Cooking metaphors for gardening? That’s so Lady G!
Bonus: Me watching for fireflies. Unfortunately, you might not be able to see them flash because they go so fast, but at least you can enjoy the sounds of the crickets chirping on a beautiful Southern night 🙂
Happy Father’s Day Daddy! Thanks for being a great DAD! Love you!
I have got to find ways to improve my mental wellbeing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still ALL about the cause and will continue my work…
But, as my dear friend, the other Lady G oft quotes, “The world is too much with us…”
She borrowed it from Wordsworth and I borrowed it from her.
In an effort to keep “the world” manageable for ME, I decided to do something fun on the blog by offering a rambling commentary on my musical posts, including “My Jams” which was a R&B series for years 1966-1996.
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This post is dedicated to all foxy ladies everywhere; if you are a woman that means you!
“Yes honey, I was a fox back in my day!”
This is a picture of me from 20 something years ago. I have a good handle on the year because I was a couple of months pregnant with my son. You might remember him from one of my Sunday shout out posts.
Anyway, from time to time, I find myself telling the young’uns about how much of a fox I used to be. Oh yeah, then I usually have to define ‘fox’ –lest they think I’m talking about a small woodland creature.
But just to be on the safe side, let me be clear, a “fox” is a good looking woman.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you about my tendency to talk about having once been a fox. Well baby one day after bragging about my former fox status, I caught myself thinking, “Why in the hell am I saying that?”
Or in other words, what matter does it make? Or better yet, WHO GIVES A DAMN!
So what if I ‘used’ to be a fox! Whether that was the case or not, it is of absolutely no consequence at this point in time.
What about now? Well, I’d argue that all you former foxes need to unite with me and together we can work on accepting this whole aging thing. Come on! We need to redefine what it means to be a “fox.” Let’s start by learning to love our graying hair and puffy eyes. And while we’re at it, let’s start to treasure that eternal belly roll that many of us received from giving birth. Don’t get me wrong, we should get and stay in shape for wellness purposes-first and foremost!
Hell that pudge ain’t going nowhere so long as folks believe in the myth of spot reducing-But I digress!
By the way, this isn’t all about looks! It is my belief that our new ‘foxiness’ REQUIRES us to cultivate important traits like kindness, warmth, joy, wisdom, tenderness, generosity, loyalty and reverence for God (how ever God looks to you),mankind, and nature.
Once we are done accepting and cultivating all of the above, we must envelope our new selves with LOVE. I am not kidding ! This is real talk!
And now…let us go forth foxy ladies! We’ve got a new generation of real foxes to raise!