Rosy Outlook

Books read in April:

Little Beauties, by Kim Addonizio
History of Love, by Nicole Krauss
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, by Mark Haddon

I have been nudged too many times to ignore.

I know I haven't written in a loooong time, but have been alive and well, as my fellow flickrites who are also on LJ know.

Posting an Easter pic... just sweet Easter bread made by moi and some Belgian Chocolate chicks.

That's all I got for now. Still rethinking LJ and if and how it still fits into my life. Hope you are all well, too!

xx Rosy

May your legs be swift,
and your heart light!

Happy Birthday to one of the kindest men I've never met! :D
xx Rosy

ps: you scared me, I thought I really missed it... but the day is young, as are you!!

My head is filled with ideas lately, what surfaces most is the concept of being a "late bloomer".

Is it that some people really develop skills later in life or is it just different things are allowed come to the forefront and they are finally rewarded after years of steady, sound work?




Doris Lessing just won the Nobel Prize for literature at 87. She never finished high school and had been shortlisted so long, she says she "had forgotten all about it". I love that. *

What's amazing is she is only the 11th woman to be awarded this prize since its inception in 1901. Hmmm....

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Coming home from the gym yesterday, the sun broke through one spot of the sky over the tall trees that line Parc Angrignon. Those trees looked so gorgeous in full colour, yet with some of their leaves missing now, they exuded an almost vulnerable quality...looking through the branches was like discovering vintage lace. It brought tears to my eyes...again, thinking about the autumn of a life. Unique beauty and brilliance that is also fleeting. I am glad that I believe in an afterlife, not that I don't cherish this one, but I know for certain that this life has only served as preparation for the perfect journey.

You know you couldn't pay me to be 20 or even 30 again. I used to worry about so many things,which I had no control over, that it actually clouded my thinking and actions.

I mean, I know I still care about things that others feel are not important. I have an old world sense of family, hospitality, home and friendship, of doing things as perfectly as possible...things that sometimes other people don't get, so they back off, keeping a distance from me. I now realize, it's not my problem. Authentic people find their way to me and I will take an authentic person, flaws and all, over what a lot of people pass off as being hip and flip these days.

Only to say that while I wouldn't want to go back to my youth, I am concerned I will not have time to do all the things I want to do... now that fear no longer paralyzes me.

For the first time in my life, I feel an opportunity to choose a path, instead of just surviving. It's scary, don't get me wrong, but after all I have been through, fear is the least that life can throw my way.

Bring it on...

*This is Ms. Lessing, greeting reporters on the stoop of her London home after coming back from the shops and being told she had won. I love Ms. Lessing for many reasons, the least of which is she still wears cute shoes to go shopping.