Wednesday, 25 March 2015

These nights are the nights
I look forward too..
I want to cut some music on
softly and dance in the living
room holding your body close 
to mine... I love you.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015


Barking Blondes: ‘Dangerous Dog’ sentencing

Joanne Good and Anna Webb
Dog Blonde1 225x300 Barking Blondes: Dangerous Dog sentencingThis week, the Sentencing Council, drafted a new guidance for courts, on  ‘dangerous dogs sentencing’.
Last year we saw the maximum sentencing for an owner, whose dog kills a person, increase from two to 14 years.
The much-anticipated new guidelines, have now been sent to experts for public consultation. They will follow on from the changes made last year to the Dangerous Dogs Act. This act was introduced in 1991 and made dog attacks on private property a serious offence with attacks on assistance dogs a separate offence.
Apparently, there are over 200,000 people bitten by dogs in the UK every year, costing the NHS over £3 million a year.
Back in the day, dog ‘attacks’ either never hit the headlines, or they simply didn’t happen. It seems in our modern age, severe and occasionally fatal attacks not only happen but are on the increase. In 2007 there were 4,600 hospital admissions, and in 2013 these had risen to  6,300.
So why the increase? Well dog ownership in the UK  for this period, has risen from approximately 6 million dogs to around 9 million dogs.
Statistics might also reveal that owners aren’t taking responsibility for their pet’s training and socializing and thereby making them “good dog citzens”
They might also reflect a change in ‘fashion’ for dog breeds. In the early 1970’s a ‘Staffie’ for example, wasn’t a common sight in London parks. There were many more ‘heinz 57’s’ as rigorous neutering campaigns hadn’t begun.
Owning bull breeds ourselves, we know that any dog can bite, and that ‘Staffies’ are no more ‘dangerous’ than any other breed. Sadly, general public opinion is not so fair. In the wrong hands, a ‘bull breed’ is a powerful animal that can bite a person pretty hard.
The new guidelines will reflect an individual’s ‘culpability’ where dogs trained by ‘youths in hoodies’ to be a weapon more severely penalized than an elderly person’s Yorkie, even though statistically, the little Yorkie is known to inflict the most dog bites in the UK.
The new sentencing guidelines will build in the newly introduced PCN notices introduced last October. These ‘doggy’ asbos give the police and local authorities power to penalise certain dog owners either through fines, compulsory dog training, or in extreme cases ‘seizing’ the dog.
There really is no excuse for owning a dog that’s a danger to society and out of control. The excuse many owners have in this day and age, is a lack of time to train their dog. Another, is that people don’t understand their own dog’s behaviour.
The Dogs Trust have now introduced its ‘Be Dog Smart’ campaign to particularly help parents educate their children on how to behave around dogs.
Education is key to addressing the problem holistically and outweighs some opinions to make muzzling dogs compulsory in public. This would only address the symptom, and not the cause and wouldn’t help tackle attacks on private property.
Owning a dog is based on teamwork like with any family member sharing a household. They are not a fashion accessory, but a huge responsibility that is equal to raising a child.
Until this message hits home, dog legislation will need to increase so that the minority doesn’t negatively affect the majority.
Barking Blondes by Jo Good & Anna Webb, published by Hamlyn, £12.99www.octopusbooks.co.uk


Saturday, 21 March 2015

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
- Sylvia Plath
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A Simple Spell for Self Protection
Whenever you feel you are being psychically attacked or that negative forces are closing in, here is a simple spell for protection.
First, calm your mind - ground and center yourself, if you know how - and then envision yourself surrounded by a ring of blue flames.
Know that the flames can't hurt you, They exist by your will and for the purpose of your protection. Their mission is to burn away any negative energies and anything that can harm you.
Envision the blue flames burning all the negative psychic energies and any other negative energies that may be affecting you. Visualize the blue flames absorbing the positive energies for your benefit from all around.
Visualize the flames burning higher, ever higher, and watch as the blue turns ultra bright with all the negative energy it is destroying and the helpful, healing, positive energy it is taking in. As it glows and grows, visualize whatever negative psychic energy it doesn't burn and destroy being sent back, along will all negative energies, darkness and shadows to the attacker.
Allow the flames to ease down, slowly, gently and safely, leaving you protected and reflected in magical glow of the living light. You are safe.



Friday, 20 March 2015

Rules for a Life you’ll Never Regret.

Via Francesca ter Poortenon Mar 19, 2015
Pic of Elephant Author, Francesca ter Poorten

There are so many modules out there for healing and finding ourselves—it’s enough for any of us to feel f*cked up!

It’s common to misunderstand the hardships of life, the inevitable suffering that Buddha teaches us about in the Four Noble Truths, as a personal affront.
In fact, many leading psychologists agree that the biggest issues they see on the couch aren’t from the problems that people have, but from the fact that people have an irrational belief that they shouldn’t have problems at all. And it’s that illogical wish for a problem-free life that creates many of the dysfunctions they treat. Quite often, instead of accepting that “life is suffering” as Buddha plainly puts it, we search endlessly for a remedy for our pain.
We embark on an endless search for the right teacher, the perfect “something”-free diet, the right mantra or some cryptic quest for greater understanding. Ultimately, we end up in some cerebral labryinth, spinning out endless reasons why we are the way that we are, and hoping that some method of healing will somehow arrive.
And in the process, life passes by and we miss out on participating.
There are some other rules that we can follow, not as another sceptre to pick up and then cast away, but as general guidelines to enjoy the small time we have on this planet. Yes, we continue to work on our stuff, but as yoga teaches us, the words of the intellect can weigh us down and lead us into an endless myriad of “mind masturbation.”
Our minds serve us, but can also be our greatest enemy, leaving us paralyzed as we wait for the moment that we are better. As the great behavior therapist Albert Ellis said when asked on his 90th birthday what he had learned after being a therapist for 70 years: “Everyone is F*cked up!” 
In short, we need to practice living, as imperfect beings.
The rules for dropping into life are as follows:
Life is too short to spend it alone in our heads trying to resolve past issues.
Process, but don’t turn painful experiences into endless suffering.
Don’t take ourselves and our sh*t too seriously.
Remind yourself you’re never alone. When we recognize a higher power, we know we will never be abandoned, left to sort out our issues by spinning words around in our minds. Let the path of our lives unfold.
Get tantric, meaning: anything that allows us to experience the pulsation of life, the ebb and the flow is a definite yes!
We need to sift through past adversity as it impacts us right now, but don’t over-analyze or allow the process to paralyze us.
Have fun! This.Is.Your.Life. End of story.
Now, now, now and only now. F*ck the past, it doesn’t serve us at all.
And finally, most importantly, give ourselves this gift: See ourselves as whole right now. There is no future time we’re going to be fixed or better or more complete. So, get out there!

Moroccan Preserved Lemons


“Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.”
~Pablo Neruda


moroccolemons
Moroccan Preserved Lemons
12 Meyer lemons
Kosher salt
lemon juice concentrate
Wash the lemons thoroughly. Hold them over a plate to catch the juice and make four deep cuts in the lemons lengthwise, evenly spaced around the lemon, effectively dividing it into four sections attached at the ends. Keep the lemons whole.  Pack the cuts generously with salt. Put a couple of tablespoons of salt in the bottom of a jar and pack the lemons in layers, sprinkling a thin layer of salt between each layer of lemons. Push the lemons down firmly to pack them tightly and to help express some of their juice. Finish with a final layer of salt. Pour any juices that collected on the plate when the lemons were cut. Cover the jar tightly. Leave at room temperature for a few days, monitoring the level of liquid in the jar. The lemons should be submerged in juice after a few days. If they are not, add some lemon juice concentrate to the jar. Top off jar with a little extra virgin olive oil. Cover tightly with lid. The lemons will be ready to eat in a few weeks and will keep for up to a year in the refrigerator.




Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Happy, um, Pasch

Happy, um, Pasch
Hey you. Yeah, you: Christian.
Hey, check this out. Did you know that  Easter is really the name of a pagan goddess? Seriously. Easter is a pagan goddess: goddess of dawn. And spring, of course. Really.
Says so right here in Bede. Yeah, that's the one, the “Venerable Bede.” Always a venerable, never a saint, ha ha. Well, actually, I think he is a saint now, isn't he? Didn't they canonize him a while back? A saint wouldn't lie about that kind of thing now, would he?
Hey, check this out: Pasch. Rhymes with “flask.” Nice, hunh? Beautiful. (Makes sign of aversion behind back.) Gotta love that funky spelling.
Fine old Christian word, Pasch. Actually the original name for the holiday, back before the pagans got their mitts on it. Goes all the way back to Aramaic. Really. The language of Jesus, right. Used the word himself, no doubt about it. Whatsoever. Jesus. Yeah.
Tell you what. We take the pagan name off your hands, and you get the name that Jesus used to use. Win/win, smiles all 'round. Best kind of deal. Whaddya say?

Deal? Deal. Put it there.
Sweet. Yeah, you too. Happy, um, Pasch.