A Wish for Wings That Work

“You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.”― Rumi

“You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.”― Rumi

 

I used to ask people which they wanted? Wings that Worked or a Prehensile Tail everyone picked wings I picked a tail now. I want wings that work

I used to ask people which they wanted?
Wings that Worked or a Prehensile Tail
everyone picked wings
I picked a tail
now.
I want wings that work

 

Agoraphobic Life Coaching

with Nina Tryggvason

The Raw Recovery Specialist
The Agoraphobic Philosopher

https://www.facebook.com/groups/668055393208508/

 

forget your troubles

 

meditation self portrait June 6, 2013

meditation
self portrait
June 6, 2013

 

Life Paths

Raw Recovery Specialist

When events occur that disrupt your life’s plan

how you recover – by that I mean – to mitigate your losses and return to a semblance of normal functioning

or finding a balance of function and dysfunction as coping ugly to coping

shifting from existence and survival into thrival mode

finding your new level between rock bottom and optimal

is the main motivation for getting back up from rock bottom

like Elvis said you need something to do and something to look forward to

 

if you dwell in darkness and refuse to see the light it doesn't matter which side of the divide that you are on

if you dwell in darkness
and refuse to see the light
it doesn’t matter which side of the divide that you are on

 

Garbage or Gold what goes in determines what comes out

Garbage or Gold
what goes in
determines what comes out

childhood

 

infinity loop from dark to light breaking out in colour conceptualized march 14, 2013 nina tryggvason

infinity loop
from dark to light
breaking out in colour
conceptualized march 14, 2013
nina tryggvason

 

His name was raindrop

 

I grew up in New Westminster.

My family operated Trygg Ceramics across the street from the Royal Columbian Hospital.

My grandparents had a farm in Chilliwack on Keith Wilson road – far away from the army base and my parents along with my Uncle Pat and Aunt Patrica bought this pony for me and my sister and our 2 boy cousins to ride.

I am the only one of the 4 kids who rode Raindrop. and this is the only photo of me on him.

 

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cowboy. This was as close as I got.

Around this time, my Dad explained to me that the Pony Express was only an 18 month venture until the rail road made it obsolete through technology doing more work and making people unnecessary.

This is why when the concepts that lead to jet propulsion were discovered in Ancient Egypt they didn’t develop it – because they knew they needed to employ the population.

Thus, making monuments were a mulch-generational task of keeping people busy during the off harvest season.  The secret to keeping your empire is to keep people busy an engaged in public works and infrastructure. Social complexity is about the scope and span of the population pressures by numbers and demographics.

My dad also explained that cowboys were basically farm hands and that didn’t appeal to me.

not the jackass whisperer

 

Besides, my love of cowboy movies wasn’t the cattle drive characters and it wasn’t the gunslingers, even though I have a soft spot for Billy the Kid and Jessie James.

It wasn’t even the self sacrificing sheriffs at high noon type stories.

I wanted to be a Pinkerton or Federal Marshal.

 

I got to sort of live that work fantasy out when I worked at RCMP.

The hat in the photo is a real RCMP forage cap. The crest was removed and I do not wear it off my property.

 

I was having lunch with 7 officers. I use the term to mean police officers rather than reflect the actual ranks, which was corporals to inspectors. Since I am not impressed by rank. I am only impressed by the person.

and usually, I am not.

 

so I used to kid about wanting one of the hats.

a butch woman corporal who everyone pretended wasn’t butch. Seriously you should see gaydar from the other side

 

the heterosexual inability to cope with difference and what they do to ignore the obvious is astonishing

 

One day, she said to me “Nina, why don’t you go to Depot and get the whole uniform?”

 

I paused to make sure everyone had food in their mouths or midway to their mouths, then I drawled

 

“Uniforms are more a fetish than a lifestyle thing for me.”

 

Everyone froze. breathing stopped. people turned an array of amazing shades of red

 

it’s really easy to find out who is kinky or not

but what embarrasses them

 

after that, permission was granted for me to have the hat

 

probably so I wouldn’t do that again

 

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