Creating the life that I imagine through my words. Creating the world that others imagine and need through my words, hope and actions. ☮️
Starting a new job is always kind of rough but I felt that this time this was a job that I would really like. I had wanted to get into Detox Nursing for several years and this was the first time that I had actually taken the plunge, applied for and accepted a position in that field. I was convinced that this was going to be a major shift for me. I was excited when I got a call to work a full-time job there. I had just finished up a contract job at another location and I felt that it was time to take on a full-time job with better benefits.
Passion of Purpose
Imagine if you had a magic kaleidoscope that allowed you while peering into it and turning slowly the pieces intertwined coming into focus to reveal a look back at your life as a series of moving shapes, and intersecting memories with flashes of lights, colors, and vibrations. As you turn the kaleidoscope, you notice your bodily sensations start reacting, your skin starting to tingle, and goosebumps rise on your arms. The hair on your arms shift, and chill sensations are prompted, as your senses continue to heighten. The more of your life that you see, the greater the depth of your gratitude. You start to actually FEEL the projections that you are viewing from your life and CONNECT with them on a SOUL level so deeply that the experience is intense beyond anything that you have ever known. You get drawn into the kaleidoscope as if you are immersed in it.
I woke up under a dying tree with caustic ash dried to my lips and teeth. The ash was no worse than the dried rubble that I walked through or the leathery feel of my skin. I was dragging my leg at times and finding difficulty managing an upright posture. My clothes have been charred from the fire. Surprisingly, they had held up. I see fires in the distance behind me raging above the sparsely treelined horizon and hear explosions reverberating. There will be no survivors, nor should there be. I have been frozen for years in the deep freeze lockers in the pharma biogenetics deep lab basement. An apparent malfunction of the ancillary power grid changed that, because they had no intention of releasing anything that was fabricated at this particular plant of horrors and human experimentation gone extremely wrong. Experiments no one in their right mind would have done. They locked it down and closed it like a time capsule after selling the most horrendous of these mutated freaks to the most sadistic people inhabiting earth. Had it been for the fact this lab was unmanned I wouldn’t have gotten away. I am sure my exit breach set off the series of explosions. They didn’t expect anything to escape. The trip wires tell me that their intentions were to kill anything coming or going.
I felt the dirt and pebbles bouncing off my face, and sand running through my hair as the ground reverberated. That woke me up sweating, damp and disoriented. The floors continued rumbling, with dirt now falling from the cracking walls and lines running across the deteriorating ceiling. I could smell and taste the caustic ash in the air. My first large inhale brought with it a mouth full of that ash, forcing me to lunge forward off the floor, coughing forcefully spitting out that rancid taste before it completely overtook my air passages. Snorting with my nostrils flaring then blowing it out, I could taste the iron of my blood. I grappled around in the darkness, my eyes still adjusting to me waking. Searching for my mask to turn on Hi Flow Oxygen. I strapped it onto my face, with my eyes darting about the room slowly I started to focus. I could see my tank’s red alert blinking off and on.
I felt the dirt and pebbles bouncing off my face, and sand running through my hair as the ground reverberated. That woke me up sweating, damp and disoriented. The floors continued rumbling, with dirt now falling from the cracking walls and lines running across the deteriorating ceiling. I could smell and taste the caustic ash in the air. My first large inhale brought with it a mouth full of that ash, forcing me to lunge forward off the floor, coughing forcefully spitting out that rancid taste before it completely overtook my air passages. Snorting with my nostrils flaring then blowing it out, I could taste the iron of my blood. I grappled around in the darkness, my eyes still adjusting to me waking. Searching for my mask to turn on HiFlow Oxygen. I strapped it onto my face, with my eyes darting about the room slowly I started to focus. I could see my tank’s red alert blinking off and on.
Charlotte Pollis was born 7/4/1965, Independence Day in North America. It certainly did not turn out to be a freedom filled life for Charlotte Pollis by any stretch of the imagination because she came up missing on March 12, 1994, from her home in the small town of Girard, Ohio merely four months before her 29th birthday. She just disappeared. It was almost as if she’d never existed. I guess for people who do things like, “make people disappear,” they would love for you to forget that Charlotte Pollis existed. That makes getting away with her disappearance, and unsolved murder that much easier for them to get away with. I know that I am calling this an unsolved murder. This is something that the Girard Police have never done to date because they continue to feel that it lacks the evidence to even call it more than a missing person’s case. I on the other hand, out of respect for Charlotte and her family, want to call this case exactly what it is. I want to be realistic, and honest about this case in particular because, it appears to involve some improprieties with that very police department, but it also involves a trend during an earlier time frame in this country when men got away with murdering their spouses and no one did anything about it. Women had at one time been considered to be property of their husbands and what went on in a home, stayed there in many cases. Being abused, and beaten by spouses has gone unreported, underreported, unchecked and unprosecuted for years and years in this country. There are cold cases that have started to be solved involving spouses in recent years that are just now being prosecuted today.
Bee 🐝 Transparent
As Spring approached in Ohio, our family was more than ready to dust off the zero gravity chairs and get sunshine on our pale almost anemic appearing skin. The pandemic and more than forty days straight with no sunshine, had us lacking in more than Vitamin D. We wanted fresh air, our chairs and our deck, understanding that green earth would come as the seasonal change progressed. Slowly a few days here, then a few days there, the sun gradually came. Glorious!!! The birds started singing and congregating earlier as the sun rose earlier and the temperatures warmed. Perfect I thought. I’d drop down into my chair, throwing my head back, toes wriggling in the warm air and balancing myself just so- lock my zero gravity into place for optimal sun exposure and be all set to go . My daughter not long behind me would do the same with dogs in tow. We’d monitor the dogs in the yard balancing from our chairs, as they’d watch clouds drift, smell their favorite spots and laze around. Ry our youngest and most amorous loved to rip and tear about the yard at top speed then skid to a stop just before crashing into the chairs on the deck, tongue hanging out, spittle flying while spattering the hot wood drying almost as soon as it sizzled there in that midday heat.
Well Gemini ♊️, it’s that time of year. You’re feeling amazing 🤩 because it only rolls around once a year and you’ve been penned up pandemic 😷 style for far too long. Your fun side says I’m ready to tear my mask off and hit the club bouncing off the walls til dawn 😊. Meanwhile, your sensible vaccinated side is saying whoa 😮 hold up there!! Let’s find a great outdoor beach 🏖 party to cut loose at as that would be just as fun. Sand, Surf, music wall to wall maybe vaccinated people...(But would it?!?)
Reducing My Carbon Footprint Through Pawprints
The pandemic changed a lot of things for a lot of us. It really made us in my home look at what was essential to us and what really wasn’t. I always felt that we would manage it well because we “stock up” on things as a rule in routine shopping. I don’t like to go shopping to the main market frequently, so I’d stock up, and ship to the house since we live more rural. I’d go in for an order pick up about once every 5-6 weeks. I have a fridge in the garage and one in the house. So it’s always worked for us. Then the shortages started, and eventually everyone wanted to shop the way I always shopped by ordering online and grocery pick up, and I couldn’t even get a space reservation. Then you couldn’t change your ordering time slot. My status of importance dropped to zero. I had really gotten irritated over it because I loved this shopping methods for people were interfering with my life. This method kept me from dropping needless mountains of cash in Walmart on mindless shopping trips and out of the way of wayward screaming children for two years.