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Mettle to the Petal

21 Monday Nov 2016

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affection, flowers, Love

By Narcissa Lyons

 

Might seem like blooms of all colors and scents (and sense) are too trivial to write about.  Please don’t stop reading, particularly if you are the more masculine portion of a relationship.  You need this the most.

Most women love flowers, but they really love receiving flowers from the person that in theory cares about them more than anyone else.  Life offers rare opportunities to really demonstrate affection easily enough, and the male gender has long been known to be just a little clueless on how to convey warmth to their partner.  This is the easiest and least expensive way to do it!  Possibly some of you are thinking “well actually it’s just as easy, inexpensive, and closer to go to the bedroom where affection can be shown”.  Sorry, doesn’t count, “try again later” in 8-ball language, since men would not live or live well without the physical piece of things and that sort of “gift” is at the very least a mutual one, if not a little more slanted to the males.

The provision of flowers does not require words.  This should be one of the most attractive aspects of flower giving to men given their also notorious loathing of talking about love, feelings, or really any subject of import that does not involve some kind of ball being batted around.  Pick them out, or let a clerk do it for you, purchase them and walk out confident you are doing something that will be well received, and THEN possibly get you to the bedroom for the rest of the “affection”.  A single flower can do the trick.  There is no requirement for a full bouquet.  Bringing in a single flower or a set of them means you thought about your other, that you paused from whatever daily grind you were a part, detoured, parked and bought something (or picked them in a field, even lovelier!) because the thought of her prompted you to.  That you think about her even when she isn’t there in front of you.  We assume you think about us in the first throes of romance, but as time wears on and the assumptions made by men that “of course you know I love you”, begin to do their own damage.  It isn’t that we don’t know you love us, because most of the time we do, but the passing of time does not mean there should be less affirmation of that love, of the knowledge we are being thought of.

Despite the fact most men look at women as enigmas, overly sensitive, hard to please, I won’t go on, we are not that complex.  Just more complex than men.  This is not an insult, but a partial explanation of why things can sometimes go awry when we try to deal with each other.  We tend to be deeper people and we do tend to over-think, but we also can’t help it.  Genetically wired.  This means we know the same is true for men, that men cannot help the way they are either.  It is for this reason I write this article.  Possibly my subject matter would be constant if all I did was write about men and what they do and what they don’t, but there I go digressing again.

I mean it about flowers.  I have been tongue in cheek so far, and I don’t want that to turn this into an inference that this is a light subject.  Letting your meaningful other know that you think of them enough to stop and pick some flowers for her, is a massively wonderful thing.  Don’t do it on obvious occasions when you are forced to think of her (Birthday, Valentine’s ,etc.).  Just do it any old time.  Maybe this will be difficult if you haven’t ever done it before, and maybe you fear she’ll immediately suspect you of guilt for bad behavior, but then you can explain it away.  You can let her know  that you read something that made you realize you should show her more often how you care about her.

It’s one of my favorite sights really, other than maybe getting my own flowers (which I don’t dear husband so pay attention).  I’m grocery shopping and heading towards checkout.  I see a man with a single bouquet of flowers in front of me or at another check-out, and I know he stopped at the store just for that.  I look at his face and study him for a little while, always smile, and am tempted most times to say something like a thank you for being that person, to let him know that he is being quite cool, to underscore and encourage this behavior.  I have not done so as yet, but now that I realize just how meaningful those scented petals are, I promise the next man I see with them I will do so.  “Good on you” or something like that.

On your way home tonight, just do it.  Then put reminders in your calendar to do it again in a month or so just because you can, because you love her, because you want to make her happy, and because she very much deserves them.

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Insert Evil Laughter Here

23 Sunday Oct 2016

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costume, fun, Halloween, scary

By Narcissa Lyons

 

The Dark is upon us. Wish that was not double entendre this year.  Been a bit frenetically busy, but I will not let this time of year go by without any mention of this spookiness, eeriness and lovely horrorfest time.  It is All Hallows Month, and very quickly is approaching All Hallows Eve.  Continue reading →

When the Chimes End

01 Saturday Oct 2016

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music, orchestra, sound

By Narcissa Lyons

 

Man walks into a bar.

A tall but feminine cowboy shot my brother right in front of me.

She took off her brassiere very slowly in front of the alien.

Above statements are pretty great openers  for whatever subject they would be introducing.  I am not getting the vibe or the dazzle that I’d want to convey for one of the best things in life–Music, dear music, our necessary and attentive lover.    Continue reading →

Another Kind of Drive

28 Sunday Aug 2016

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childhood, college, motherhood, parenthood

By Narcissa Lyons

 

We’ve many of us been there.  Taken a test, rejoiced or cried at the results, decided to just carry on and see what God meant to happen.  The pregnancy test.  And all this means, with or without child, is that our life will veer one way for a while.  That if we’re seventeen and it is negative we breathe a little easier, a little forlornly at wondering how we could have been stupid enough to have gotten so close to those kind of chains.  Or at seventeen it is positive and we are immediately dread-soaked – first, to keep or not to keep it and the many ways to recover from either decision—then once decided to weigh everything, to trade teen-age angst with way-too-early-motherhood angst.

That is one picture.  There are many others.  Others of mothers that are precisely where they need to be and want to be, get seeded exactly as planned so as to have their first child on that best day of that best year.  Goes to shit after that but at least the birthday is perfect. Continue reading →

The Issue of Life

11 Monday Jul 2016

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And how much it matters.

I  have strong beliefs on politics and religion but those are two subjects that I will never cover here.  Mostly because subjects so controversial can lead to serious verbal sparring, if not outright rudeness and hatred, and I am endeavoring to invite only compassionate and intelligent conversation here.  Though lively is always fun!  Back to the matter at hand.

I think it’s fair to say that most of us are passionate about life, the existence of it, how we spend it, with whom we share it, what it means, and all sorts of other nuances that define our own lives and life in general.  I also think most of us value life, certainly our own, and understand why everyone else values theirs.  A lot of that has to do with the fact we don’t know if we get to go on after this, that perhaps our existence is, in fact, it.  Because that is the niggling fear in the background, we take steps to cherish what we have, to tend to our families and friends, to care for others, more or less, depending on how altruistic we are as individuals.  Over the centuries, countless treatises, morals of stories, commencement speeches get to the point:  live life to the fullest cuz you just never know.

With that noted, it is clear life not only matters to us all, but all life matters.  I don’t understand what has happened in the last few years where we are all of a sudden faced with statements like “black lives matter”.  It’s quite true.  Obviously so, in fact.  Black lives do matter.  But all lives matter.  And a black life does not matter more than any other life.  I will not argue that the black population suffers more at the hand of prejudice than does the white population, and that is an awful fact, more so with each passing year where one would think prejudice would begin to fade, but letting one injustice lead to illogical anthems is not the answer.  No one should be threatened, abused, murdered or wronged.  As a society we need to prosecute the people guilty of hate crimes, or racial crimes, of crimes against any human.  And we certainly can’t kill the protectors of our laws randomly.  How will that avenge the wrongfully dead, black, white, pink or whatever?  The wronged are just that, and justice should be sought for that particular event.  A person that protests violently, and acts in the same heinous fashion towards law-abiding citizens of the “offending” race, whatever the case, is becoming the very being that in fact thinks black lives don’t matter.  That life doesn’t matter.  An ethical and thinking person knows this.  A young black man is viciously shot in his car by an officer for what seems to be no good reason at all.  Horror and horrible.  Unforgivable even.  But then another youth takes it upon himself to murder five white police officers who had nothing to do with  it.  This is an atrocity, does not prove that black lives matter, widows families, robs the world of five lives that matter.  Escalation after escalation.  I know it is the few that are committing crimes against either side, but marching up and down streets hailing that black lives matter emboldens the deluded killers, draws them out and makes them act.  Fervor breeds fury, and fury in the wrong hands only means the death of innocents.

All our lives matter.  Even advanced beings from other galaxies watching us from a safe distance as they shake their heads sadly–know all our lives matter.

By Narcissa Lyons

 

 

 

Drive

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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By Narcissa Lyons

 

I love to drive.  I love everything about it, even the word, which sounds every bit like what it is.  Drive that point home will you?  He is so driven.  She drives me crazy.  It is the unstoppable drive of my team that let me win this election (who will say that this year I wonder?).

I learned to drive a year late since my parents thought that one year would somehow make the difference.  I’m still alive so who knows?  Continue reading →

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