I'm not sure where to begin. Perhaps I should start of with a white flag up for those who came before Angelina. Let me say that most people who have had mastectomies and complete hysterectomies are already infected with the horrid disease we know as cancer to the point of no return. They are not in fear for the possibility of the disease. They already are infected, already are suffering, already tired and raw, and just want to survive. This is not a message being sent out to harm those who have made this choice under those circumstances. I have no intentions of furthering your pain and suffering. This entire article will focus on Angelina's 'preventative amputations' and the message its sending to the women of this world.
I go by feel. I go by signs. I go by experiences. I go by those things happening around me, brought to my attention, screaming to be heard. Screaming to be told, shared, passed on. I cannot deny the synchronicity that I have been gifted in this last few weeks. (never-mind my entire life) I have to share something and it's deep and heavy. This is for the ones who do not feel, or don't allow themselves to feel. This is for those who numb themselves. This is for the ones who feel so deeply and cannot shut it off. This is for me and this is for you.
The first day of Spring is here. This is long awaited with bated breath after the Winter months the North has endured.
So what now? How do we Spring forward? What's the next step in this new cycle of 2015?
Author: Cari-Lee Miller
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I am a seed burst forth from its shell. I have mingled and fought in the dirt. I am ready to kiss the Sun. *CLM
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