will help you be stronger, wiser, fuller; to have heart and to have a heart. 

I blog because I'm human. I blog because I know, so are you.

Peace, love and peppersauce!

Blog, rest, repeat

Many women experiencing endometriosis pain have said it feels like being unrelentingly devoured by many feeding creatures

Ignorance, not bliss

Imagine what it must be like for the millions of women who do not have a clue. Consider:

• There is severe constriction of freedom of information on endo, that could empower women to protect and capably care for their mental, physical and emotional well-being

• There remains very little proper medical support and help; thus leaving women to suffer from the stresses of endo, that often result in an inability to earn a living and pursue a productive life, including motherhood and a family

• There continues to exist total constriction of reproductive rights through often unnecessary removal of ovaries and/or womb

• It has been proven that lack of assistance can result in severe debilitation … and even death

Help a touch(screen) away

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”