Could I Talk At You For A Minute? Thanks.

Just a quick word, here. Didn’t plan to post. Must keep on editing. (Yes, I am STILL (endlessly) applying rewrites to my lovely (BEST EVER) book and need to crack on with it!). But, I wanted to talk to you for a sec.  Mountain

Yesterday, a little somethin’ – somethin’ happened that threw me (and quite a few others) sideways. I was surprised, sort of like that day roughly three years ago when I got my rejection letter from the Home Office, and not unlike that day, also roughly three years ago, when a certain someone unexpectedly won an election. Both events shook me. Finding out other people don’t think the same way I do is always a shock. The quakes pushed me into places I would not have otherwise ventured, however, and happily, as the adage implies, there was gain to be had. I just needed to look for it.

I am an unwavering advocate for freedom. Freedom to worship, to speak, to write, to love and live as one chooses without fear of recrimination is sacrosanct. It is the stuff of epic novels, a theme for mystic poets, and the soul of breath-taking art. The principles of it, formed and fed by my understanding of free-will, are ever evolving. The practice of it, walking the walk of it, keeps me on my toes, and I’m no ballerina. I am a capitalist in the skin of a socialist, a dreamer in the body of a realist, and an innocent ravaged by time. I feel deeply, express myself poorly, and stand, mostly alone, on the fringes of a social order that is astonishingly out of order. I am standing, though, which is quite extraordinary.

Despite having my feet planted, I find myself wobbling, my body gnawed bloody by the slinging of vitriol-soaked word arrows. It seems sporting to publicly trash people, and dis rule of law nowadays. Folks are free to do so, but their actions are anything but helpful. In fact, they’re downright harmful. Then again, it’s only a bit of banter, yeah? Words cannot really hurt us. Hm.

Words express thoughts and as such, harbour commanding energies. When we believe strongly in something, if it is a grand thing defined by a capital letter word, it is complex and layered. Because as a species we are not quite ‘there’ yet, we don’t always find the clues in words that direct us to the divine. We end up confounding messages, making them awkward and thorny. Then, realising what we’ve done, desperate and afraid, we look to others to instruct and guide us. A gigantic ask.

I cannot evolve, will not reach enlightenment (if there is such a thing) waiting for someone else to make the world perfect. There is no perfect. It’s a freaking construct. And no, we are not islands. I am not suggesting that. I know that each person on this planet is a reflection of me. As such, and since I don’t like to be slandered, spit at, called despicable names, and chastised for every last thing I do, it’s up to me to stop railing against others in those same ways.

I don’t want to be told what to do with my money, how many fries I should eat, or what colour my hair should be. If I want advice, criticism, constructive or otherwise, let me ask for it before it’s delivered.

I freely choose to not eat meat or animal products. I choose to buy second-hand. I use make-up and scent. I’ve handed my last fiver to a stranger and waited a couple of days to eat because of it. I abide by the law mostly, but don’t play by the rules. I am only a victim when I say so. And there’s lots of other stuff that’s me, too. Am I talking about you? No. And I shouldn’t, I cannot. You are not me. Together, however, we are a neverending series of uniquely glorious stories. Do I like every tale, agree with every path? Of course not. But what I can do is act according to my principles and try my best to get up every day and function knowing full well I will fuck up, get it right, piss somebody off, win someone’s favour, fall down, and stand up again, like I’m doing right now. You? Feel free to sit. That’s brilliant, too.

This topic isn’t shallow or simple. Humanity isn’t shallow or simple so how could it be? Regardless, despising differences, assuming we have all the answers, and focussing on crap, hasn’t gotten us much. Maybe we could shut up and do the opposite. What can it hurt? What we’ve been doing all along clearly isn’t working. Let’s try another tactic, shall we?

So, my wish is twofold. Solutions only, please. Apathy, condemnation, inactivity, and fault finding are destroyers. Let’s act, even if we fail. Let’s address what we can in our own lives, try out some change there. See what it’s like. Second and last, I wish that you find the things you most love and hold them close today. Hug your children. Listen to laughter. Photograph a mountain as it kisses a cloud. If you feel better doing it, do more of that. And have no doubt, we can do what they will not.

Until tomorrow…

16 thoughts on “Could I Talk At You For A Minute? Thanks.

  1. There’s quite a lot in this that could be describing me. Except, I confess that I probably wouldn’t give my last fiver to a stranger. I still think about the state of the world, and then get exhausted by it. I retreat for a while, and then inevitably come back for another crack at it 🙂 Sometimes, I wish that I could be apathetic like so many seem to be, as it looks much easier to be in the world like that, but deep down I know that apathy would bore me – lol!

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    1. Frances Sullivan

      Yeah, would still be inclined to do that (the money thing) but you see, we’re all a sniff different and it’s not so bad. Of course, there are deal breakers… LOL. And yeah, we’re not the apathetic sort, you and me. I think we’d be good friends, keep each other from getting too tangled up in BS. 🙂

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    1. Frances Sullivan

      You, too, Charlie. Hope to be in the UK next year. Have to remember why I want to be there. LOL. Are you back in SA? Anywho, we WILL get together at some point. Hope you and yours are enjoying the season wherever you are. Happy shooting (pictures)!!! x

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  2. Peter

    Fran, enjoying air you have written, sometimes it strikes home , but that is the intent , I think .
    Think of you often , that chane meeting on the ferry to Vancouver .keep it up .
    Love and hugs from an old man .
    Merry Christmas to you and your family,and friends .
    Peter mulrooney

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    1. Frances Sullivan

      Hello Peter! Hearing from you has made my day. I, too, think of you often. I still treasure the Celtic pin, ribbon, and card you gave me. Also happy to hear you enjoy my musings. Yes, they are meant to ‘hit home’. I suppose, though, it’s because I write about my take and my feelings. I can’t be that different from others. 😉
      Merry Christmas to you and your amazing family, too.
      Love and hugs from an old lady.
      F

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    1. Aprille james

      Love your beautiful way with words Fran. Sending Christmas Greetings and Hope for us all, for a Bright 2020 ⭐️🎄❄️
      Love Aprille. X

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      1. Frances Sullivan

        Aw, touched, Aprille. Sending greetings right back your way for you and all. I’m eternally hopeful so here’s to 2020!!! Bring it. 🙂

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    2. Frances Sullivan

      Thank you, as always. And yep, will raise my glass to sunrises and perfect snowflakes, and love. Sending love right back to you, too. x

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  3. Vic Morgan

    A beautifully written piece. I despair at some of the comments I read these days. We seem to have lost the ability to debate, disagree and discuss without vitriol and that’s very sad. Me ? I’ll keep taking pictures of the sky, after all why wouldn’t you ?

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    1. Frances Sullivan

      I am flattered that you would read and take the time to comment, Vic. Thank you. I suppose words are my sky pictures and while it would be glorious (vain) if the world loved them, what matters most is that they help me. Your pictures, (not to mention play-by-plays on your beloved teams) brighten your day and do the same for many folks. By the way, when did journalism fall into the hands of business moguls and and digital plantation owners? Hm. I need a sit-down with Marshall McLuhan. LOL. Anywho, maybe via your pictures and my words (and all the others doing similar things) we can encourage folks. Hope spings eternal. 🙂

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  4. Mildred Caldwell

    One of the dangers of social media is that it gives the naysayers and all who wish to express negative comments a chance to do so without facing the person who expressed their feelings and ideas in the first place. It must be so difficult to run for a political office – whether it is for mayor or MP. They have to have a very thick skin and be willing to ignore all nasty comments that are made.

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    1. Frances Sullivan

      I agree, Mildred. It’s a brave new world. We have to be smart about it and, as you say, ignore a lot of garbage that’s slung around.

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