“I have been practicing being a non judgmental person. But I need your help on this one. Of all the crimes that are committed in the world, I condone none of them. However, I have always held that vandalism is the one that I have no comprehension of a motive. What could possibly be gained from this devastation?”—end quote—- well don’t look at me for help— 😉 I’m the old woman who has to take my “Nice Pills” 🙂 I am afraid I am judgmental– & I am with you about vandalism & I am one step further– I get MAD– even when I take my nice pills– who do people think they are doing such things totally destroying nature???? 😦 We just got home from Autumn Daze in historic down town Branson & about 1/2 of the craft booths had those toxic stinking scented candles or scented soap or scented toxic something– total air pollution!!!! I thought I would die before I could get out of there & away from it– the scents are still in my nose & I can taste them– even with my face covered!!! My liver is screaming– head ache– well you well know the effects!!! WHY WHY WHY DO PEOPLE THINK THEY HAVE TO USE TOXIC SCENTS FOR EVERYTHING!!!!!! DO WE NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO BREATHE & LIVE ALSO!!!! Sorry I’ll get off my soap box– I’m crabby– from the toxic chemicals!!!!!! Thanks for sharing!!!! Sorry you will have to rely on someone NICE to help ya out– later– gator!!!
Yesterday, I started out for I hoped a soul cleansing walk. I had been thinking about how long would it take to chime a bell in honor of every person that suffered from MCS. Chimes made me think about the movie, It’s a Wonderful Life, and Clarence getting his angel wings. Which led me to think of my uncle who had passed away last week. I stood at the entrance to the trail
and took a few relaxing breaths. And then I heard three chimes, like the tinkling of wind chimes. But I assure you there was nothing there. I knew the three guardian angels each chime was for. Now I’m thinking this is going to be the most spiritual walk ever. A few minutes in, however, I spiked a migraine from toxic chemicals. The weekend before apparently there was a cross-country meet. Someone had marked every root and hole with…
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