We're welcoming another follower, folks, and I'm delighted. There's no need to get involved, R., just hang around until you get your feet wet and then dive in with a comment if you like. I feel really stupid because I told my new friend there was something wrong with her blog. Just me trying something new. Note to self: don't try something new and tell anybody about it! I'll just embarrass myself.
I ordered a turquoise and pearl choker today, a lovely set for $12 from Sue's Etsy account. She sure makes beautiful jewelry and at a very reasonable price, too, for anyone who's interested. Just click on "The Bramble Patch" and she'll tell you all about it. Sue is a rocket surgeon by day (or something very similar...???) and a part-time artiste by night. If anyone wants a link to her Etsy jewelry I'll provide it. She's much too modest. Look for the link on "My Favorite Sites" to the right of this post.
That brings up the question of adorning oneself. It seems to be endemic in humanity including both men and women to adorn ourselves, rather with tattoos, extravagant hairstyles, colored tees, nose rings, jewelry of all sorts...look at any nation or tribe in the world and you'll see a wealth of adornment and color. Even mutilation like piercing, ear lobe elongation, or binding feet was meant for beauty. What is it in the human race that creates this need for adornment and beauty? Also music - percussion in particular, chanting and singing with the human voice - seems to be a common thread running through our different cultures. I've read somewhere that ball and stick games have existed throughout history in all different cultures and centuries. The string game we used to call "cat's cradle" on one's hands is also played in all cultures, no matter how isolated. Are we hard wired for beauty and recreation?
A blog for those who are of a different mind about the world, and for their friends and families
Introduction
Hi, there. Thanks for visiting. I'm starting this blog as an advocate for mental and physical health. I'm a freelance writer and also own a home based medical transcription business. I was diagnosed in 1978 with paranoid schizophrenia and started to become acutely ill three years prior to that, unmedicated, frightened, confused, and in trouble with the law. I graduated from university with distinction the year I became ill. I've never regretted learning how to think at university. I struggled with my illness for 35 years and have reached the top of the mountain now, I think, or the other side, where the grass is greener and the path easier. There's hope for all of us, the whole human race, and never think there isn't hope or joy no matter your circumstances. I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences with mental illness in all its forms: depression, brain injury, autism, schizophrenia, bipolar, anxiety disorders, etc. and your positive experiences as well as those lies and half truths society and even therapists would have us believe about ourselves.
We are different folks, and we are beautiful. The whole human race is beautiful. Let's celebrate life.
We are different folks, and we are beautiful. The whole human race is beautiful. Let's celebrate life.
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