Just a slightly quirky (yet quite well-adjusted) grey-haired girl, *Menina to friends, hoping for emotional security, serenity, soulfulness, smiles and adventures with someone warm, wise and well-balanced, who enjoys being as well as doing, and is an enduring fan of the natural world, that big beautiful thing we used to be allowed out in, to roam as we pleased!
All photos between Feb 2019 and March 2020.
Ever dream up ways of meeting someone that don't involve dating sites? How does your scenario go?
One just popped into my head today, as I was thinking, "Why can't I just get chatting to someone in the street?!" (“Well, we’ll TELL you why!”, shout five million people at once!)
So, anyway, setting that reality (partly) aside for the moment, there we are, chatting in the street, strictly two metres apart, but still about to be approached by two police officers enquiring as to our business being out, and whether looking at paintings through the window of a small art gallery shop (which is probably going to go out of business) constitutes an essential activity (it is if you’re doing it to test your eyesight!), when it starts to rain.
I pull out my smaller than standard red umbrella, with its proliferation of white hearts, that always gets a smile from passersby, and he opens his great big golf umbrella whose diameter would rival the wingspan of an eagle owl (if I weren't exaggerating - slightly). I raise my eyebrows, and he says, "Actually, I prefer yours!" (my umbrella, not my eyebrows, obvs), to which I reply, "Swapsies?"
And, sure enough, he hands me his umbrella, under which I promptly disappear, after frantically slathering a mild household bleach solution all over its handle, followed by the frenzied rubbing back and forth over its surface of, oh, at LEAST five antibacterial wipes, while he walks along not quite by my side, cos its width is fortunately keeping him at bay (the width of the umbrella, not my side - mind you, if I eat any more of those stockpiled non-essential chocolate bars...) and he's twirling my red and white loveheart number and smiling at the lone passerby who is out doing her one form of permitted exercise for the day (unicycling), like it's the most natural thing in the world - the umbrella-twirling, not the unicycling, although...
Later on, over a relaxing cuppa at a little street café (it's all right, the sun's out again, and we are, in fact, merely gazing nostalgically at a picture of a street café on his phone and imagining the tea), we discover something else that feels like the most natural thing in the world - simply being together...almost! :-)
I am looking for a man who doesn't smoke or do drugs and who generally likes people and is interested in their stories. He most probably also smiled at the above!
I like following quote, although I can’t remember who** wrote it:
"We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul, that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save one another, that evoke our capacity to hold another human life without dishonouring its mystery, never coercing the other into meeting our own needs."
*From the Portuguese, not the Spanish
**I finally remembered to google it: Parker J Palmer is the author. Thank you, Parker J Palmer!
A poem I wrote about something else, but which seems apt in the current crisis:
“In their voices, sunlight;
wide open vistas in their words...
Sunlight and space beyond
of the dark little cell
that can hold them
What will You do on the other side of the door?
The clouds drift;
A dewdrop lengthens on a leaf...
Life is slowly beautiful once more.
Thought for the days...the wise fool is the King or Queen whose clown rests easily on his/her head! Well done if you don’t think that sentence contains a typo! ;-)
- Hair Wasn't listed as an option
- Eyes Blue
- Height 5' 2" / 157cm
- Weight 7 st 0 lbs / 45kg
- Body type Slim
- Glasses No
- Ethnicity White
- Stance No Interest
- Qualifications A levels (or equivalent) and a degree
- Situation Employed
- Income between £10,000 and £19,999
- Have No
- Want I don't want to have children
- Home I rent my home
- Live With Alone