It goes something like – sh*t, d*mn, f*ck, f*ckity f*ck f*ck f*ck. Why? My face is warm and my ears are red, I am getting incredibly weak and tired, and my taste buds have changed into something resembling gritty, bland oatmeal. What does this mean and why am I so upset about it?
Well, it is only TWO days into my return to daily writing – here on this blog and on A Whispered Wind where I am writing a novel via NaNoWriMo. And guess what those above symptoms mean? I. Have. A. Cold!
Yes, dear readers. I am sick, or at least on the verge of being sick. At 50, you just know what these kind of symptoms mean, especially since chemo 4 years ago wiped out my immune system and I get 3-4 colds per year. Usually during a climate change. Like now. It doesn’t matter how much Vitamin C I take (daily) or how much echinacea I take (almost daily), I still get sick.
I promise you, I will fight this tooth and nail so that it will not interrupt my daily postings. It has been far too long (June), since I have done any dailies and I really, truly want to be doing this now. So, I will rest when I can. Schedule posts ahead of time when I can. And still try to do this. Muddling through.
This is a powerful essay about one woman’s journey from Sexual Assault to overcoming the shame associated with it. It is a must read for anyone who has ever been the victim of sexual assault.
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Another day, another challenge from Calen. This one is from July 26 and it’s a bit different from previous questions. I will endeavor to answer it though.
It is a lovely, Utopian thought. I’d like to see this on Earth instead of floating in the clouds, but I guess that is a bit much to ask for these days. So, what can I do to make this happen, to become a reality? Good question, but I am not sure I have a good answer. I guess it begins with respect – for people and animals. Throw in some honor and love, maybe a bit of genuine compassion and empathy. Sounds like I am making a brew of some kind. If so, I guess everyone would need to drink some of it before we can float off into harmonic bliss. Just call me the bartender. Step right up and get a glass of Pure Bliss and you too can drift away.
I will admit, it is a great form of visualization. Beneficial for critics, cynics, and the depressed. A form of escapism that so many of us desperately need these days.
Robert Kennedy’s Day of Affirmation (Ripple of Hope) speech
What do you think of Robert Kennedy’s words, dear readers? Do they still have meaning today? Let’s discuss it. Leave me a comment.