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It only feels like last week!

The Eurovision has entertained me for many, many years. It has been running longer than I have been in this existence, and now, with the magic of the internet I can find clips of all of my favourite Eurovision entries. Some of the really old ones, from the days when TVs were mostly in black and white, aren’t included here, for two reasons. Most of the Eurovisions I remember were in colour, and although I like some of the songs from the early days, I didn’t see them performed live. These songs listed here are from shows that I watched on my (or someone else’s) colour television set.

They also aren’t in any order. I just thought I’d mix them all up and put them all out!

First out of the hat, from the year 2000, is Claudette Pace with “Desire”, for Malta. It didn’t win, but it is a bubbly little number!

Just had to squeeze this one in here (yes, I know I’ve only just started!) but also from 2000, Denmark entered and won with the Olsen Brothers singing “Fly On The Wings Of Love”

Waaay back, in 1991, France entered the contest with Amina singing “Le Dernier Qui a Parlé”. A song that has travelled through time with me – it’s very unusual, but very good. I was humming it this morning! And thinking about it, 1991 isn’t really that long ago… is it?

Jumping forward slightly, to 1994, Frances Ruffelle represented the United Kingdom with “Lonely symphony”. I find this song to be very anthemic.

Three songs now from 1998: from the UK, Iceland and Russia. And the UK won! Katrina and The Waves “Love Shine A Light”; Paul Oscar “Minn Hinsti Dans” (must be seen!) and Alla Pugachova “Primadonna” – I really liked this one! 

Last year’s contest had four songs that I had to play over again. Iceland’s Yohanna, “Is It True?” goes without saying that this is one of my favourite songs of all time! And I love the way it was staged in Moscow. Absolutely stunning!

Portugal’s Flor-de-lis with “Todas As Ruas Do Amor” is another happy bubbly song. And last year’s winner, Alexander Rybak for Norway, with “Fairytale” ‘I’m in lurrrrve with a fairytale…’ OK, I’ll not sing.  The fourth of my favourites from last year is Chiara who sung “What If We” for Malta. This is the song that features the line “If you don’t know your destination, who determines your destiny?” Quite a valid statement, if you ask me.

Back to 2000 again. Russia entered this year with Alsou singing “Solo” I have to ‘do the dance’ with this one. Love it!

In 2004, James Fox represented the United Kingdom with “Hold On To Our Love” A good song I thought and should have come higher placed than 16th.

In 1994 Germany asked MeKaDo to sing “Wir Geben ‘ne Party” and got me boogying!

Gina G’s “Just A Little Bit” appeared in the 1996 contest, for the United Kingdom.

And another of my all-time favourites is from 1995, Aud Wilken, for Denmark, singing “Fra Mols Til Skagen”

And there we have it. Fifteen or so of my Eurovision faves. There are more. Many more. Far too many to write about here. I’ll see if I can add some videos one day of some of the songs, but until then, have a look for them on You Tube. They’re not to everyone’s taste, but I like them.

I do enjoy my travels through time 🙂 !

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And there’s more!

Wow! What a first semi-final! I found myself caught up in the moment and tapping along to some of those tunes! And I’ve got it all to come on Thursday! Speaking of Thursday, I was in a bit of a rush earlier, and posted Thursday’s line up instead of tonight’s! Oops. Never mind! All sorted now!

And we’re through! Well, Iceland is! Through to the final on Saturday. In a nail-biting finale, Iceland was the last of the ten winning countries to be revealed, which is exactly as it happened last year when Yohanna represented them. The crowd were cheering and shouting for Iceland then, too!

So, through to Saturday, are…

Bosnia

Moldova

Russia

Greece

Portugal

Belarus

Serbia

Belgium

Albania

Iceland

I’ve also decided on a couple more favourites. More tomorrow!

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Sunday Sun Day

I have an electric clock with a thermometer on it. This morning (just after 10am), it is showing the temperature as 26.5c, 79.7f. OK, that’s the temperature inside, but it looks very warm outside. The sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing loudly, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. I feel like bursting into song, but will resist the temptation, given my singing qualities aren’t the best. Besides, a baby is screaming for something outside, and I don’t want to compete with that.

I like the way everywhere looks in glorious sunshine. Everywhere is crisp and clearly defined. The colours are vibrant, the sky is one of the best shades of blue you could ever imagine, and the greenery of the plants and trees all blend perfectly together. The birds seem to love the sunshine, singing away, as though they are in competition with each other. And probably they are, but they make the competition sound good.

Cats have the right attitude when it’s hot like this. They find a nice place in the sun, and flop down. Groom themselves slightly, turn around, and flop down again. Move to the shade when they get too warm. Groom again. Flop down again. They do just what they want to, when they want, and seem very content to do it.

Humans seem to have taken to cooking outside when the sun is shining. Everywhere you go, you can smell someone’s barbecue just being started. It’s a bit early in the day at the moment for barbecues, but hundreds will start before long. Most people sitting outside, usually in the shade, having a few drinks and some scorched barbecue food. I like a good barbecue myself, I must admit. Just don’t ask me to do any cooking – that is not one of my strong points, although it won’t take long for me to learn. (Have a read of ‘my’ first Secret Teachings post regarding the value of an hour.) Even if I could cook, I still wouldn’t be able to host a barbecue as I don’t have a garden – although this will all change once I move into my dream house.

It’s nice to visit a beach when the sun is shining, I find. I love being by water, whether it is a stream, a river, a waterfall, the sea, a lake or a swimming pool. This must have something to do with my astrological sign, Pisces. I’ve found a glorious bay in Anglesey, where I have to go to at least once a year – and I can feel it calling me now. I’ll be going there in the next month or so.

I couldn’t say I prefer the sea to a waterfall, or a river to a stream, as they all have their own qualities. This thought reminds me of something I read in a book (I can’t remember the book at present, but when I do I will mention it on here) that says a small puddle is no less important than the ocean – they both contain the same thing – and without it we wouldn’t survive. I love the sound of a babbling brook. I like looking out to the still horizon far out to sea. I love the reflections of a mountain range into a lake. I even like the smell of freshly fallen rain. No, I definitely like water. And another good thing about water, well two things actually, is it keeps you cool on hot days like today. Drink it and run your hands under it – both have the cooling effect that is just what is needed!

Well, all these thoughts of water have certainly cooled me down a little, and the temperature has increased to 26.8c in the time it has taken me to write this.

I think it’s going to be hot, Hot, HOT today!

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Multiple bodies at separate times

Up to now, I’ve had five different bodies in my lifetime. No – make that six – I’ve just remembered another one.

Those bodies are, in no particular order: Fat, baby, muscular, thin, child and blond.

I’m in my fat body now. Before that I was in my thin body. Fat again before that, and muscular (and toned) before that. Blond twice before that. Fat before that. Thin before that. Child before that. And baby before that.

I’ve been me all the way through those different bodies, but have been completely different depending on what body I was wearing at the time. Yes, I’ve always been quiet. Yes, I’ve always liked to keep myself to myself. (Can’t really comment on my baby body, but I’m presuming I was similar). But my thoughts have always been my own throughout time. Well, I hope they have, anyhow.

I’ve looked so different with each body.

Looking at some older photos of me, even I don’t recognise myself. How weird is that?

I’ve classed blond as a separate body; as I looked different during one of my thin to muscular stages, and wanted to keep it separate. I don’t have any photos of my blond stage unfortunately. There must be some somewhere, though – I’ll send a cosmic order for some to turn up (but only nice ones – if there’s any of me in questionable situations I don’t want to see them!!!)

Thinking back, I’ve actually felt different in each body. I had more confidence in my thin and muscular bodies, less confidence in my fat body. I was of the highest confidence level ever in my blond body. I had more energy in my child body. And just a warm memory from my baby body.

There’s a part in The Secret that mentions the cells of the body are constantly being replaced, and over time we can have a brand new body. I don’t think it was referring to my example above, but I quite like my take on it. I did feel differently within each different stage of my life, and my body was completely different. All I need to do is remember the aspects of each particular stage of my life that I liked, and bring them forward into my life now. I can clearly remember how my life was at each stage (well, apart from baby, but that was a nice memory), as everything I experienced then was part of my life. If I like it, I’ll have it again, thank you very much.

I won’t have the rocker bleached blond look again. I really did love that look, but I was at the right age at the time (in my opinion) although it was a bit of a shock to others when they first saw me. The look on their faces was hilarious, but they got to like it too, in the end. Besides, my crown is a bit bigger nowadays, so my hair may look a bit orange around the middle! I’ll have to try to bring forward the part of my body that had a full crown. When I get that back, I may just go blond for one more time! Only joking!!!

I keep saying I can have the life that I want. I just have to know what I want, and do what I need to, to ensure that I can get closer to actually achieving what I want. Some things will come to me without me having to do much work; others, I’ll have to do a bit more. I am entitled to have my life as I want to have it, so I might as well have it in the body I want to have too!

I’ll have the perfect body. I’ll have the perfect personality. I’ll wear the perfect clothes for me. I’ll be the perfect person. I’ll have my perfect life. I’ll be able to help others to achieve their perfect lives too.

Writing this blog has made me seem to be very selfish, and self-centred. Well, the blog certainly is self-centered. It’s my blog, and it’s about me. It’s about me getting to know myself better. I’ve decided to publish it, rather than keeping a journal, as it is a different way of expressing my self.

I don’t think I’m selfish, however, although a certain level of selfishness is perfectly acceptable. What good would we be to anyone, if we spent all of our time for other people, leaving none for ourselves?

If any of my posts make you smile, or think just a bit differently, then that is a bonus. I’m doing this blog to get to know me better. And do you know what? It is working already!

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Living the dream?

I’ve had many dreams over the years. Some of them have been amazing adventures… in some, I’ve been flying all over town just taking in the views from different perspectives… in others, I’ve had problems coming in to land after flying. Some dreams have seen me visit ‘strange’ places, but I knew them like the back of my hand… some I have travelled back in time and visited my family (and even myself when I was little)… others I have been living in a very large house, with many rooms. Quite a lot of my dreams are very vivid, some scary, but on the whole they are extremely pleasant.

I bought a dream dictionary once, found the interpretations very interesting, until one person I worked with made me see them in a different light. She simply said “how can anyone else interpret what my dreams mean?” And since then, I haven’t used the dream dictionary.

I love reading or hearing about other people’s dreams too, but don’t comment on them now, unless I’m passing a light hearted comment about something happening to the dreamer. Well… 😉

Like my friend said, dreams are personal, and my dream of my extremely large multi-roomed house, with large gardens, three floors, balconies, sun terraces, split level flooring on the ground floor, hidden staircase to the third floor, large windows, and one room that is decorated like something from the 1950s  will mean something completely different to someone else who may have a similar dream.

I’ve noticed that a lot of my dreams include height. I’m either flying very high (although in one embarrassingly vivid dream, I was flying at a snail’s pace one centimetre above the ground. I was flying, but to everyone around me it looked as though I was just lying on the floor.) Or there are stairs, different levels, or I’m looking down off rooftops. I’m sure the dream dictionary would cover these as ‘reaching for great heights’ or ‘feeling superior over others’ or ‘need to reach new levels’ or something like that. There may be some truth in that. I do want to live in my large house (the one I’ve described above) but does it ever exist? Am I reaching for something I cannot attain? Or am I getting myself ready for when I am soaring high, in my amazing pad?

That feeling superior over others isn’t true at all. I read a quote recently that went something like ‘in reality, nothing is superior. Likewise nothing is inferior. It just is’. So there!

The odd thing about my dreams of the house… there’s always the many rooms, the many levels, the many stairs, the many doors, the many different ways to get there, the many rooftop terraces, the many gardens, the many other things… the house is completely different in each dream, yet it is always very familiar. It is definitely my house that is for sure. I am never aware that I am dreaming, but my one bedroom flat is completely different, so I would hope that one day I will become aware that I am dreaming.

That is one of the things that I must experience; Lucid Dreaming. Being asleep, knowing you are dreaming, and being able to control when, where and how you go, and who you meet. Imagine the possibilities… what can be learned, what can be done… I’m not at that stage yet, so I can only dream! <- See what I did there?!

Whether I do learn to become conscious in my dreams, or not, will have to wait to be seen… as soon as I do it though, I’ll have something big to write about! In the meantime, I can but only go on, enjoying, and living my dreams. Even if they aren’t an exact match to my current reality, I’m happy with what I’ve got.

But I wonder. When I get my house, what will I dream of then?