Whenever I think about money it brings to mind the Abba song “Money, money, money”. (I’m dating myself I know!) The chorus goes: Money, money, Must be funny In the rich man’s world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man’s world Aha-ahaaa All the things I could do If I had a little money It’s a rich man’s world Indeed most of us feel that more money would make our lives better. Was this not at the core of women fighting for equal pay? In the modern world money equals freedom and women want that freedom. So
I didn’t even want to write this story. It reveals too much of my weakness. I always like to present myself as calm, loving, peaceful. But I think we all experience those times when we are anything but calm. We had a P.A. day and it was a beautiful, sunny winter day. Not too cold but cold enough to go skating on a natural rink. I had a whole plan for the day that I thought was beautiful. We would go skating on the duck pond, lingering as long as we wanted, come home for some hot chocolate, do some crafts
Mental health is a wonderful concept to incorporate into the myriad conversations on health as a whole. Now shortly before I wrote this entry I was facilitating a yoga class. What may appear to be a strictly physical process is in fact shaped, held and digested in the mind. The mind as an uncanny ability to chatter, think, worry, fear, judge, channel and imagine with very little prompting or effort. And like a radio we are privy to all the different stations, static and frequencies.
I find that pink elicits strong feelings in people. It’s the one colour I have heard women say emphatically that they do not wear. According to Wikipedia it is the second most disliked colour. Brown being the colour most often cited as a person’s least favourite. But I have never heard anyone say they don’t like brown with the hard edge they reserve for pink.
I went skating on the duck pond today. I call it that because in the summer ducks come to nest each year. It’s one of my favorite places and I’m sure you will hear of it often here. It’s completely natural so the ice is bumpy here and there. When I started out I was very stiff, sure that I’d hit some big bump and fall flat on my butt. I was taking short, choppy strides, bent over like an old woman, arms extended to catch myself if I did fall.