Halloween to me = Rocky Horror Picture Show……
Spent Halloween of my teens seeing the midnight showing at the Colonial Theatre in Pomptin Lakes NJ…
…..and I Love me some Meat!! (Sorry…couldn’t resist that!)) 😱
A stuffed rabbit sewn from velveteen is given as a Christmas present to a small boy. The boy plays with his other new presents and forgets the velveteen rabbit for a time. These presents are modern and mechanical, and snub the old-fashioned velveteen rabbit. The wisest and oldest toy in the nursery, the Skin Horse, who was owned by the boy’s uncle, tells the rabbit about toys magically becoming Real due to love from children. The rabbit is awed by this idea; however, his chances of achieving this wish are slight.
One night the boy’s Nana gives the rabbit to the boy to sleep with, in place of a lost toy. The rabbit becomes the boy’s favourite toy, enjoying picnics with him in the spring, and the boy regards the rabbit as ‘REAL’. Time passes, and the rabbit becomes shabbier, but happy. He meets some real rabbits in the summer, and they learn that he cannot hop as they do, and say that he is not real.
One day, the boy becomes sick with scarlet fever, and the rabbit sits with him as he recovers. The doctor orders that the boy should be taken to the seaside, and that his room should be disinfected, and all his books and toys burnt – including the velveteen rabbit. The rabbit is bundled into a sack and left out in the garden overnight, where he sadly reflects on his life with his boy. The toy rabbit cries and a real tear drops onto the ground, and a marvellous flower appears. A fairy steps out of the flower and comforts the velveteen rabbit, introducing herself as the nursery magic fairy. She says that because he is old and shabby and Real, she will take him away with her and “turn [him] into Real” – to everyone.
The fairy takes the rabbit to the forest, where she meets the other rabbits and gives the velveteen rabbit a kiss. The velveteen rabbit changes into a real rabbit, and joins the other rabbits in the forest. The next spring, the rabbit returns to look at the boy, and the boy sees a resemblance to his old velveteen rabbit.
So, on Monday,,,Fim over at Quantum Hermit‘s Monday Music Medicine Show, was highlighting Remember When – the 80’s. I loved love the music of that decade. It was very hard to pick 3 songs/videos to share on Monday. Since today is Throw Back Thursday afterall, I’ve decided this particular prompt deserves a continuum!!!!! 😎 So, without further ado, my TBT selections!! This post is All about the Ladies!!!
Stevie Nicks….fellow Gypsy
Pat Benatar…saw this lady in concert and she rocked it then, and still rocks it Now!
The Ladies of ❤️
…..one more Please….Joan Jett!! (I actually do this song in karaoke..unleashing my own inner rocker!!! 😎)
Walk Barefoot. Dance naked under the moon. Play in the mud. Follow your intuition. Let the fire of life move through you, not just around you. Love deeply. Let the wind toss your hair and the sun touch your bare skin. Live the you that has stayed hidden. Let it go and Be free. (Barefoot Mama)
Still a work in progress. Probably always will be…But, more and more, the ‘me’ I’ve kept hidden is emerging. I’ve learned when someone questions me, whether it be why do I get tattoos, why am I dressing a certain way, why are you Not wearing a bra (oh yeah, I’ve gotten asked that numerous times! Like it’s anyone’s business) my answer is usually the same…’why not’, then I smile nicely. (Some folks reactions are priceless) That wasn’t always the case. There was a time when I let what others said and thought affect how I viewed myself….the first time I stood up for myself with my why not answer, I was shaking inside, but seeing his reaction I knew I turned a corner. I felt empowered. I made a vow to myself to never give anyone the power to make me feel inferior or question myself again.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
I fall short every now and then….old habits do die hard. But I’ll tell you something….I Like Me and now that ‘she’s’ been unleashed, there will be no more tethering her/me.
Despite their incredible beauty and obvious similarities to our domestic companions, just about everyone knows that wolves are not to be messed with in any way.
But in 2003, Alaskan wildlife photographer Nick Jans and his labrador encountered a wolf in their backyard – and began a relationship that would defy logic and transform an entire community.
Jans was on the back porch of his Juneau home with his dog when a wild wolf appeared. With all the excitement, his dog slipped away, racing out to meet the stranger.
Nick was stunned to see the two start to play together. He managed to capture this photo of them during the encounter.
The wolf stayed in the area, and in the years since, Nick has devoted much of his time to documenting him, naming him Romeo.
Romeo became a Juneau fixture, known for playing with local dogs…
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