Grounded in a few ways.
What keeps us grounded? Besides feet.
A curious mermaid because I just felt like painting and was thinking about toes and feet.
Who else would obsess about feet besides a mermaid?
Let me tell you I really struggle with FEET! They are difficult for me to draw- therefore I’m going to focus on them a little more, Im going to become better at feet.
Shared road laws, it’s one thing to be expected to pay for snow removal (which I was aware of) but it turns out, I should in fact be contacted, either verbally or in writing regarding any other expense not usually anticipated. This is for good reason, someone else might not have the money for such an unexpected bill, there are many up here who can’t afford wood - let alone rocks. It could possibly just add to someones burden, let alone current covid stress & it was simply not very neighbourly, Never mind the yelling at me about the road.
I could 'dispute it' with probable, favourable results. I agree.
Some consideration would have been much appreciated - isn’t that we all want?
A little consideration & kindness?
I sent a text or two.. stating, I wan’t paying. Heated texts. I then went and stood at the top of my driveway and watched 3 vehicles drive by. Not one slowed to wave, go figure.
I asked God for resolution, quickly. I know it is NOT the direction I would have gone or now chose to go. I don’t want to be the one that has not tried, a few times - to be neighbourly. I decided to try once more.
I asked the neighbour I'd been communicating with to go for a walk… she pleasantly & promptly accepted my invitation and off I went... 15 minutes later - walking in these awesome woods with my neighbour. Amen.
I’m very grateful we did, she agreed a little consideration would have been nice since we all do share this road, and we should behave "neighbourly", if not friendly. She educate me on a few things as I did her, I know we both came to the conclusion that 'feelings were hurt' all around, all adults. Stuff said by all that ‘did’ get the reactions they deserved. I know, I too was not being my usually ‘Niceness’. I was upset, hurt and angry. We all do it, I’m woman/human enough to admit it. After I met my neighbours husband, I realized I was behaving like "a dick" too - (lol) judging him by his social media account (and I KNOW BETTER) saying he was 'about stuff. Turns out he is (as first imagined) a hard working guy, impressive craftsman & living here, is a job in itself.
I’m pretty sure they have worked hard for their 'stuff', like us. I apologized.
Living here.. It is a job & adventure.
Ask Norm. Out chopping wood to heat our home for the winter on it’s way.
I paid for my share of the rocks.
*provided, I am shown simple consideration & kindness in the future and contacted like everyone else, their should be no iddues. The road was improved, I guess (I liked the dirt road) but more importantly to me, I wanted to show I can be a good neighbour.
My neighbour noticed I wear moccasins (I can’t wear anything else comfortably) & she asked if I was ‘grounding’ ? She told about the documentary: Grounded/ Earthing and Norms’ making me a grounding pad NOW, for under my desk. I sat outside & walked the driveway barefoot (not an easy task with arthritis in my feet) still it felt fabulous. I use to live barefoot as a kid. Time to get back at it although very wet at the moment.
Above all else during my visit - I was blessed with a kiss on my hand (welcoming me) from a horse :) Yaaaayy! It made my day. I might paint a horse! or two.
I liked my new neighbour an our walk and the kindness we showed each other.
I look forward to more.
It was a step in the right direction.
With THC & TLC
Social media - break time- next.
I look at my goats and wonder what they are saying to themselves & the chickens...
This cartoons was inspired by my neighbour. My neighbour told me I have a "bitter soul." This coming from someone who literally spent 2 minutes speaking to me (ever)... I LAUGHED OUT LOUD! Someone could have informend me I moved beside the Messiah - I would get out of my PJs more!! I'm pretty sure soul judgement is reserved for Jesus & God... and My neighbour. Phhhhhbbbbbbbt. Wow.
Remember that Road I dont' own and have no say in? As I was abruptly educated by my other neighbour "I own this road! I dont have to tell you fuck all!" (that neighbour) - no consideration what so ever, no contact - written or verbal... AND NOW I'm now expected to pay approximately $900. for rocks with a side of verbal abuse.
Aren't they special.
I've never had such neighbourly neighbours, thank God.
Obviously, by their own actions, I'm not worthy of time or consideration.
So.. the journey continues... I walk with God, (& my homeboy) so I'm always up for adventure! Yay!! I wasn't put here to be belittled or bullied.
I did paint all day tho and painted one of my best yet! I was so excited- I feel I reached a new plateau- alwasy gratifying for an artist! I am deffinately a better artist (and person) than I was yesterday... I for sure didn't judge anyones soul.. over ROCKS.
Come see my "Don't be a Cheeky Monkey!" tomorrow.
with TLC & THC
Another Holiday Monday! It's raining and there no such thing as a holiday on a farm - lol
What an education this all is, this tiny farm. Life. Up with the roosters - no sleeping in with feathers & fur relying on you. Keeping busy is good for the sole & mind & body. I'm always stiff in the morning - with age let alone arthritis... not until Im up and active & loosen it all us does the pain of stiffness subside. Use it or lose it!
Farmers deserve more respect than they are given, feeding humans - is lots of work.
I do NOT consider us farmers' - this is a hobby.
I'm learning to pickle eggs! I give eggs away too.. chances are they have faces on them.
I can't imagine drinking to the point of a hang over and having to deal with animals... they don't care if humans are hung over. I hate hang overs so much I am grateful for having experienced some "doozies" in the past.. lessons learned - it took a while.
I just won't anymore. It's not worth destroying braincells for a "feel good"... is it feel good? Compared to cannabis the more I think of it- the less I think alcohol makes anyone "feel good". Sure it relaxes the body and mind - too much sometimes.
It's sad when you understand, Alcohol is the number one date rape DRUG.
Think about it for a moment.
Some drink to forget. I use to use that escuse myself, a few times. Ha.
It might make you forget for a bit, until it makes you wallow & get stuck in exactly what you were trying to forget about. I remember my mom crying a lot drunk, aways talking about the same stuff. Her past pains passed on to me during drunken stupors - because I was there to listen. Told so many times and then left to ponder, I bet my mom has no clue as how much I remember of the details... coats, bundle buggies, curtains being closed, sibling rivalry (I was not raised with my siblings so I don't know about it) all on how she suffered. Who cares.
That's part of the problem.. not many do care. Then or now. I get it. I think Melania was kinda right. GASP - yuk but... yep. Not many really care. They are distracted with their own lives. AS life intended. Throw in Covid... big distraction going on.
The only thing anyone should care about NOW is breaking the cycle.
RECOGNIZE & don't repeat what YOU did not enjoy as a child/adolescent. How about that? It's a holiday!
Does that mean you're going to get 'shit faced' (term for getting drunk)?
Sure go ahead! IF YOU don't have kids you are responsible for.
They don't need to listen to your past pains I think as parents we should be trying to make their path easier - even if it means sharing not pleasant topics by talking, educating (not impaired) the more the tiny humans know the better they will be. They are smarter than most realize. Id rather a child be taught early about "molestation" than to learn by having it happen - because they did not know - to say "NO!"
? Tuff call.
Tomorrow is a tuff call for many parents... back to school during covid - as it slowly creeps back up. Pray for strength to get through, because life has to go on.
The hamster was my 16th birthday gift, my friends wanted to take me out for my sweet 16th I was told "NO, come right home, we are celebrating" YAAAY!
I spent the evening alone, no special dinner, no cake. I was waken up around 2:00a.m. and given my birthday gift... which I loved. I guess she got side tracked. I was use to it.
Teddy died a couple of YEARS later while eating a McDonalds french fry, he was so old and arthritic he could hardly walk. He was a wonderful, adorable pet & tiny companion.
With THC & TLC I hope you have an alcohol free holiday!
Break the cycle. Life is not all cracked up as were led to believe.. hee hee- egg jokes.
Oh- My chickens count how many eggs they lay! They are mathemachickens.
lol Heard it on the radio, canoe.
I use to like 'Not my Circus' - Not my monkies.. this NOW. is most appropriate.
We all have our own little coops.. when it comes to watching covid around the world -this is what I have to remind myself. I just need to focus on my own coop, chickens - keep them healthy & happy -running around the pen chasing bugs. Gloria (who turned out to be our black ROOSTER -hahaha) loves to get a worm and run making a real chatter around the yard- it cracks us up - every time. It's that simple to laugh & de distracted by chickens- I don't want to watch the rest of the world.. self destruct.
One for me and one for - I don't know. It was just as easy for me to paint 2 of the exact same thing, side by side.. I might continue this & sell or give some smaller ones away.
Inspired by God the bible yesterday & proverbs -I came up with a sweet litle gardeners prayer and I'm painting it today on this drizzly afternoon (very happily) as awesome as this wet summer has been - it has been brutal on my arthritis, do not take things for granted - like putting on socks painfree. I have not been exploring as much and that gets me down but we've also BEEN BUSY. lol Can you tell? I swear - once we have trails these goats will follow us. ;) The plants in the garden are 3 times what they were last year! The berries are looking lovely too - so anxious for black berry pie.
It's a lovely Sunday, my favorite day - I like gospel music and Canoe FM 100.9 has it- it has me dancing already- what this body needs to wam up! Dancing is more fun that exercise- just ask Ginger.. she needs exercise this little loaf- she sleep with Norm (he moves less) and when he gets up to let the chickens out & goats- (which he has been) I hear Ginger trot over to my bed- up the stairs and under the covers. Lazy little muffin is in for a reality check soon when the baby arrives.
Yes, you read that right! Weeeeeeeeeeeee! A baby!!!!!!! Hee hee hee
I'm calling her Sunshine! Just so I can say - all day: Hello Sunshine!
Just so I can yell... Come here Sunshine! hahaha. Then.. that's it (incase Norm is reading) Sunshine will be trained to protect the farm. More soon...
lol Notice that?
How I snuck in that 'More soon.'. More what? Chickens?!
Theres always room for more chickens... At least one.
I'm starting a commission next - what a gift to paint this painting.. dogs.
Lot's of loved dogs.
I have decided to take commissions, I'm not opening my studio' anytime soon and have no place to sell my art - other than social media (which I do o.k. - THANK YOU!) but tis is another option and I can alwasy say NO, if not interested. I was approached about this painting I was pondering it... before I even said yes. My art is an extension of my love & I like to share & yes, I like to enjoy myself too.
That's all God wants, us to enjoy ourselves - feel JOY. Paint! Heck - I might even bake... no, I think I'll visit the 'Country Bakery' up the street for a treat - or two. Mmmmmmmmmm. If you have not been - I highly recommend. Her Goosberry jam- double Nom Nom!
God bless you, give thanks you are not one a covid statistic, look after your own coop.
I forgot to show you the goat barn Norm whipped up. Hee hee.
We thought the goats would stay with the chickens but it will be too crowed in the winter we think so.. the goats needed their own place. They moved themselves under the coop at first and we close that in.. but decided it would be too cold in winter. Canadian winters - brrrr.
Norm decided to make a barn, he had the plans from our shed he built 15 years ago. It's so sweet - smaller than the coop but it doesnt feel like it & it is a replica of the coop & our house. It has us planning our guest BUNK bed bunkie (to be continued at a later date).
The goat barn is raised of the ground and fully insulated with a vent. It has room for storage like their big metal can with locking lid (will be dented shortly after you put it in) for goat food. It's lined with straw for the floor and winter warmpth. Apparently you just keep adding straw (we do take out the poop tho) and this too will help insulate the barn - keeping the goats warm all winter. Im not worried at all.. Oh, theres also light and an outlet where we might put a heated bucket - for water in the winter. We'll see. NO HEAT LAMPS!! I can not tell you how many times I read over & over about the dangers of heat lamps, glass, fire etc. enough to convince me NEVER to put in a heat lamp. Why our coop & barn and fully insulated... Baby - you know it's gonna get cold out.
Raised feeders on the wall with a cinder block to step on, mineral block beside feeder on wall out of way & keeping dry & a hay feeder Norm made in about 10 minutes, they love it! With lots of storage - a shelf up top for extra food (the goats can't reach) a raised 'bed shelf" & smaller loft as Goats don't like sleeping not the ground. What turned out cool is they like to sleep in the tiny loft together and they keep warm - but they are high up enough to see out the windows. The windows are screened in & will have plexiglass windows placed on them soon. Norm still needs to put on a strong tiny barn door' but the goats are good to go - int winter! I read we won't hardly see them & if it's anything like rain - they never came out of their barn other than to stretch or if I called them out but only then to run under the coop- they really did not like the rain. It's been a fun learning adventure to sate & thanks to Norm - a first rate adventure! The goats don't try to escape- they know how good they have it. lol I'm painting a sign for the Barn:
No Grumpy Goats
We have happy goats & chickens. Poppy is the goat police! If she see's them doing something they should not- she is on it! & shes been BUTT a couple of times. I teach her to stay by me. Sativa has a thing for the little dogs. I think she thinks she is playing. Shemight be wearing pool noodles on her horns soon.
What an awesome adventure. So happy to be here. Thanks Norm!
Thank you Jesus! Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
It's a holiday & I was considering taking a break.. then realized- that's part of the porblem. No one wants to hear this shit on a holiday, take a break... Does abuse take a break?
Fuck no - it's escalated on holidays, so Cheers!.
I was taught to hate holidays. I still do.. or rather I hate the usual celebration that accompanies them - Excessive Alcohol consumption. Time to get 'shitfaced' - it's a holiday tomorrow... Good day for a hangover. That's how we think (how I use to think).. too many do, still. I struggle with most "celebrations", I usually just act like it's just another day- because in reality, it is.
At 18 I was given a raise, my first real job 'Talent Showcase' (hiring extras for music videos and movies being shot in Toronto & area) I was thrilled! & it was a good raise!! My then boyfriend, Adraino was taking me out for dinner and dancing & to celebrate! I just wanted to run up (I lived in an apartment) & change.. change I did.
I went straight to my room, got on my favorite current dress a raw silk, black & white, simple yet classy & great to dance in... on the way out I was asked "where are YOU going?"
I didn'nt speak much as my mother was usually drininking and I didn't want to set her off- not that it took much on my part.
I relpied excited (because I was): "I got a raise & Draino is taking me out to celebrate!"
My mothers response... " A raise?! How does your bosses cock taste?"
Yep. No, I do to forget it, those words. Because, you know - I could not have possibly been good enough at my job to deserve a raise.. clearly, I had to be fucking him in her mind (I was NOT HER though - I did not suck my bosses cock or fuck him - ever) I told her to "fuck off" and proceeded to leave.. Nope.
I was tackled, punched until I cowered on the floor, hair pulled, make up slapped off my face. Called the usual array of names: cunt, slut, fucking whore.. My stepdad sat & watched (inebriated as well) he TOO, knew better than to intervene with her intoxicated hatred towards me. I was beat repeatedly until Draino opened the door, he came looking for me wondering why I was taking so long, (thankfully) and yanked that bitch off of me and held a fist to her face & said "If you ever touch her again I'll punch you in the fucking face because she won't" and pulled me out of my apartment.
He was never allowed to visit again. I was humiliated, we broke up soon after.
She remembered what he said but not what she did & SHE NEVER EVER said SORRY.
All I ever got was "...I don't remember I was drunk."
FUCKING LIES Drunks tell us & themselves.
We did not go out dancing, my dress was torn and my spirit defeated.. again. I was use to it. I was harder because Draino saw it. I was ashamed when my friends saw me getting beat up - as IF I had actually done something wrong. The look of shock on their face - overtime was hard for me to see. That's what happens when you are beaten as a toddler. You are taught to be ashamed.. I must be bad if my mom is hitting me again.
That's how it was was with every celebration in my life.. EVERY thing she could - she added misery to. She was miserable ALWAYS, I was going to be too. So, why not share on this holiday MONDAY... abuse will be higher today & that is a fact, whether you choose to ignore it or not. If you see someone & you think "they should be celebrating", back off - perhaps they do not have as much to celebrate as you 'think'..
I use to get 'that too ..."why aren't you happy??" Buzzkill.. yep, quite often my buss was killed - but not by me.
The day I got accepted into school/college (you know how exciting that is!) was the same thing... I went to school in tears because I had got accepted & she said 'I wasn't going.. she wasn't going to pay for me to go & draw'. My teacher (Mrs Lockhart) helped me with paper work and I received a grant & loan. I never got any encouragement from her EVER, not once did she ask me what I was doing in college EVER.. I only lasted a year.
I wondered if I had gotten just a bit of encouragement, if I would have stuck it out. Oh well.
So, if you are an adult & celebrating with alcohol On this Holiday - try not to over indulge - not if your going to become abusive and give your children holiday memories they'll never forget. Or do- the choice is yours... if your children hate you when you are older- remember- the CHOICE WAS yours. It's still difficult for me to "celebrate" anything.. I have a fear in me that sooner or later something or someone will say something negative... beat it into me, still.
I will celebrate this glorious day- by painting, checking on the animals and just enjoying the moment. Grateful to e HERE NOW. Painting Iridescent Eve in the garden... next.
with TLC & THC
Next week, how everyone KNEW I was going to be an artist- yay! lol
I had a light bulb moment or as I like to think them now, a new level of awakening.
Triggers.. it's funny what 'triggers memories' and past experiences, maybe it's a song on the radio which reminds you of a special date or someone in your life, an old T-shirt - reminds you of that concert you went to when 17! A photo- can bring you right back to the date, memories can be a wonderful thing. Memories can also be brutal. As well as making you feel all warm and fuzzy- they can make you feel physically ill - decades later.
I'm learning to 'embrace' these triggers as difficult as they are instead of ignore them, ignoring them only suppresses them to return to a later date. Instead I will acknowledge, ponder and understand & say to myself: Way to go girl! You rose above that TOO!
Who was intimated by 'mean girls ' in high school - I bet many. Not me. My 'mean girl' was at home waiting to teach me a lesson or two.
One morning my mom was drinking her "special tea" which she said helped her keep slim... I made the mistake of asking if I could have some, not quite comprehending the concept of the slimming tea' & how it worked. I had my tea & went to school. I was in grade 9.
I recall feeling very sick and left school only to shit myself on the TTC. I got off the bus for fears of others seeing or smelling me. I was wearing shorts- it was a hot summer day.
I walked home and the shit dripped down my legs into my shoes, occasionally buckling with cramps... crying all the way.
My mom, thought it was hysterical and laughed a great deal, she also shared with a few that I had shit myself. I was 15. I was humiliated, again. Who does this to their daughter?
It was not until I was older to understand - other moms did not take pleasure in humiliating their daughter like this. My mom never said "you look cute", "how was your day?".. " what did you do in school today?"... "Im sorry you shit yourself... for that was not my intent." It was, it was her intent. She was an adult & knew what would happen to me drinking that tea - still she let me & let me go to school without any warning.
I looked cute in my shorts.. until I shit them. I threw them out.
She was always telling others I was mentally ill.
Regrettably, BUT understandably I was diagnosed as bi-polar' in my teens, which she only used againts me further - convincing others of her terrible plight- 'dealing with me'. I was not bipolar- I was fucked over mentally since birth by someone who hated me and proved it constantly. I was not the one who was fucked up.
The abuse was NOT always so obvious- the beatings were obvious, the mean 'mind fucks' - not until I was older. I remember this, sometimes simply -when I see a teabag in a cup.
I am happy for these memories NOW- these are here for a reason... to keep me awake. Safe.
They show me how far I have come and remind me - I am exactly where God wants me to be. Keep my distance. Grateful like you can't even comprehend. Give thanks.
People have asked me - why didn't you tell anyone? Why don't you? I didn't want to hurt my mother, part of the brainwashing. This is not about 'hurting' my mother, if it was to hurt her, reading this - OH well- we shouldn't have been such a fucking cunt.
This is about explaining abuse & pray others SEE, learn & understand & STOP judging others and what we don't know. Not all abuse is beating physically - much is beating and wearing down others mentally.
Stop telling kids:
You only have one mother.. (or father).
It was those words (guilt from people NOT aware) that kept me being abused well into my 50's. Now when someone says that, I immediately respond: Thank God for that! One mother like that was enough.
I was ashamed to tell others how much my mother hated me...because they could not understand. I could NOT understand.
They saw what they wanted to see.
They believed what was easy for them to believe.
Time for a cup of tea, I treat myself to good tea! I like citrus flavours especially.
Then I'll finish a portrait and start a new one of my son & a goat..
I've had a few very difficult days- that's o.k... I understand why. I try not to be so hard on myself when I get overwhelmed - it's easy to understand why, now.
Please try to show someone a little understanding- even if you don't.
with TLC & THC - FOR me from ME!
143,311 do you know how mnay times I had to read that number because of disbelief.
Thats how many have died in the USA & rising.
Yet, places continue to open... like Disney world. WTF?
In Canada the number is close to 9,000 deaths.
We do no thave to population the USA does - still.
It is shocking to watch - I don't understand how so few can care, drinking, pool paties.. babies becoming infected in record number in Texas. Arizona is bringing in mobil morgues and its business as usual. The American Government is FUCKED UP - The rest of the world see just how much. Careless behavious when we still know very little about covid- we know it kills. Fighting over masks- political 'leaders' ONLY add to the confusion.
The saddest part is who is dying - those already suffering.
I learned a new word in 2 languages... it is directed at the Political LEADERS & those who refuse to wear masks. The nurses, Dr.s, all who are wearing masks and care about others- yo have my symptahy. A thousand people are dying a day in the USA currently - That can't be true.. can it? And Trump golfs.
Some of my inmate friends think: this is the ends of days (expressed in their letters)
I don't know how to resond sometimes. I know being cooped up is a big difference than being caged up during covid COVID, I can read their concerne.
I share - I don't think it's the end of days.. just an end of being blind - to many issues.
I lose sleep lately over all I think about.. all the people I have met and know NOW, in the USA. I'll do what I can - if only continue prayers- lots.
I had a awakening (amen- thakful)... tomorrow, I'm practicing what I preach.
Teach Only LOVE , that is what WE are.
& made a new sign for the end of our drive way.
With TLC & THC
I was up before Forhorn- Celebrating the day! Cockadoodle-doo0000!!
One year ago today we took posession of our new home, this time last year I was driving up with a truck full, crying tears of joy. It's hard to believe it's been a year already... AND it's ALSO Our 28th Anniversary! HOLY - I am always amazed at the number of years we have been together. God knew.. I can tell you, after 28 years.. I can't think of anyone else I would want to or could' continue this journey with. What has helped us is our love for our son & our passion to create - together we make some pretty cool, fun stuff.
Our agent Tom chose the date of 'move in'- we were too preoccupied to realize it was our anniversary... hee hee .. 28 years & we almost didn't make it. I remember Tom telling Norm - in our old garage:
Listen, she's packed... she's moving. You better make up your mind, pretty quick.
It's why I am grateful for Tom, who went above & beyond & he also INSISTED- (as we were going to sign papers on a different house) that we come see this house- "If Ive ever seen a house for someone - it's you" & he was correct. God sent Tom to help me- I told him that numerous times. AMEN. I painted him to thank him (below) I hope he likes it- it did make me giggle- I know he is into Harley Davidson so I 'played' with his painting. I think he should use it as his new business card! Hee hee
ONE YEAR later here we sit! BOTH very happy - you see it with our coop & new extended family. Norm got up today & vacummed this morning... without being asked.
Brought a tear to my eye. lol WE absolutely STILL have our moments- heated words a bit of yelling- usually on my part & then it's over- we sort it out & carry on. That's life. That's relationships. That STILL 'working at our marriage'. I didn't want someone who wanted to stay- cause thats the way it is- screw that... I see too many 'miserable mirages'..we continued as a team- to enjoy & GIVE thanks! I make him - "Did you give thanks for another beautiful day??" I ask (& insist) over our first coffee. He knows better and says : Thank You!
I made breakfast & we'll celebrate by feeding he chickens, weeding the garden, building a goat barn! Fuck YEAH! This has been one of the best years of our lives.. the only 'one' missing is Storm. When he visits he feels at home & that's all that matters.
With the year it's been- Covid 19, I am celebrating every second of this day. We bought this house on July 10th 2019 but our old house sold 9 months later - yikes on APRIL fools day, 2020 during a pandemic! Had it not sold... just one month more & yes, we would have been in serious trouble - we could have lost everything, owning '2 homes' we could not afford. Cowabunga - YES! Thank you God!! Praise Jesus! < helped me through it ALL!
Jesus assured me 'I could do this! FOR BOTH of us.. ' Believe it or don't..
Here we sit. Amen.
I've enjoyed isolation- I've struggled with venturing out anyway, only because I love it here so much. This morning in the pen, Ginger showed us yet another reason to celebrate today, Indica's nuts* fell off!! Yeeeehaw. LOL I told Norm I'm making him a keychain for our anniversary... Ginger was walking over to show me what she found. It took me a second... at first I thought she successful captured & killed a chipmunk.
* The male goats testicles are wrapped with an elastic band and over time the circulation cuts off & the nuts fall off. He certinally did'nt seem to mind or notice & no - no baby goats.
It has me pondering why can't we do this to proven pedophiles? Or rapist... it would be a start in the right direction, imo. Now you know.
I am also celebrating reading today: Canadian police chiefs want to decriminalize all drugs for personal possession- REALIZING it is a mental health issue- Hallelujah!!! HOLY!
If that alone, isn't reason to celebrate - I don't know what it- so celebrate!!
With THC & TLC & some psilocybin tea... me.
Georgia... On My Mind.