Are cheerful conversations being held in this day and age? These are the ones to have in my humble opinion It is spring of 2025 in my country Canada. This is a season where promise pushes its head through the earth in the form of plants and soon buds of flowers and green leaves will clothe the bare trees of winter. In our hearts and minds plans, projects and adventures of living will blossom and a world of movement will illuminate the passage of time. Somewhere , the sound of gun fire and rockets howling are being heard as well as cries of pain . If we are not close enough to see them then all our news sources both print and electronic do the job. Screens and monitors are the watchdogs and we can view or choose not to.
What is being written for the public domain these days? A plethora of Political Scandal , Economic doom and gloom and tirades of hate filled innuendo of course twinned with self help mantras. Then the quest for love and the summation that the first person to love is oneself. Cunning skeins of narcissism entwined in human behaviour. Who me ? Not really it is all to do with interpretation! We need to go on dates and quiver with excitement at the prospects of breathless romances. All those good clothes in the closet waiting for an occasion and the lovely jewellery sitting in drawers should come out at once and be worn. Yes you can garden wearing your emerald ring and wear that gorgeous light coat for running errands as someone’s fancies will lift while admiring it. Yours will certainly as your reflection in the mirror will please you. Best foot forward always. This is optimism at its best.
“How are you” becomes a dangerous question in many quarters. This is mistaken for a confessional. Out comes a rush of health woes, professional dilemmas, service rants and of course the daily shenanigans of the inestimable American President. In Toronto its spring construction. I think all authors who are writing books for a pittance should be part time construction workers as supplementary road staff. Basically you are wearing an orange short tunic looking like hell and lolling about on roads brandishing STOP signs. The big stars are the boys (always guys)seated in the fork lifts and the dirt diggers. They have a Cleopatra sort of status. They sit high and pretty doing the destruction work while road staff clears the area for them. Most seem to be quite good looking and i have always conducted many airy flirtations. Waving and of course big big smiles. They pause a beat before smiling back . This is to compensate for response to smile. Is it truly their winning physical presence or am i crazy lady? Both sides mercifully have stayed optimistic, .
I am told by some in my life that i am emotional as though this is a failing. Hello Hello? If i have just eaten a square of bitter chocolate and can still taste the deliciouness coating my mouth and asked what i am munching I can describe this sensation in euphorically sensorial terms. Passion requires emotion. Passion is the yardstick. Intensity as we have become desensitized so our numbness which is often like an armidilo’s hide needs penetration and this is where it stands. Sometimes just saying I am going out with a lion tamer will yank people out of their stupor. Does anyone know when the circus actually comes to town? Good to have an alibi.
Living in the smashing town of New York for three years, Dining out in Manhattan watching a chef at the popular Beni Hana restaurants where the thrill of having fish and meats sliced razor thin and cooked right before one’s eyes in the centre of the table on a heated metal sheet was excitement beyond compare. This man with the tall chef’s hat and immaculate white tunic was cooking for you and it was bound to be delicous. the groups at the table leaned forward in anticipation already imagining the taste. Such a small thing being cooked for and paying through the nose for the pleasure was being in the gastronomical pleasure lane. One gets a personal chef and with it an pampered social status. The anticipation of being served was a bit like a silent frenzy . Finally optimistically, every serving delicious as it looked. A bit like a Ceaser Salad made at your table as the anchovy in the dressing pounded into the olive oil and parmesan which makes every bite of the lettuce a gourmet culinary experience.
There are jaundiced public figures who keep repeating negative commentary on the state of man. No one has told them I suppose that if you repeat something often enough you become that. Others like a shy passive lady I know who always utters a warm and generous future or outcome. I have never heard a word of pessimism fall from her lips. She should be appointed Optimism Ambassador for our town. Creative Visualization is often used in therapy. Feel an anxiety attack arriving uninvited into your chest insert a new slide into the camera of your soul. Watch what happens. Daydreaming about winning the Lottery and seeing your self flinging buckets of cash on all your chosen causes is high optimism, totally harmless, gets rid of the anxiety and for a few seconds you are on top of your game, Are you being foolish or simply optimistic? Every slot machine player in a Casino rides the tide of optimism and returns time and again. Often confused with the illness of gambling and not what it is which is game playing. Some ancient illustrations and carvings depict games of dice being played.
There are cultures where gambling is taken seriously and considered almost necessary. That brief moment before a card is revealed at a Black Jack table has every player the potential winner. It is a moment of Universal Optimism and infinitely more superior than glancing at crime riddled news flashes where old ladies get their purses snatched and dope smugglers get caught at airports.
In the Canadian context the brief discussion of weather is de rigeur, means has to be indulged in.
“What’s it like outside? Still snowing?” Sick of this “
Then comes the two year old who flings his jacket on the floor and races outside and the exquisite elderly woman who sports a lavender raincoat with a chiffon scarf which will freeze her to the bone and what shines is the absolute lustre of Optimism from both the young and old. It is alive and well thank Heavens. Stay sane nothing bad will happen..
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