... and Y'all.
Friday love. Going to Johnathon's.
My osteopath appointment. Friday morning. He has moved location. It's very zen.
I found a copy of June 19 Vogue (nice) in the waiting room.
The 'Non-Issue'. The Age Issue. Promoting age, and older women. We heart you, Vogue.
I had time to read an article/interview with Jane Fonda. I love that woman. She makes so much sense to me. She's one of those...I'll say what I think and feel, and not what you want to hear. Open. Candid. Team Sagittarius, love her more.
It was interesting how she responded to the journalist having described her as a 'beautiful young starlet and actress' (back in the day). She said, "I did not ever consider myself as beautiful", and then went on to make fun of her 1970's haircut and how she looked during her political activist era. Class.
Funny, cos when I think of her, as Barbarella...I think 'WOw', she was extraordinarily stunning. I guess you would describe her more as handsomely beautiful. A bit androgynous and yet very pretty, in a child-like way...innocent looking, big wide eyes. Barbarella. One of those cult films that is a must see.
I was not aware that her mother had committed suicide when she was 12 years old (harsh)
She also said "I like being over the hill because I've discovered a whole new landscape. I'm fond of age. I'm glad I've lived this long". Class. She's 81 (1937) Same age as my Pa.
She looks amazing at 81, and during her interview she admired Helen Mirren for not having had any nips or tucks (if you get what I mean) So, she was open about having had 'alterations'. Nothing much, she's not gone for the full 'Whacko Jacko' (Michael RIP, love you)
So, you can imagine. As I had dragged my aching carcass into the osteopaths, having felt a severe build up of RSI pain, since my last visit in Spring...I felt a whole lot better flicking through the pages of the 'Non- Issue' of Vogue Magazine and snip-reading about the gorgeous Helen Mirren, the delectable Jane Fonda, the beautiful Isabelle Adjani, the lovely Marie Helvin, the lushious Julie-Anne Moore, the stunning Isabella Rosellini, Not forgetting the magnificent Madonna Ciccone (featured in the main issue) ...who is magnificent and an inspiration. NO to little photoshopped photos. Lines, creases, grey hair and all...there. With pride and grace. I heart them. Successful and inspiring women in their own right.
It's like, FINALLY....celebrating older women, who are still working, still living, still being...the best version of themselves. Unapologetically.
More applause to the older generation of women. The 'grannie generation' (which includes me and my contemporaries) who inspire the current and next generation.
Best issue, to date. Well done Vogue. On the pulse.
After my appointment..I was uber-spaced..floaty and the only thing that I could do for the rest of the day was to rest (siesta) and then to take a slow walk with my pooch. Feeling as relaxed as this is slightly unnerving because you have no feeling inside you but peace. 100% peace. Pain relieved, calm, chill. Still and quiet.
I like to give Johnathon the heads-up on what's been going down in my personal life...a little, about the things that have been stressing me and how I tend to trap stress in the RSI-affected part of my body. Right shoulder, arm, neck and base of my skull.
How the treatment actually works, I cannot say. That it does, is good enough for me. Johnathon is an incredibly gifted healer. I heart him.
...and if this wasn't enough lovely for the day...my salt cleansing-aromatherapy bath, later on, was like heaven. I'm so blessed to have my beautiful relaxing bathroom, hot running water and fluffy towels and robes.
....the downside...well, that was interesting. By 8pm a party was rocking next door. I had found a note on pink paper in my letterbox when I came home. "Dear next door neighbours. I am just making you aware that I will be having a party tonight and sorry for any noise". Penned by my neighbour's 16-year old niece. I asked my neighbour..."is there a party at yours tonight?" She and her partner assured me that there would not be.
Well, they got that wrong. By 9pm...music up loud (which is no problem, especially as I had been pre-apologised to)
By 10pm I was in bed and their whole house was chaotically crazy. Fighting, drunk, shouting, screaming noises-off. I put my hands across my heart and sent a load of 'peace, love and light' vibes, telling myself that it would soon climax and then come to an end..
I swear, at one point I considered going round there and having a big shout out - in my best angry mum/teacher/woman mode (which is scary). I would have sworn and shouted, bashed a few heads together (verbally) and then would have got myself involved.
I thought not. I was too tired in any case. I waited for the end. It ended with the noises of a girl loudly sobbing and crying "Where's Bobby?"(I'm assuming Bobby got into a scrap and disappeared in a bloody state) - at least this is what I deduced from the things that I could clearly hear - and all the lads left and went home.
Teenagers, left to their own devices with alcohol-fuelled hormones. I guess that's a part of their growing pains. I felt so very grateful to be the age that I am today.
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