I absolutely appreciate Melissa and Yolanda’s daily attention to my multiple daily posts. Big thanks. I have a total of 2500 posts on here now.
However, the last 5 days my views have really dropped. Even with multiple posts. I have no incentive to keep giving time and effort to this important subject matter if people ignore it, for whatever reason.
I’m off to do more writing and tagging. ✍️ Good luck finding what you’re looking for.
Lisa T. Red 13 Cosmic Skywalker. An Initiating tribe. 🧐🥳💯💪✌️
I’ve just added a donation button to the bottom of the homepage on the right for anyone so inclined. Just scroll down on this page. I spend at least 2 hours a day or more on this blog and I do it for my followers. I do not have the subsidy of a mate and make a modest income in my holistic business.
My passion and mission on this planet are to bring empowerment and enlightenment about our bodies to humans. In light of the ongoing onslaught against humans in politics and sickcare, I feel this blog brings a bit of information that can help you go the other way and have a better mind and body.
Does the life inside my head, when I’m not writing, count as my Life?
Or do I have to go outside and be around people to observe and participate in that stuff in between writing for that to count as my Life?
Or does the time I’m just being empty-headed, doing and thinking nothing and not writing count as my Life?
I think it all counts. Thoughtforms tend to be phantasms but they’re really not ya know. The preponderance is on the action in our society but it’s not that way for writers. Thought forms are picked up by the mind and manifested into the cells of the body.
When the sky is gray, like today, or it’s snowing, all of nature brings a variation that causes lip licking and nose blowing with a temperamental euphoria that distinctly tastes like the air. I love the smell of the crisp air in Michigan winter. This is my life in between writing.
I just want to drink my Earl Grey tea and sit in my chair writing my latest musing. When my mind is swirling, my body won’t.
For now, watching the rhythmic drips from my roof out my window will do.