I’ve taken on the task of writing a series of articles about my youth in the communes and spiritual journey in later life, and I have to admit some very interesting stuff is coming up.
I was reminiscing about going about dressed in orange as a kid, and the schoolyard scrapes I got into as a result. There were a few fights, and later in life I realise that there still is the impulse to fight people with fists when a conflict goes off the rails.
These things from early childhood have deep roots!
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Indeed.
I have claws, fists, grappling and kick in the Nazi areas, skills from my youngling days.
Have you considered dressing as a citrus fruit, to develop immunity to being called a freak?
Here to help.
Luckily I was always a sturdily built lad, and not small, so I did alright in the scrapes I got into.
Mine "I came, I saw, I'm Bonkers" short and sweet
@Jeroen @Shoshin1
I have a blog site, which you and others I know here, are free to admin and join.
Bit of a mess as I learn to use it (too much of an intro) Long time since I have used a blog AND don't think I used Wordpress previously ...
Scroll right down, down past ollie octopus to
Watch, Read, Listen
https://mettaray.com/blog/
Yep that is me gibbering to start with. Still playing around and trying to Journal, blog, etc.
I only need the Watch, Read, Listen section or similar
Will try and improve the interface as I go along.
I always let them throw the first punch and never fought dirty.
@Jeroen Clearly you have never fought a Nazi. Come to think of it my Tai Chi Chuan would be equally ineffective against a sucker/sukha punch from a dirty Nazi.
I'll stick to getting beaten up by my computer.
meanwhile... I have simplified my Blog Page. I have stripped it to the vipassana/Zen bone.
However it will take 4 hours for the site to update (at least) from what I can gather. But am much happier with its minimalist style. The content (mine) is usual incoherence.
So others still welcome...
Where is that mouthy moderator @federica when you needs her?
OM YA HA HUM
as we Bodhi chant at the dirty dancers...