Freedom’s just another word

Me and Bobby McGee

Following JB’s post of yesterday about world reaction to the United States Supreme Court’s most recent decision, I had a mind to follow up on that topic, but realized there are a lot of folk who need to express feelings, thoughts and anguish, and I would stand down for now.

And so my mind took me in a different direction.

I forgot my ear buds when I went walking this morning (early, as it is now 31C), and it gave me a chance to do some free thinking. Bounce my thoughts here and there.

Freedom came to the fore, of course. Well, at least the thought of it. And what it meant. Different folk, different slant. Different hope. Different anguish.

But, for this moment I am thinking about the losses of freedom we put on ourselves. Think, breaking self-imposed chains. Things that affect our everyday life. Things that have a good initially, and then we become dependent.

For instance;

I had to smile when I thought about conspiracists who said the government put tracking chips in the vaccine. (and were believed by too many of the P.T. Barnum ilk), and yet wear tracking bracelets and carry cell phones and other devices.) Chips not required.

When people – read ME here – sign up for self improvement programs that include weight loss, exercise, meditation – you name it. And carry on with them for years. **Note: I am not dissing these programs for even a minute. They are the reason I am healthy and active at 75.

No, my thoughts are that they have a purpose and I suddenly realized when I was preparing my food plan for the week and setting activity goals that I didn’t have to do this anymore.

I realized that the purpose of the programs had a training function. And there comes a time when one must ditch the training wheels of life. I know how to eat healthy. I know how much activity I require for good health and well-being. I also don’t need to know how much sleep and deep sleep I had.

So I have freed myself from such things as of today and it feels good. Of course that now leaves a lot of free space in my brain. Hmmm 

No, you’re not seeing double. Posted yesterday on the AWA site

Concern and Disbelief

I think a coup has been completed. Regardless of the subject matter it has been demonstrated that the United States and all its laws are controlled by six people and none are elected officials

“Our mothers teach us to speak, and the world teaches us to shut up.”  Valeria Luiselli, Mexican author 1983 – I looked on from afar and then …

Concern and Disbelief

As Time Goes By

I had another post in mind right up to the point of starting to type, but something else won out.

I have become enamoured of late with an old TV Series from Britain. It has started a once a day episode and I PVR it, generally watching in the evening.

It’s an old tale about love lost, and a reuniting thirty-eight years later, when paths cross again.

It’s a lovely show, starring Dame Judi Dench and Geoffrey Palmer, that makes me feel, sentimental, wistful, and comforted. I guess. Not sure if that really says how it makes me feel, but it’s the best I can come up with.

It’s a calming time, a laughing time, that ends with a sigh. (Mine not theirs)

Sometimes I find myself wondering if there had been someone who loved me all those years ago and I didn’t know it. Something to ponder.

The series originally ran from 1992-2004 I think.


Dame Judi Dench

The Dame is one of my favourite actresses. I love her style, her accent, her humour. Whether she is Jean from this series or M from the 007 franchise she emanates femininity wrapped around iron strength.

The Jean character and the Lionel character play off each other well. And none of this kissy sweet stuff. They grumble and gripe

like most real life couples I know.

It just makes for a very pleasant half hour a day. And of course the lyrics and music brings back warm feelings of yesteryear. You know, mid-last century.

It all just feels like a soothing balm in a world that’s gone upside down. 

As Time Goes By

Song by Dooley Wilson


You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

And when two lovers woo
They still say “I love you”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate
That no one can deny

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Herman Hupfeld

As Time Goes By lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Just a lovely thought! may you all find a bit of calm today.


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