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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Welcome to Unicorn, Rainbow, Hippie, Sunshine Land!



A little bit of lightning has just struck my brain.  Dun, dun, dun (insert drum roll)...with the epiphany that I am not a terribly cohesive person.  Therefore, this will not be a very cohesive blog.  I have, in fact, been puzzling over this for some time now.  Attempting to make sense of myself, which does not make sense.  ;)  I think I shall give it up like a bad habit.  And just be...just be...all over the map.  Like splatter paint.  So, there it is.  We (meaning, me, myself, & I) will be posh & call ourselves & our blog 'eclectic'.  ;D  How rich does one need to be to morph from plain, ol' insane to 'eclectic'?

The Epiphany Elephant.  
A very necessary thing for bright ideas, they hold so much more than light bulbs are able, although if you happen to be holding one of these over your head, remember to rest your neck.  ;P
Also useful for carrying the occasional Arabian Sultan on holiday.

Second star to the right & straight on till morning, is where you'll find me.  In weird wonderland.  "Unicorn, rainbow, hippie, sunshine land" was something that a very unhappy person said to my sister at one time, implying that living in such a place (meaning 'state of mind' here) was egregious & stupid.  She said it with a lot of other unpleasant words mixed in, like a martini of yuck, but I won't repeat them here.  She hated that other people could find life beautiful, despite it's flaws.  She thought it was looking through rose colored glasses, to believe that life is a dear thing.  I cannot say I know why.  When you're bitter, all you have is the bitterness.  You suck on it like maggot lollipops (thank goodness, there is no such thing!).  And you see the world like little Kay (from Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen) when the glass shard of the evil, demon mirror pierced his eye.  He saw it as ugly, until Gerda saved him from the Snow Queen's wintery clutches.

Better to be a unicorn, even amongst hunters.

     To quote Agatha Christie, the renowned mystery author (for shame!-I have yet to read her work): "I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
     So, here in blogland, I shall strive to be happy.  To appreciate whatever life is left to me, however many days, the hours, the minutes, & seconds.  I shan't have them back, like an hourglass turned once more, the sands drain.  I hope always to love life, even when in wild despair, which (more likely than not) will be tomorrow...& then I'll grouse & make mopey faces in my mirror.  Ignore me when I am that way.  ;)
    So, what things make you madly happy?  Brings you bucketfuls of sparkles & joy?  I love so many, silly, little, insignificant things.  Like grass & trees & toothpaste & brooches...  ;P  If I were Shakespeare, perhaps I would write sonnets...& use fewer emoticons (sorry, laughter doesn't translate well on the written/typed page, unless you happen to be writing a novel & can thus say, 'she said with a laugh like that Tom Hulce guy who played Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart'...such an annoying laugh.)  ;)

 (Insert annoying Amadeus laugh...well played, Mr Hulce!)
 Amadeus, 1984

 Sonnet #29
When, in disgrace with Fortune & men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself & curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
... Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, & that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, & then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
 

Probably this virtual epistle will have little rhyme or reason.  I can't think of a niche where life fits for myself.  So, forgive my ramblings.  Feel free to bring your own here!-(ramblings, that is!)  I would love to hear.  May we always have the leisure to spout nonsense & the temerity to disregard the naysayers (even when that Negative Ned happens to be yourself.)  :)     

~CIAO!~


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