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To the Pain…

Wesley: To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdink: And then my ears, I understand let’s get on with it.
Wesley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “Dear God! What is that thing,” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.”
William Goldman The Princess Bride.

There’s a distinct sense of impending doom that has settled over life these days. It’s in the politics and the polluted air. It’s in the orphaned children splattered over the news and the raped women in the Ukraine. It’s in the loss of freedom for women here at home and the fear of impending loss of equality for everyone else.

There doesn’t seem to be a silver lining.

There are people celebrating hatred. Reveling in the misery of others. Indifferent to the death and harm caused to so many people because they want to force their will onto our choices like a rapist forces himself into our bodies.

They are bathing in the blood of strangers to protect a concept they don’t even care about once it becomes a reality.

They are blatantly hypocritical, demanding a seat at the debate table with lies, double-speak, and mis-information. They scream about having their rights trampled on when anyone tries to tell them they don’t get to lie on their platform.

They are toddler terrorists armed with the most dangerous weapon of all – zeal.

It is becoming harder to pull my head out from under the clouds. Harder to see sunshine. Harder to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

This Country has me wallowing in anguish.

#depression #roevwade #America #anger #tired #fuckAmerica #sorrow #writer

Behind the scenes…

of a spoonie podcast. It’s no fancy recording studio or even my teenager’s online gaming set-up. It’s just a quiet bedroom, a couple of dogs, my computer, and a not too pricey mic.

I don’t even have to get out of bed to record, which is a good thing, especially for this latest episode “I am not ok”
Bear is my security. He likes to make sure no one interrupts recording sessions.
Penny is more interested in editing my posts. She does so with intense snuggles.
There’s my editing “booth”. Ok, it’s my lap.

When the chips are down…

You cast a winding pod covering stickers, healing, food as a source of spiritual well being, and gun reform.

Because that all fits together, right?

Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life SavvySpoons – Living a life of limited spell slots.

Misty welcomes you back to her podcast. Which she totally stopped recording because of a seasonal break or some other intentional reason instead of basic overwhelmed spoonie forgetfulness. Totally.  — Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/savvyspoons/message
  1. Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life
  2. Simply Do.
  3. Ignore your pain, then write about it.
  4. I'm back?
  5. Your Body, Your Funeral