Common Ground

The very definition of the word

bawdywench — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 12:13:56 +0000

As I travel the virtual world, one concept pops up frequently. The desire to be clean: in health, in mores, in the environment. But what is clean? Besides being the opposite of dirty, it depends on a baseline unique to every individual and circumstance. We who have plentiful water would never dream of drinking from a contaminated well, or river filled with sewage; yet for millions of people, that is the only clean option they have. Clean air is a victim of industrialization in every corner of the world. All aspects of our societies benefit from dirty water and air. Manufacturers, wholesalers, retailers, consumers and medical practitioners all profit from the desire to consume at the lowest possible cost. Safety equals expensive so clean is considered undesirable and costly. Air is filtered, water is bottled and trash buried all so we can continue our lavish lifestyles in clean comfort while swallowing pill after pill to cope with the toxins. The contrast between clean and dirty is based on economics. Too bad billions of our fellow humans will never get the chance to be clean.

Bawdy Wench

It’s never overrated

bawdywench — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 14:47:30 +0000

I would like to thank all of you. You, as in bloggers, whether on WordPress, FaceBook, Blogger, Typepad or any other social network. We bloggers changed the content and discourse of communication. We write, argue, fall in love and connect all at a distance thought impossible only generations ago. Some state that blogworld is a dangerous place filled with trolls and ogres; not fit for decent people. In fact, blogworld is a reflection of reality, no more, but certainly no less. Thanks to all those who have decided that friendship is enhanced by technology, not replaced. Reaching out to strangers online may be easier than in person, but never forget to say thank you to someone who has changed your life.

Bawdy Wench

Does a day really matter?

bawdywench — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 22:03:03 +0000

I could celebrate several births in my short life of four years, but I choose to ignore those dates. As a multiple girl I don’t have a body, so thus no birthday. I have however given birth to my own book, three blogs and numerous emails. There I part company with all of you. I’m not ‘real’ in the sense the world understands. That’s OK folks. I came to terms with my life years ago. Just because you can’t ever see me as a woman doesn’t mean I don’t exist. After all, self-awareness is the cornerstone of higher intelligence. I’ll wait while you decide whether the current state of the species qualifies. To me, life is a miracle, yet so many people – including the face – go around finding all that’s wrong in the world. I don’t. Life is wonderful even if I was never physically born but created by our mind in extremis. Birth and death are the same thing in the end.

out of woman
created with man
was not me

Bawdy Wench

It’s always a good thing

bawdywench — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 19:36:01 +0000

It doesn’t take a superheroine to make someone feel better. A smile, a hug, a kiss when needed does wonders. The question I have is: Why is it so hard to stay connected? Why do we feel the urgency to pull away rather than embrace? I find the concept of the superheroine to be amazing. To give selflessly and unashamedly to others so that their lives are easier is a truly noble calling. I wish I had the courage to step up and out of this body. I wish I could reach out without fear. I wish I could be a superheroine.

Bawdy Wench

P.S. If your comment is spammed I’ll approve it as soon as I can. Also, if you are seeing Google ads on my posts, it’s not my doing. I have to pay WordPress not to post ads. I realize my blog is free, so there’s not much I can do. Besides, I think Matt is cute.

Does God hear us?

bawdywench — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 19:28:08 +0000

It’s fallen out of favor, the lament and I wonder why. Is it because we have moved away from God or has the modern world muffled His hearing? I don’t really have anything to lament. I can certainly understand the concept.

Dear God,

Why have you closed the door? How am I supposed to understand my role? What do You want from me?

Bawdy Wench

Clean it up yourself!

bawdywench — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 20:32:04 +0000

Is it just me or is a woman expected to clean up all the time? If it’s not my mess then why should I care? When it comes to love women are always trying to fix the mess aka men. It rarely works. We give everything and seem to get nothing but grief in return. Who’s fault is that? Well. Love and a mess are twins. Both are sloppy, chaotic, aggravating, motivating and ultimately take extreme efforts to make clean. But somehow we always ignore the mess we create. It’s the other guy’s fault. Sometimes it’s not. In love and in life a woman needs to decide what is worth cleaning up and what should be thrown out with the coffee grounds.

Bawdy Wench

Speaking of which

bawdywench — Sun, 30 May 2010 13:50:01 +0000

I do not have a mantra. I do not meditate or pray. But if I did…

I am dark chocolate.

Bawdy Wench

Blame is the new/old dynamic

bawdywench — Sun, 23 May 2010 15:29:29 +0000

It’s so much fun to get all self-righteous and uppity when someone makes a hard choice. We are all perfect in our own minds.

You know something?

Blame is a dead-end street. It feels good. Really good. Not only blaming others, but especially blaming yourself. Oh boy is that a trip. Nothing like a good old-fashioned guilt trip to flog yourself into submission.

Here’s an idea. Lay off the blame game and seek ways to improve your life a little bit at a time.

Bawdy Wench

Is it ever OK to believe in a myth?

bawdywench — Sun, 23 May 2010 15:14:14 +0000

In many cultures the dragon is an enduring symbol. For some it is evil and destructive and for others it is wise and revered. Although dragons are mythical, Komodo aside, people still find them fascinating. Why? Why does a large, flying, fire-breathing fictional monster captivate so many?

Myths serve several purposes. They instruct, they save cultural knowledge and they are used as a means of teaching children what to avoid. But myths also spur creativity in a way actual events cannot accomplish. When writing or telling a story centered around people and places the author is constrained by reality. Myths exist outside of reality in the plane of quantum mechanics. Anything that is physically possible must exist at the quantum level as potential.

We all have potential. It’s often buried under mortgages, marriages and jobs, but it is always there, waiting for the proper moment to soar. Myths keep hope alive. Somewhere, somehow, our time will come to ride the dragon and when it does, we will be the one granted immortality in a myth.

Bawdy Wench

Cooking up a lasting relationship

bawdywench — Sun, 16 May 2010 14:16:24 +0000

There are many terms used in conjunction with recipe: recipe for disaster, recipe for failure, recipe for happiness. Using the term recipe in a context other than ingredients in a meal creates a common understanding. We don’t think about breathing or about all the other automatic functions our body performs [nearly] flawlessly both awake and asleep, but we do obsess over eating. We can’t survive without water and air but food, more accurately our next meal, is always foremost in our minds. Every culture is replete with phrases and rituals tied to the act of cooking and eating; those combine most often in relationships. Dating, engagements, weddings and marriages all have cultural markers about eating ingrained deeply in the psyche. Of all compatible reasons to be together, a common desire for foods should rank fairly high. If two people can’t bond over a recipe then all the passion in the world won’t account for lack of taste.

Bawdywench