There was a story on the TV the other day about a Russian zoo that offered a goat to a tiger as dinner but the two of them decided instead to go against the norm and become “friends”.
Against the laws of nature, the tiger chose not to eat the goat and as they co-habited, the internet watched on, no doubt taking bets on when the whole thing would go to hell in a hand basket.
And if you believe the media, all was wonderful until the goat got a little pushy and the tiger decided that it really didn’t enjoy the headstrong companion and promptly mauled the goat.
The goat survived. Bloody and bruised but thanks to the care of its keepers it is now living happily with other goats and the hungry tiger is left alone, no doubt contemplating it’s next tasty snack..
The moral of the story? Dunno, maybe that goats and tigers really can’t be friends, at least not forever.
And the reason I have returned with this little bit of random musing?
Well, I guess this little goat has recovered enough from her mauling by the tiger that she considered her friend to get back to doing what she loves. And that includes writing here.
There has been a lot of pondering and reflection the last few months. A huge clean out of all things internet as I licked my wounds.
And a realisation that friendship is a two way street, that good friends support each other, check on each other and accept that sometimes, just sometimes, they can have a bad day and be a complete pain in the ass.
It’s all about communication, honesty and respect.
I have no idea if anybody will even read this and it doesn’t matter to be honest. It just feels right to be writing again. To put some of these thoughts of mine out into the universe once again.
So as you can see, the blog has a new name. A new red “coat” and a new attitude.
I love my red coat. It’s Calvin Klein and I bought it at Macy’s NYC.
Like I love my Texan Cowboy boots. Those boots are made for strutting, not just walking.
And of course my art continues to bring me so much happiness.
Pure joy if I am honest as I painted “These boots” yesterday.
Colour, paint and happy memories, and plenty of strutting ahead.
This little goat is back, and kicking up her heels.
As for the tiger? Shit happens eh?
** I am restoring past posts still so things are still”under construction” so please excuse the dust