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"CHRISTMAS in the BLOGOSPHERE!" for (me!) ~tops

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

i was watching something on tv.. can't remember exactly, but i thought to myself..

     -sometimes i just get plain sick of seeing beautiful women   -all airbrushed, perfect make-up and figures and clothes, on and on..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

i don't want my aversion to beautiful females to be mislabeled as jealousy; i don't believe it has anything to do with jealousy

my analogy would be..    our morning walks.  on our morning walks, we pass through two very distinct environments/landscapes..  one is natural and wild; the other is highly manicured and controlled

really, they are both beautiful to (me!), i guess what i really am attracted to; longing for,  is variety and truth

anyway, in my youth, i would say, my exposure to beautiful women on tv, in the movies, was

          well, nearly exclusive.  that is to say, i only saw beautiful, perfect, well manicured and controlled versions of..

so, it was that thought (sick of seeing beautiful, perfect) that pathway'd to a very pronounced memory, also, in my youth..  (age? place? time?)

somehow, i got to see, An Angel at my Table movie   /oh my goodness.. did squidmann recommend? write about?

anyway, 

what i would later share is this:  i could hardly pay attention to the movie itself; grasp the story itself; because for the first.. who knows..  20 minutes to 1/2 hour, i was just so...

dumbfounded; shocked..   undone...  preoccupied..

by the sight of an imperfect, natural and wild female actress  (who allowed you on the big screen?)  or home tv..

i literally had to acclimate to natural, wild..   imperfect, before i could get lost in the story itself.

     i am so very, very HAPPY, that today..    and with youtube..    and with independent films..   alternative..   documentaries...    a greater number of open-minded, creative filmmakers..

a greater population of real, wild, free, courageous, brave, keepin' it real types..

so, anyway..

i have not even gotten to THE BEST PART  "CHRISTMAS!"  because i took all that time, just to tell you about the cerebral pathway to:

because, speaking of milk and honey..    and, abundance..   and gifts..

i started out, 'sick of beautiful, perfect..'    then remembered, An angel at my table..

then, started to research a bit on janet frame herself, and then

AND THEN!  

i somehow landed on this:  An Angel @ My Blog

which is,  in this current moment/time, my all time new favorite rabbit hole in the blogosphere!

    -the deeper i go; the more rewarded i feel..

public "thank you!"  here to pamela gordon, the niece, friend and literary executor for janet frame's literary estate.    and to find you...  !   with a blogspot dot com address! -blogging since 2008! to present!  so excited...

God Bless, 

love, janet frame fan, and your fan too..

sandra harrison kay    literary & mixed media artist

posted by SANDRA HARRISON KAY @ 9:39 AM