Socrates believed that the gods provided us with a type of insanity. The illness was responsible for poetry, mysticism, love, and philosophy. He called it Divine Madness. We call it intuition, inspiration, the muse. Regardless, I have been contaminated. This blog is an attempt to share the ramblings in my head by the subtle stroking of keys. I'm going to touch upon those situations that move me and define me as human.
Memories That Make Me Sigh
The news has been going on and on about the royal wedding forever now. She wore the perfect gown and looked lovely,and he was....well....charming. Seeing them brought back a few tender memories.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a princess. I had a fake crown, a secret costume, and glitter in my makeup. It was the result of years of reading fairy tales. My ideal life consisted of finding Prince Charming. He would toss me on his sparkling white horse and ride away with me because he discovered I completed his life. Secretly, I'm a romantic. Okay, maybe it's not such a secret.
As I grew up I dreamt of wearing a regal gown, leaning over a balcony, tossing a huge bouquet of roses, and blowing kisses at my subjects. I was a child of make-believe. All I wanted was for a man to love me and take care of me. I know, women should be self-sufficient. Well I am. My hubby can attest. Why can't we be both.
I hear women complain constantly about their husbands and how given a chance they would never ever get married again. It's a collective consciousness of female man bashers. I have to disagree. I love men. Oh, they're not always easy to get along with, but they'd say the same thing about us. I also love everything there is about being a woman.
Years later, when it was time to tie the knot, I still wanted to be a princess. I didn't hook a royal hottie, but I did get married in Victoria BC. It's a place rich in history and straight out of a fairy tale. I had a bouquet of roses half my size, shoes that made me at least four inches taller, and the perfect dress. I leaned over a balcony of a real castle and waved at the gathered few. In the background was playing the theme from Aladin. It was one fo the happiest days of my life.
Five years later, I would love to do it all over again. My advice to everyone is to make your own happily ever after. It's out there, if you dare to search.
I was a little tipsy after drinking the champagne
and ignoring the cheese and crackers, but it made
for awesome pictures.