Five Star Blog Roundup 446: Five Great Posts and an Anthony Powell Quote
This week's roundup of great blog posts is brought to you by cognitive dissonance, becoming whole, owning the truth, bellydancing, depression, and an Anthony Powell quote:
People think that because a novel's invented, it isn't true. Exactly the reverse is the case. Biography and memoirs can never be wholly true, since they cannot include every conceivable circumstance of what happened. The novel can do that.
— Anthony Powell —
We want to be good people, we try to be good people. Maybe it was once an evolutionary mechanism to help us survive, to ignore so many of the contradictions in our lives in order to go on, raise our children, go to church, meditate, go about our day calmly.
“Undivided Self” by Todd Walton at Under the Table:
Headphones on, I press Play, and the music begins. Solo guitar. Lovely. Now the voice begins to sing. I listen with no expectation of aversion, and I can honestly say that until this moment I have never actually heard my voice. What I heard before was a voice muffled by shame and confusion and impossible expectations, drowned by the din of voices telling me to be someone other than who I am.
“Sheltering from the Storm” by Tania Kindersley at The Small Things:
So that’s why I stopped the blog, because I did not want to be that person. I did not want to be the wailing person. I admire stoicism, and perseverance, and that grand, British, self-deprecating sense of humour. I like people who get on with it and don’t make a fuss. I loathe drama. (I adored drama when I was younger, and indulged in it often. Now I hate it with a deep disdain.) I wanted to be a ray of sunshine and I couldn’t be a ray of sunshine any more. That was not fair on the poor Dear Readers, who have enough troubles of their own.
I wanted to share beauty and truth, not fury and confusion.
“We Dance for Ourselves and Each Other” by Maria Wulf at Full Moon Fiber Art:
I pulled up one of the videos of the Sister’s of the Shawl dancing during the Open House. She watched silently as I explained that we don’t dance for men. In fact, in the type of bellydancing we do called American Tribal Style, the outfits were designed to cover the parts of a woman’s body that is traditionally most sexy to men. We cover our legs with long skirts, cover our hair with turbans and wear a coin bra, like armor, over our choli.
We dance for ourselves and each other.
“Hope as a Horizon” by Kathleen Wall at Blue Duets:
As for my depression--which probably felt like "too much information" at times--today is a good day. But I have always felt it was important to talk about my own struggles with mental health to make it seem less foreign to those who don't struggle and to offer a hand to those who do. On my walk today along the bank of Wascana Creek, I saw a rare pelican, floating with its awesome grace along the currents. And then when I got closer, it began to beat its enormous swings slowly, slowly, first against water and then against air until it slowly, slowly rose, and began to soar on the wind.
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