Virtual playground

Following my joining GT and taking part in the forum and messaging a few people who I feel are becoming my LG friends, several people suggested that I join them for the weekly chat as it might help in giving me a space for this side of me plus it's a good way to find out a bit more about what's happening in peoples lives.

I considered what to wear as no one had said anything so decided to put on my t shirt and black Gilberts netball skirt as it was a good reflection of who I was and felt it would enhance the experience if I resembled my LG side whilst doing this. It also is a bit warm where my PC is being near the radiator so anything bulky would be just too hot.
Well the first thing I should say is, I was nervous because I've never ever used a chatroom before in part because some of the software they use was very iffy on my pc and internet connection plus chatrooms generally tend to have a reputation for flaming with other unsavoury things too.Many of the forums I've used have had rambling threads that performed a similar role so there really wasn't much of a point I guess.
Well everyone welcomed me as they dropped in and sadly for two dropped out intermittently as their connections went, something that having the ropiest isp in the district I do have every sympathy with.Naturally I wouldn't reveal anyone's details - in this era of widespread leaking and seemingly no online privacy, I refuse to go along with it - but shall we say people talked about what they had just got or buying such as clothes, dolls, places they'd been to, cartoons, favourite games and then some funny exchanges!
It felt like I was in a virtual school playground enveloped by the love of other girls talking to and gossiping with me.

Because I'm not really well I go to bed earlier compared to others that upon reflection is more appropriate for a LG like me so when to the time to put my Dalmatian jimjams on I announced to everyone that I was going to have leave now.

Now what happened next made an impact on me. One by one everyone wished me sweet dreams for when I joined Funshine Bear in bed and given virtual goodnight kiss which was magical cos everyone remembered I'm 12 really and treated me appropriately something that hasn't happened for a very long time.

This day was a magical day for me because I was, with encouragement and support, able to be my LG self in real time, sharing it with others who treated me like the LG I am from logging in to going to bed and feel my LG spirit is being restored. I had the most fun in absolutely ages.

Posted with thanks to the GT girls.

Childhood and faith

I make no apology for being a Christian Scientist, a Christian denomination founded in Boston, Massachusetts and for how my faith informs my way of life including my relationships with others.
One of the most relevant passages in the Bible for me at least is this one which I will quote from the King James version which as Christian Scientists we read daily. 
Matthew 19:14
"But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
There is a very good parallel with the note at the end of Matthew 3:2 that I feel is worth reading
"Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall not enter therein."
My personal view is "The Kingdom of Heaven"  means The Church" as a body not just a building for worship. What me it is saying is those only who resemble little children shall be received into it: but by resemblance we are not talking of an exact replication of a child so much that which possesses  child like qualities.
Christ loves little children because he loves simplicity and innocence and their age was sanctified through his very passing through it.
To me the good news from the Bible is it's okay to hold on to that simplicity and innocence because it's precisely what God wants. It sure doesn't mean that in handling our adult responsibilities it goes whatever others may have to say!

Resting Bear edition

Pawley (tm)? I, Theodore The Bear, got covered in nasty wet stuff  a few weeks back and my owner had to carefully wash and clean me up. Do you know what it feels like to have stuff land above you head soaking your arms right through? Gives me the shivers to tell you the truth but anyway Jo sorted me out and let's me sleep on the bed though today she's put the spare overs and that on. I've never see her friends bear never mind had tea with them.(sigh)
I have a few companions that I want Jo to show you at some time.
BFN, everyone. Theodore

Just a few words from me, the one who has this blog to say I hope everyone including LBA who flow in from the States @GT.to who is going to camp has a great time and the weather is kind for you all.
I'm still resting the throat taking lozengers and the like to sooth it here after it went within  an hour at work on Monday which as my role involves talking to people face to face is a bit of a blow.
Thanks to everyone in 'chat' for their sympathies and concern,
Hugs, Jo.

Fresh start

Well I've finally done it.
I have joined girltalk.to for some girltalk because my inner child side isn't going way so repressing it isn't going to work as I just feel shut down and sad. For a period I did try to let more of it out but this was before I had the internet never mind knew what the words were to describe what I felt. and when I did find some places they were so 'adult content'  orientated  I don't feel I belonged there.
 At least at Girl Talk.to forums, I'm with those who truly understand how I feel which believe you me is a relief as so many people just do not understand.
While there I came to learn of a movie that apparently I'd missed out onthat was actually up my street as film for children and family viewing called Nanny McPhee, the kind of film set in house with lots of children I hadn't seen for years.
Watching it made me feel good because a part of me came back alive - my inner child - and it wants to live on.

Time for the OJays

Whoo-woo another new entry about music!
The OJays have a long history but it wasn't until Gambol and Huff produces take them into their Philadelphia International label in the early 1970's that they broke big and it was around that era that I first got to hear of them being played on the metropolitan radio stations managing to make a big enough antenna for my radio to pull these stations.
Strangely enough one source of hearing them was the journey to school as one of the drivers who took me always had their stuff plus a shedfull of other acts on that label playing out of his car stereo.
Several things hit you of which the first was the production being sparse allowing the musicianship to rise and the vocals to come through clearly.
The second was the arrangements with a strong jazz influence and finally them words - the OJays famously had had 'a message in our music' talking about the state of society - family breakdown, integrity, backstabbers, racism, the importance of love and so on in what in other respects was a cynical no future era. In the OJay's world you could rise above what maybe holding you down.
I was late into getting anything buy the OJays on compact disc and the first title I did get was "Collectors Items" originally released on lp in 1977 which is a collection of special mixes of their earlier songs. Shortly afterwards in the States a number of their early albums got issued by Sony legacy but these were very hard to find and in fact I've only just completed my set with the Backstabbers, Ship Ahoy and Survival studio albums plus the Live In London album issued in 1974.
In late 1998 it was announced that WestSide were to re-issue all their post 1976 albums in the UK the following year and in that period I bought each issue as soon as it came out.
They came in the form of either 2 albums on a single cd or three on 2 cds with one album kind of split between the discs which wasn't ideal but they had very good notes about what was happening with the band, all the singles issued with their 'b' sides and so on.
There were all re-released by Edsel in 2004 in the much better 2 album on one cd format.

The Tyger

Here is a favourite poem of mine written by William Blake called The Tyger:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?