Sale into the Mystic — No scratch that — Sail into the Mystic

Today is my 54 birthday and hitting the mats in the style of Royce Gracie.

https://jaytownsend.bandcamp.com/album/the-inhalers-inhale-this

Interesting to me is the desire to wrestle or train in any martial arts that I loved as a child training  in the studios in Kensington, Calgary with JJ Lee.  Internet says Jujitsu is one of the most challenging styles of martial arts, besides the physical rolls and locks. I feel it is because there are lively competitions and of course UFC. Where in Kung Fu there are no competitions, just demonstrations, but if attacked it is encouraged to kill or maim, to at least get away and perhaps, hopefully able to call the authorities, if you can find any that if you can find any that are reputable, honest and by the book.

This week on the Internet I was reminded of the song Fancy covered by Reba   https://youtu.be/FUN0U80hELo?si=Td5flxCSJEHnFnCX a horrific look at the ‘one chance Fancy don’t let me down’ And the parallels to my life and the need to show up on the mats and beyond. Who to even hangout with on this birthday? It’s not a milestone. Am I  glad I was born? Yes I choose life and the land of the living everyday, even with suicidal tenancies https://youtu.be/LoF_a0-7xVQ?si=vjbjHgDi5WYzLAKAs and try to consider myself beyond possession https://youtu.be/DBy_Vq0z2Xo?si=Ep31ceN41fkZaGvS while trying to live a life that echoes this sentiment and it’s awareness.

 So yeah who do I party with on my birthday? Bunch of strangers on a mat in a Brazilian Jujitsu Club.  https://youtu.be/F_6IjeprfEs?si=Kx5sKTlv7vxtRl2I

Its funny when people talk about their BFF or their wonderful mate or husband or partner(s). I usually remember my friends and loves in my upbringing with fond memories and cherish my parents and family, but add some elixir, desires and need for a living and all hell can break loose in all its hellish forms or it could be heaven on earth.

–Four kids for Risky Business. My Mom said to the attendant at the Drive In-Theatre as we huddle in a 5 seater truck.  https://youtu.be/3JXcqzJjHf0?si=VW0Xh0aLwiWkT1eo–

— Mam, they said, do you understand what this is about?

— Sure, how much?

My eldest sister wanted to see the show, she heard about at school. I was about 11 years old in 1983.  We laughed lots about it, until the next thing you know my first real boyfriend was a lookalike for Tom Cruise and into some of the same bad music and studies. And by this time the summer going into grade 10 my so called BFF since elementary school had dated quite a few of my near boyfriends, or almost boyfriends, my crushes, and even my brother with her years of malicious gossip and slander that only a few brave souls would tell me about, what a crushing blow. She also asked the new Cruise boyfriend for a ride on his scooter he was riding to learn an easy pass for his motorcycle licence for a real bike….

How low though was everyone’s self-esteem? Worse than an Offspring tune. The first and really some of the best professional advice I received about any type of abuse was ‘it’s like a scar on your arm that is wounded and it eventually heals but you always know what it means to you.’

Good day for a Birthday and to enjoy life, so far lots to be grateful for, I might write Letterman a Top 10 lists of good graces. And happy to hear similar stories of other ‘so called friends’ and the tragic encounters that most people seem to understand by the time of graduation, stories fr my parents, family, friends about other risky business stories, but like most people I suspect I prefer the good stories of true friends and good business stories. Also learned there are great stories from friends/family to keep on speed dial for a smile or tear or laugh or for those times when tendencies lead nowhere good. So also today listening to some testimonies from others through their esteem journeys or like golden days getting their hair done by my mom.

And my parents may have helped many and my dad too…

And what would a high class Fancy prostitute look like?

My Dad’s good friend from his hood growing up became a call girl as they both were in turmoil growing up in abuse and trying to discus their corresponding abuse as kids while they were out exploring the neighborhood. Nether knew how to cope with the living and the abuse.  This friend of his quietly celebrated her masqueraded success from her job as respected call girl owning many high-rises all across the city and appreciated talking to my Dad, until his wife in second marriage respectfully said we have other matters to deal with. Dad gave me a shovel either for the dog run or the snow at the car wash and picked out a few pairs of skis, books, board game episodes that would make Bobby Fisher tear up at the smoke in the room and ‘what kinda move was that’?

So today, in hitting the mats training I also learned what leading with the chin means in some circles and how to curtail or defend that instinct or defect and to tap out.

I suspect next short reflection might be on how to clean everything https://youtu.be/F03gEzdLa2g?si=zBtar8dkc25TUJK2

And today being Sunday a bit on how to do the housework and praise the Lord or something (like know your enemy – like a Rage… song, but better, like Rave On). Be on a mission… not always on the high road or in low places perpetually helping.