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Monday, July 15, 2013

Would you follow me?

If I went and did the unthinkable and just gave up MissLoveB's Day in the Garden and moved all my content over to my website, would you follow me?

It would make my life much easier and we wouldn't have to worry about another Great Google Picture Purge because I have unlimited space on my site. I would finally be able to say toodles to Google which would bring me joy.

I know change is hard. I know from other bloggers that moving often loses them readers. Would you make the effort to change and bookmark my new site and go there instead? Hmmm... I wonder.

If you are cool with this move would you click cool below. You can comment and tell me why you aren't cool with it if you'd like. 

Thanks for the input!

XO
MissLoveB

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Pop on over...

... to my website and check out my review of Ben Hewitt's new book Saved. I know many of my MissLoveB fans will love it.


XOXO
MissLoveB

Monday, July 1, 2013

When Privacy Died by Andrew Delapruch

there was a time
i remember it well
when one could go away for a 
while &
not be noticed.

there was a time
i remember it well
when one could turn off everything &
not be contacted,
not be sought after,
not be checked up on,
not be held to a response,
not be interrupted &
not be harmed.

there was a time
when two lovers could
pack themselves away,
far from prying eyes,
far from curious conspirators,
far from the rest of the 
vultures
who prey upon fleeting bits of
happiness, like they hadn’t had a
bite of carcass to eat in
days.

there was a time
when the youth of the world,
didn’t voluntarily offer up all the details of
their lives
to those very same agencies of government
who will come to their house &
tear them from their families,
who will lock them up & throw away the
key,
who will keep them incarcerated for the better part
of their known existence,
just because zuckerberg, dorsey & the rest of the
opportunists,
said so.

but when privacy died
everything changed,
lighting the fuse for the slavery to come.

lighting the fuse for the slavery to come.

lighting
the
fuse
for
the
slavery
to
come.
 
I found this poem to be quite interesting and thought provoking. As I continue to contemplate my place in the internet world, balancing the multitude of accounts and blogs and social media I have felt necessary since publishing Dark Chocolate, has been uncomfortable to say the least. It's been weighing on me more and more until I finally decided to pull back. Much to Mr. B's relief, I have removed most of the personal material from this blog. I have to say it was a bit of a weight off my shoulders. I also cancelled some memberships and have shelved others. I've vowed not to feel obligated to blog every day. I committed myself to once a week on http://www.lovebarkhurst.com/
and I think that may end up being sufficient here. 
If you read many blogs you know most tend to fizzle out. The writers get tired or discouraged or just move on to more rewarding projects. It does take a great deal of time to come up with original and entertaining content. I have found this blog to be enjoyable and a great tool for getting me writing when I needed a boost. Clearly, that isn't necessary anymore.
Mr. B is pleased by the effort to regain some privacy. Being an IT guru and security specialist he has never been thrilled with my tendency toward full disclosure. Once it is on the internet it is out here forever, somewhere, whether you like it or not. He's also been a little creeped out by the stalker tendencies of some people. He's very protective of me.
I've heard many parents lament about raising kids in an age when everything is "out there". Our children have a false sense of security and lack the understanding that this is all "out here" forever. Someday when you are interviewing for a job a little comment you made back in high school could rear its ugly head, out of context, and harm your chances of getting it. I cringe at the thought of my teens and early twenties being preserved online for all to see decades down the road.
~ 
I think this change was inevitable for me. I have a great love of purging things. I love deleting email & messages once I am done with them. I have simplified my home and my life to a point of bliss. If it isn't beautiful or functional or bringing me joy it has no place in my life.
I've kept most of the recipes out here, even those whose pictures got lost in The Great Google Picture Purge. Come to think of it the great purge was the beginning of my need to move on to my own website and away from a google controlled nanny state platform. The Green Cleaning things remain as well. The most popular post http://missloveb.blogspot.com/2011/04/tick-repellent.html
is still here and will remain.
I'll make an attempt to check in regularly if it fits into the flow of my day. I am sure I will find nutritional and environmental things I want to share.
I'll be cooking more once the cooler weather settles in and I always enjoy sharing those recipes with you.
I will of course be writing for my own website. The link is above in case you missed it.I'll never completely disappear. I don't think it is possible to do so in today's age when everything is public.
Mr. B and I are dreaming of a day when we can find a quiet corner of the world and shrink our presence to something more of the olden days. The constant connectedness is exhausting.

Namaste my friends.
xo
MissLoveB
 
 
 
 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Vincit qui se vincit.
 "she conquers who conquers herself"


Friday, May 31, 2013

Old Woman of the Roads by Padraig Colum

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house - a house of my own
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Am I rich yet? My accumulation of silver.

"You know, my hair is very upsetting to people, but it's upsetting on purpose. It is important to look old so that the young will not be afraid of dying. People don't like old women. We don't honor age in our society, and we certainly don't honor it in Hollywood."
 - Tyne Daly

I have been growing my hair out since last September (2012). It's a frustrating process at times. My hair is long and I want it longer. I like it long and plan on being one of those women who keeps it long forever. You know I am a rule breaker... a trail blazer! Not really, there are lots of lovely gals out there, like me, rocking the long grey hair.

My hair is curly. And when it's humid it is frizzy. The grey hairs are about 4 times thicker than the brown hairs. They are really coarse and wiry. And they curl to the beat of their own drum. Completely out of tune with what those brown ones are doing.

I have my good days and days that I question my sanity. Those are usually days when I am around all my freshly colored friends, their sleek manes of flawless hair glistening in the sun. And let's face it mine is barely wrangled into a large clip clustered on the back of my head.

Being who I am... full disclosure girl, I think I should have a cape... oh, right. No Capes, too dangerous. I am showing you the progress so far. It's been about 8 months or so since I last hennaed my hair. Boy does that word look weird. H.E.N.N.A.E.D it just looks odd to me.

Sorry... off on a tangent.


Pardon the goofy photos. I had to take them myself and I was trying to tip my head so you could see it and still know I was pointing the camera in the right spot and not down my shirt or something. I did it in the sun too so you could see the whole glistening thing I was talking about. This one might be a little better?


Lots of sparkly grey hair now huh? I think it is cool. The only thing that bugs me is the transition from grey to brown. It feels like it will take forever to grow that all out. And in fact it will likely take 3 years for me to do it.

Am I regretting taking this on? Absolutely not. I love it. I am thrilled to no longer have to worry about coloring it. I don't miss the lumps of heavy henna sitting on my head or the hosing it out. I used to have to hose it out, seriously. My hair is thick and curly and it was a muddy mess.

I made myself an inspiration board on pinterest for the days when I feel weak and am tempted to grab that henna box. It's an array of lovely ladies who are all natural. Natural is beautiful to me. I love to see men and women with natural hair and little or no makeup in the women's case. There isn't much that is sexier than a man with grey hair or better a greying beard/goatee... LOVE IT.

Life is a journey. Each stage is brilliant and vibrant and wonderful. Aging brings wisdom, grace, patience, and resilience. It should be honored and respected.

And you may be wondering if people are treating me any different. I haven't noticed any difference at all when it comes to men. But a few women have given me second looks and strange expressions. One even told me I would give up because I would look awful and old.

I don't think I look awful at all. I think I look like me... only different. Someone said that to me recently and it made me smile. I am definitely still me. I am greyer and I am wiser and I am more confident. I love me. Me is pretty funny, and cool, and loving, and kind. I am creative and a fabulous cook and completely and utterly silly. None of this has changed one bit with those 4 or so inches of sparkly greys beaming on top of my noggin.

Love you! Hennaed or dyed or natural... just love you!

XO
MissLoveB



Thursday, May 23, 2013