Gale Winds- Adult Content!

Several online resources describe a gale wind as- "a very strong wind," although there is debate regarding just how strong "very strong" really is.  In January 2006 I had heard from, and read about, so many folks struggling with lost love, unrequited love, jacked up love, elusive love, psycho love, etc. that I felt compelled to pen and post this next piece on the internet community I was a member of at the time.


Back then I called it my "Friday Nite Rant."  Today I call it a Gale Wind.  Just how strong it really is I suppose, depends upon who is reading it and where they feel they fit into the fray. The wild thing is, here we are five years later and I'm STILL hearing and reading about folks struggling with the very same thing!  Is this the way of  our current generation, society and culture?  Or is this just the way it is?  I've edited this some, but not much.  Rant or Wind, it still blows the same... 

A Gale Wind- Rant Redux 2011  

"Maybe it's this movie I just watched...maybe it's the stuff I've read, seen and heard over the past several months. But it occurs to me more and more that you have a lot (I didn't say ALL or even many....but a lot) of folks out here, men AND women that wouldn't know a so called "good" man or woman if that person came up to them with a lit firecracker, put it in the crack of their ass, and applauded with pom poms when it went off!
You've got some walking wounded jokers perpetrating, ragging on other folks, when they have no idea what they need or even want in a casual friend, let alone a significant other!

They expect the worst and by golly, they get it! They've had conflicted and tormented relationships with mothers, fathers, ex's, and Lord every new person they meet has to pay for it!

And please don't use the word commitment with them, blood freezes up in their veins like ice water. Please don't do or say anything they don't like cause they'll pick up their toys quicker than shit and be on their merry way.

They never give unless they are getting first and they're still liable to not give even then.

You've got women wanting someone to pay their bills and get their hair and nails done, but might screw your buddy on the low low.

You've got men telling wide eyed women.."baby you're my this and my that," yet they're telling 3 other chicks the same damned things at the same damned time!

How are you gonna have a laundry list of shit you want in a relationship, yet you aren't willing to do half that shit your damned self??

Talking about communication is important, yet you don't talk.

Talking about monogamy is key, yet you might screw if the offer is attractive enough, or you ain't got shit else to do.

If someone says something shady about your man or your woman, why wouldn't you go directly to them and talk it out? Did it ever occur to you that the messenger might want you and that's why they're trying to throw a spoke all up in your wheels??

How is your man or woman gonna be honest with you about something you're doing (or not doing) and then you get mad and don't talk to them anymore??? Da hell?? Is your pride that fierce, or your ego that much of a monster??

How are you gonna be with someone for a few years and then holler you don't feel "attractive" anymore, but the attention you get from the the thirsty dudes, or the hungry chicks at the club or bar make you feel better about yourself?? [insert eyeroll gif] C'Mon SON or SISTER, you know that confidence and self appreciation comes from within!

How are you gonna tell someone you want to work it out, yet you run at the first sign of trouble? Love, caring, strong like, whatever you want to call it, is supposed to be the glue that gives you the motivation and ability to work through conflict. If you keep running from conflict, you'll always be running scared.

There will always be conflict in a relationship, hell in life period. If you can't handle it, don't be telling somebody you want a relationship, cause guess what....YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT!!

I've seen so many men and women hurting lately- friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, online and in real time. Some from wanting love, some from being afraid of it. Some from getting burned by love, some just fucking sick and tired of the madness associated with it.

But the end result is the same...you got some fucked up in the head mofos walking around selling wolf tickets to the elusive good man or woman, getting involved with them and then ruining them for the next truly good man or woman they happen to meet!!

I've seen some beautiful women exercising patience and loving kindness dealing with men that are trifling, rude and insensitive. My prayer for them is that they recognize the game and get on before they get shit on.

What did somebody say the other day....if someone tells you who they are, believe them. More importantly if they keep SHOWING you with actions, believe that cause actions speak louder than words any day of the week.

I've seen some good hearted men taken to the cleaners both materially and emotionally by some strumpet (yeah an old term, but it applies!) that demands the world, but wouldn't give up a piece of old chewing gum from the bottom of her fake azz purse. My prayer for them is to recognize that good women are all around them. They might not have a "banging ass" or "big tits," but they are loving, loyal and will stand behind you when you need them to, not just when it's convenient or all about them.

I respect and love my sisters and brothers, God knows I do.. but the shit we do to each other on the regular is spirit draining, patience wearing, and as someone said to me once...overly frustrating, to see, hear about and especially, experience.

Slow your roll, go to counseling, talk to a good friend, pray, consult your pastor, write in a journal....do whatever you need to do to figure out why you want that good relationship, but just can't seem to find, or have it. Or if you get it, why you keep mucking it up.

Or if you are "the fucker," why are you fucking with folks?? Find you somebody that's a fucker too, then ya'll will have it made in the shade. No harm, no foul.

Recognize a red flag for what it is....a red flag. Run Forrest Run if you can't seem to get that shit to turn back white.

And before somebody asks, naw I'm not mad at anybody, lol! Just the sass in me, speaking my mind on something I hate to see- the demise of real relationships and the ruination of those beautiful guys and gals still trying to believe in magic, love and togetherness, yet getting their hands slapped and their asses kicked when they try to give the trifling assholes of this world a chance.

If you're fucking up, STOP.
If you're allowing someone to fuck you over, STOP.

Ya'll be kind to each other, if you've got someone you care about, tell 'em dammit! Ain't nothin' promised to ya."

Peace and by all means, if you have a comment feel free, I'd love to hear it.


MistralWind blowing thru till next time... 

Full on Empty

Recently while wading in the ocean, hoping to find shells, I found one.  Just because one wades in the ocean, doesn't mean you'll find great shells. You have to be on the right part of the coast, often at the right time of day. You know the cliche, right time, right place. 

I was new to this area and not quite sure what to expect shelling wise.  I have shells like the one I found, a Fighting Conch. In fact, I have several.  But I had never found one so beautiful.  The color was deeper, more vibrant, and the surface shinier. I was ecstatic.  I hurriedly placed the precious find inside the bra part of my swimsuit, next to my skin, and proceeded to look for more.

I soon found another one, this one a Lightening Whelk.  It was different in shape, but again one of the most beautiful shells I've ever found. I popped that one into my bra as well. I couldn't believe my luck.

When I found the third shell, another Fighting Conch, I placed it in my bra and went sloshing to the shore to put them in my bag.  I took them out of my swimsuit carefully, still marveling at how alive the colors were; the same, yet so different from the dozens of shells I've gathered in the past.

When I put them in my lap so I could open my bag, I suddenly noticed a pair of googly eyes slowly beginning to emerge from the first one I'd found.  I stood up abruptly, causing all three to fall to the ground. I couldn't believe it, but there was something inside that shell.

I then noticed that all three began moving, now that they were on solid ground.  I've never found live shells before. They've always been empty. I thought about how close they were to my skin, yet they never moved until I took them out. Now the vibrant colors made sense.  They were still alive.

I did a bit of research later and found this at http://www.fitzgeraldscustominteriors.com/Types-of-shells.html:

"While alive, the seashell flames brilliant orange, but fades under tropical sunshine."

The first one I found was definitely the most agressive.  He/she/it immediately threw out that meaty arm, flipped over and attempted to dig its way back to the ocean. It wanted desperately to escape, to live.



I hesitated. Now I was faced with a choice. I could let the shell frantically dig back to the ocean, or I could keep it.  I really wanted that shell.  I could take it back to my condo and still have it, but I'd have to kill it.   

In the end I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill it just to have a new shell no matter how pretty it was. I respected and admired all three of the shells too much to kill them.  So I picked them up, carrying them in my hands this time. Walking back into the ocean I pitched them out into the water as far out as I could throw.  I knew other people would eventually stroll by, and perhaps upon finding them might keep and kill them. 

That changed the context of my shell finding journey.  Instead of trying to find them to keep, I would find them and throw them as far out as I could, so they wouldn't be found, at least not that day, by anyone on that beach.

Now there is nothing all that extraordinary about this scenario.  Well...besides the part about me storing live shells inside my bra. (yikes!)  But bear with me here...No, what is extraordinary, is the parallel I drew between finding those shells and love.  While I'm sure there are a myriad of parallels one could make, I focused on this one...

When I picked up the first shell, I noticed the outside beauty of course, but later I thought- how could I not have felt the weight?  Live shells, are somewhat heavier than their empty counterparts.  The difference is subtle, but discernible.  I couldn't believe I had missed it so easily.

So what if...just what if potential suitors were like those shells? One could say I've encountered so many pretty good looking shells with nothing much of substance inside.  One could even say, I've become accustomed to finding shells that are lovely to look at, but they don't seem to be good for much else.

Then we come to the dynamic trio of shells I found that day. They were not only beautiful, but ALIVE! They were actually filled to the brim. I failed to see it until they all came spilling out of their shells.  I didn't feel it, even though they were so close to my heart.

So my question to you reading, and to myself is this.....Have we become so accustomed to dealing with empty shells, that when a beautiful, vibrant shell full of possibility comes our way, we don't even recognize it anymore?

I guess in a way it boils down partially to what I wrote starting off this entry- "Just because one wades in the ocean, doesn't mean you'll find great shells. You have to be on the right part of the coast, often at the right time of day. You know the cliche, right time, right place...." 

But even more important, you have to be able to recognize what you find.  I really hope that when and if "it" comes my way, I'll see it.

MistralWind, blowing through until next time...



The Wind in the Willows of the Mind

Perhaps your first question is...."Why?"  Why this blog...why now?
Answer- Why not?


I don't know how well I'll keep up with this blogging venture. If no one reads it, is it then me just talking to myself? A friend was the catalyst for the idea. So my thanks to that one for this one.


The word "musing" is so overdone, but I guess that is what you'll find here. Maybe you'll find wisdom, or insight on something you've never thought about before. Maybe I'll find out answers about myself and human nature that I never even put conscious thought into pursuing.


At the end of the day (also grossly overdone-that phrase and the next two), it is what it is, and we'll each get out of it what we put into it. I hope it's always a surprise though.


I like surprises..... 

MistralWind blowing through until next time...