Well Hello Again

Well here we are. Did not bet on re-entry to the blog world because rights are slowly dismantled. I have always chosen to believe that there is always balance. In the darkness, there are always bits of light and vice versa. More complicated these days I will admit. So. Here we are. All feelings are valid. So…left is figuring out the next steps. As of today…we are here. I am no spokesperson by any means or have any deep insight. I am not so wisdomous these days it seems. So instead I have strange stories and strange humor. For today, here are some pinpricks of light in the darkness. Not sure how long this will last so let’s get to it.

Song of the Day:

“Easy Silence” The Chicks

Resource of the day:

Death Doula Network:
wearedopo.com

Artwork of the day:

  


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