Dying To Live- (Poem) J. Bartlett
Thursday, August 28th, 2008Born from the womb of those who came before her…. (Continued……)
Born from the womb of those who came before her…. (Continued……)
When I was a young child, our father abruptly left us one day, drove across the United States from Northern Maine . . . into Alaska, never to return to his family and community. He walked out on his parents and siblings, our family, his farm, his community, along with his employees and life long friends. He and his mistress (who was also married) affected an entire farming community. . . . . . Continued . . .
Even living a fast paced and toxic life in general weakens and wrecks our immune systems and we should try to remain vigilant and slow our pace to a healthy crawl. We have one chance around the clock of time, and we should try and make it as healthy as we possibly can.
I also had a dream that I lived on Powerful Street.
I thought that was a good omen….Continued…..)