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The Lion the Witch and the Warbler…

Posted on May 6, 2012 by ThePeachy1 in The Peachy Tree
My mothers day story

Long ago in a land not so very far there was a very young Lion.  The little lion was headstrong as young lions are.  The little lion was very curious, adventurous and would always get into trouble.

The Lion had been placed in the care of a Warbler, the Warbler like most Warblers was ill prepared, and had been cursed to the power of the Witch for all eternity.  This meant that the little Lion was subjected to the whims and rules of the Witch because the Warbler was completely powerless against the Witch.  The little Lion knew that she should please the witch because it would make her life so much easier, but it seemed as though the little lion could never make the Witch happy.  No matter what.  The mean old witch clearly disliked the little lion and reminded it at every turn just how much.  Even if it was just a look, a look of discontent, a look of disgust, a guttural primal noise of the sour taste the lions very breathing inflicted upon the Witch.

There had been a Tortoise and a Hare under the care of the Warbler but they had raced off before the little lion ever got to really know them.   Nothing the little  Lion did went without the implied threat that the Lion would go the way of the Tortoise and the Hare if she were to not conform.

But that silly little Lion was so headstrong.  That little Lion just knew that under no circumstances would she let the Witch win, or an even worse fate, be like the Warbler because that, would be worse than death.

As the little Lion grows she becomes stronger, smarter and way more clever than the Warbler in no time.   The Witch however continues to reign over the entire kingdom with her limitless power and realizes that even with all her power, the little Lion has remained hard headed and independent.

One day the not so little anymore Lion decides she is big enough and smart enough to leave the Kingdom and be rid of the Witch forever.  She has no pity for the Witch, and less for the Warbler.  The Lion had realized the Warbler could have escaped the power of the Witch many times, but it would mean leaving the Castle.  On that final day, the Witch flew into a rage and informed the Lion that it had always been a thorn in the side of the entire kingdom and nothing but a horrible reminder to the poor Warbler because if it weren’t for the Lion the Warbler would have had free will.  The Lion ran off, far far away.

For a very long time the Lion looked for the Hare and the Tortoise but they had little interest in the Lion. They had been free for so long they had their own families and they simply had no need for a Lion in a family of Hares or Tortoises.  So the Lion headed out to make her own Kingdom.

The Lion made horrible choices, and huge mistakes, it seemed like one directly after the next, but no matter how sad, lonely or hungry the Lion was she would not return to the Kingdom of the evil Witch.

Eventually the Lion grew up even through all her many mistakes and had her own family.  Not perfect, not easy, not quiet, because well, they were baby Lions.  Every mistake the Lion made she worried how it would affect her cubs, their safety, their lives, their happiness.  Because even though the Lion always walked with her head held high and had a mighty roar the Lion  had no clue what she was really doing, but she knew those cubs would know they were Lions and that was a thing to be proud of.

 

When the cubs were old enough, clever enough, strong enough, and proud enough, they learned from their Mother the stories of the Evil Witch and the wobbly Warbler .  When the Lion was sure her cubs understood, the Lion took them to the Kingdom  so they could understand what the Lion had fought so hard against.   Now the Lions would enter the Kingdom, strong, united, and with mighty proud roars.

The Lion saw the Witch had grown so much older, and somehow more gentle, and the Warbler appeared to no longer be under the spell of the Witch but instead now held the real power.  The Lion was confused as to how this Warbler who had never been able to protect the little Lion had stayed long enough and done enough that now the Witch couldn’t go a day without the Warbler, and the Warbler was in charge.  For a moment the Lion had hoped there might be a glimmer of hope for the Warbler and now the Lion and her beautiful Cubs would become important, and of value.  The moment faded fast and the Lion realized that it wasn’t the Witch who had made the choice all those years for the imprisonment of the Warbler but it was indeed the Warbler who had fed the Witch for so long, that the slow daily poisonings would soon pay  off.   The Warbler instead of seizing the power and freeing the Kingdom had become so like the Witch that when the Lion saw the Warbler speaking to her cubs she was reminded of how the Witch had spoken to her.  She grabbed her cubs and left the Kingdom forever.

The Lion and her family did not live happily ever after.  Her cubs grew up as all cubs do.  The Lion was proud but scared for her cubs no matter how grown they became.  She tried so hard to still hold her head up high and have a mighty roar, but the years had been hard on the Lion.   The Lion missed her cubs so dearly but understood that they had to go and find their own Kingdoms make their own mistakes as well as conquests.   Each time her cubs came upon a hardship the Lion would offer fate a drop of her soul in exchange for an easier way for her now growing cubs. The Lion reminds her grown cubs that they are indeed powerful wonderful, amazing Lions, and they can become the rulers of their Kingdoms.   But eventually even with nearly the entire soul of the Lion traded one of the cubs fell away.

As the Lion lays quietly in her Den, depleted, she always tried to force her younger days and the heartbreak for one of her cubs out of her mind with the visions of her other cubs living a wonderful exciting and adventurous life, but she never forgets.  As an older wiser Lion she grew to understand how the Witch became a Witch, and found out that the Witch was once too a Lion,  but she held onto her sad past for so long that she turned each drop of pain into a magic brick to build a wall of anger around herself.  She had become a  Witch to protect herself.   In later years the Warbler  came to need the Lion.  But the Lion never allowed herself to fully trust the Warbler because the Lion remembered how the Warbler had  secretly poisoned the Witch for so many years.   She often wondered which was more evil, the Witch or the Warbler.

Sometimes the Lion forgets that her cubs are grown, sometimes the Lion dreams that her cubs are still little and she can do things differently, better, and avoid all her mistakes so her cubs would have better lives, so they would know they are fierce amazing powerful Lions.  Sometimes the Lion just hopes and dreams that her cubs know how very very much they are loved.

 

In my dreams my cubs live happily ever after.

 

 

 

XO 

PEACH OUT..

 

 

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is it living because it only feels like waiting…

Posted on March 22, 2012 by ThePeachy1 in It's Juicy, Peachy Advice, The Peachy Tree

With the overload of health issues around here, along with the common “life stuff”  I willing took a break from blogging after the last attacks from trolls, trolls who don’t know me, know my child, know my life, know my situation, and will never understand my life or my thoughts…  Simply put I took a break because I wans’t strong enough to keep going, 3 blogs 5 days a week and 2 little freelance writing gigs with groups kept me tied to the computer dumping out my odd take on humor,  insane non advice, and occasional a  serious topic that was usually vague.    Due to recent events I have decided I will blog, on my blog, and the trolls will not, can not affect me.  I wont allow them that kind of power.  I have to share this story because as odd or awful as this story,  I can’t believe I am the only one.  Sometimes knowing you aren’t alone, can make a differences on your life.  It has in mine.

 

 

For a very long time, I have had to live while waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I say living but it’s really just existing with spurts of me faking living when I can muster the strength to push the elephant in the room to the back of my mind.

When someone you love with all of your soul makes horrible choices, you have to make a choice.

I made a choice to love from a distance, allow that person to do things at their will, wherever they wanted. The condition. I would not support that person, their activities or their train of thought, not emotionally and definitely not financially.

Of course that comes with what is often emotionally a higher consequence for me, a soul eating mind boggling, hellish existence.  Torn when the phone doesn’t ring.  Then furious and emotional and again torn when it does.  There is no happy medium there is no mutual enjoyment of life and it’s experiences.  It is what it is.  An inner ring of hell.

It’s odd how the human brain learns to process things that are so completely outrageous and unacceptable if they happen enough.  Literally the brain removes any logic to save the heart.  It’s like the brain knows if one more little piece of your soul falls to the floor you will collapse with all breath gone and finally faded away.

Things you never in your life thought you would hear,  become somewhat expected.  Disappointing? Well of course.  Fear inducing, almost every time.   Seeing red with anger,  your brain somehow melts it to where a simple wash of un-easy gently rolls off your back.

You can’t fix it, they don’t want to be fixed, no matter how absolutely insane and ludicrous the situation you can not even point out how completely illogical the situation is, let alone offer solutions.  There are no less than 683 million reasons why all of your ideas are completely stupid.

You learn to focus not on the highs, not on the lows,  not on the shocking news,  but only on the fact that you love that person.   You make sure whatever you say wont offend them, or their choices, and you make double damn sure that person knows you love them, you love them deeply, you love them completely, you love them from your soul.  You only want the best for them, safety for them, happiness for them.

You see no one really has the same idea of happiness..  It took me 43 years to realize that.  Another thing this person taught me.  Just because it’s ” the normal” thing that you are sure would make anyone happy, happy and delighted and feeling so very lucky,   that can seem like hell on earth to someone with a completely different view of happy.  Their view of happy would be most peoples view of hell on earth.  So who am I to attempt to enforce my cookie cutter ideal of happy on anyone, any adult on the planet.  Simply put, I am no one.  I am just a daughter, a wife, a sister, a mother, an aunt, a friend.

I am made up as we all our of a unique cocktail of our childhoods, our teachers, our elders, our peers, our own life lessons, co workers, books we have read, shows we have seen.  Just a big casserole of a human being trying to find “happy”.  When I achieved happy I assumed that would be wonderful,  more than wonderful, and that in turn everyone would become happy, everyone would see how hard work brings happy, how loving each other brings happy,  how walking the right road, singing your own theme song, and smiling would obviously land you in happy.

I had a really hard time the past 20 years trying to shove people into the happy, I tried to drag them into happy, push them in, beg them, lure them,  slide shows of happy,  hand made cards, long emails, song dedications, heart felt talks and hugs, I could surely get them to happy, and then once they saw happy they would be like DUH clearly I want happy too !

I was wrong, their happy was so different than mine or most of societies so I had to do one of the hardest things on the planet and accept they would not be in my happy with me.  Maybe they were taking a different route, and we would meet up in happy.  Maybe their happy just meant more pit stops, more experiences, different criteria,  maybe  their happy would never lead to the same location as my happy, not even in the same area and I could never see them from my happy, what would I do then?

So then slowly you say, well they aren’t in my happy or headed that way,  but their happy could be really good for them, and so I will work on being happy for them in their happy.  little crumbles of your heart fall, and your soul tears a little more.  But in the end all you really want is for them to be happy, even if it’s not your happy.  So you convince yourself not to be such as narrow minded selfish ass who demands everyone’s happiness is within arms reach of your happiness.  Don’t be such an idiot to think we are all alike, what a boring world that would be right?  Keep telling yourself that, it makes it easier and you can persevere your heart, mind and soul a little more.  Plus it does make them happy that you are happy for them in their happiness.  It is painful but it’s good for them and for the relationship.

Then a call comes, it’s not happy call, you are prepared because when this disease spins round and round the calls come in 2 forms and 2 forms ONLY.  On top of the world best thing ever, everything is beyond amazing.  The next call could be in a week, or within 20 minutes of the first call  the world is ending, completely ending, there is no hope, there is no escape, there is nothing that can make it better, you can only listen, and try not to cry and remember to love, offer helpful solutions, even offer to make arrangements or calls even though miles separate you the internet can allow you to help, you do what you can and it’s usually for nothing,  it never works out, but you make damn sure they know you love them, you love them so much you can’t breath when they are in pain.

The calls- you see the caller id, it’s a number from a state that you don’t know, ever. But you know who is on the other end, you don’t know what kind of call it will be, but you take deep breaths and you prepare to play the roulette game that is literally their life.  What kind of call, what kind of incredibly fantastic nearly ludicrousness words of grandeur  or is it going to be the gut wrenching heart breaking sobbing pleads for help.  You don’t know, but you answer the phone, inviting the insanity, the roller coaster of love and hate and pain into the mundane yet happy that you are attempting to convince yourself of daily.

Nothing surprises you now.  Literally,  as long as it’s their voice on the end you are prepared.  Simply because it’s the common procedure.  You’ve learned to stop yelling, begging, urging, and just learned to focus on conveying the fact that you love the elephant in the room, and you love that elephant when your eyes open in the morning, and you love that elephant when your eyes wont close at night without a tear quietly running down your cheek.  No one see’s your tear. No one hears your cry and no one, no one on the planet can understand why this elephant is needed so deeply and is somehow comforting.

Then as you are in your happiness on the back porch wind blowing you sit with your little family, cross legged looking at your happiness, eating sandwiches and thinking how peaceful and loving and happy this all is.  The phone rings.

The elephant steps outside.  With 1 sentence the elephant sits on your chest, takes your breath, and overcomes your world as it’s sucked away by the crushing.  But sometime when that elephant climbs on your it compartmentalization your body,  the soul, the heart, the brain, are functioning separately.  This is good for you, it allows you to attempt to speak in a sane, calm, tone, using gentle words, no blame, just love.  The call ends, with mutual ” I love you’s”

The happiness is gone for them. Now faced with a very adult matter that simply can’t be “worked away”.

You don’t remember the rest of the happy picnic,  the people in your happiness with you do not have a conversation with you in regards to it.  You move on as you do after every call.   But something is wrong.  Very wrong

You can’t tell anyone, yet you don’t cry, you don’t sob, you don’t fall to the floor throwing up, you don’t steal a car and get to the elephant just to hold them.

What the hell is wrong with you.  Why are you not responding like a human,  why not like all the times you had hard news before.  You haven’t fallen apart yet.   Will you fall apart?  Will this change your ability to move forward?  Will this person now want back in your happy?  If this person comes back can you handle it, can the happy team handle it,  what will be the cost of the elephant if you don’t?  What will be the cost of happy if you do.

I know the other shoe will fall, It has to, there is just no way to process this without dying more inside,   maybe I am out of soul, heart, tears..  Maybe I have been cried out, maybe I am stronger, maybe my brain is trying to protect me.

I am very much not ok.  Mostly because I feel ok,  there is no way I should feel ok.  Why am I not shaking sitting in the shower crying and sobbing and vomiting like I have done so many times before when the not happy, no ok news came in.

I’m not even shaking.

The shoe will drop, I hope, I beg, I have the strength, the knowledge, the wisdom, the compassion, the ability, the life experience, balanced with the brain, the heart and soul, to take this journey.  To share my happy,  to understand their happy, to make a new happy, but most of all, to convey they undying, deepest of love and the basic humanity to make their happy the best happy I can make it.

          photo credit to www.myniceprofile.com/broke-heart

please find your happy, please let everyone you know how much you love them, even if their happy is so completely different than your happy.

XO
PEACH OUT.

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Mardi Gras- pictures for you. boobs, bear, beads, and bikinis

Posted on February 21, 2012 by ThePeachy1 in The Peachy Tree

It’s Mardi Gras people!  Last year I let you guys send me on a Mardi Gras scavenger hunt.  Then I posted the pictures for you all.  This year I am reposting it for everyone today …  Originally posted 3/11/20122  Enjoy

As always I dare to attempt to meet all of your needs, wishes and seriously jacked up requests.

Since I have the honor an privilege of living here on the Gulf Coast. I get things like hurricanes, rednecks and oil spills.  In return  the Catholic Church and Government gives us Mardi Gras.

I know all of you have been, want to go, or can’t come.  So in my efforts to continue Being Peachy I sent out an offer.  You name what you want to see from my Mardi Gras and I would get it.  Then I would dedicate it to you.

Needless to say you Juicy Fruits did not let me down. In fact you raised the bar so high I wasn’t sure if I could get it all.    ( some of you accidentally thought I live in New Orleans, as you asked for things we don’t have here even during mardi gras, but I did my best)

Here are the things I was asked for.

boobs, bare chested men, people having fun,  people dressed funny or in costumes, beads, me ( what??? why do you want to see me?), king cake, craw fish, cops, drunks, people drinking, drunks toasting,  a person on a horse, a person in a tux, skateboarders, witch doctor, bare feet, people with HUGE balls, cheerleaders, proud tourists,  somebody cooking on the parade route, womens shoes (aka shoe porn),  drag queens, kids sleeping at parades,  a float with the beach in the background, a news crew,  famous people ( alexander skarsgard, harry connick jr, matthew mconaghy,  ryan gosling) .

If that wasn’t bad enough I got these requests-  Drag Queen in a bikini, 3 leggeded transvestite, and a weasel catching beads.   hrmm…  I have to tell you I got these.  They didn’t walk by either, I had to hunt them down, and was nearly beaten to death trying to get one of these, because they didn’t want their photo taken so I put my camera in a paper bag and shot it through the whole.  Apparently the subject realized that bags should not have a flash.  I escaped.  You so owe me.

Now since this all invovles a hella lot of photos I have broken it up over both blogs.  So if your pic is not here,  it’s over here at ThePits

Now let’s make with the pics.

mardi gras photo scavenger hunt king cake flashing men winners
Thanks to @MagsHoops for requested the flashing guy with a king cake. Hard to get those in the same pic but worth it.
mardi gras, shoe porn, awesome heels, cool socks, winners 2011
Oh the shoe porn, so many requested this.
being peachy  shoe porn at mardi gras, the boot porn winners
boots were in this year, probably due to the weather.
The Peachy 1 for Mardi Gras  at Being Peachy
have no clue why you wanted pics of me but here they are, in all the poses requested, let it be known my husband called me a narcissist. DUH, where have you been?
mardi gras 2011, food porn with the peachy1
my Cobra Sister asked for the Crawfish Toast
mardi gras 2011, tourists
Canada, New England, Florida and Michigan.

mardi gras bead winners, big balls, king of beads the peachy 1

-Tons of Videos of my You Tube Channel  but here is one

Remember this all invovles a hella lot of photos I have broken it up over both blogs.  So if your pic is not here,  it’s over here at ThePits

OH yeah I normally don’t name drop but here is me and and my boyfriend  Brendan Fraser at Mardi Gras this year.

Brendan Fraser and ThePeachy1 at Mardi Gras 2011
Me and my boyfriend Brendan Fraser ( he totally wants me)

xo


PEACH OUT

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