…til it’s over…
55 degrees one day, birds are singing, sun is shining…and the next:
…a pain, but wow, was it gorgeous:
Copyright claimed.
Another model has come forward on being allegedly sexually assaulted by sleazebag photographer Terry Richardson. My prior post on him here.
This report explains one of the manipulative techniques of Richardson–calling the girl a prude and telling her she needs to loosen up. I’m glad to see a couple of models formerly photographed by Richardson are taking positive action against this predator.
And the question of the hour is…why do people, especially celebrities, who have a lot going for them, are intelligent and compassionate, associate themselves with this manipulative exploitative creep?
He is a dark one. He is beneath contempt. Associating with him and promoting him is feeding the dark side, in my opinion. It’s saying that his behavior is acceptable…it’s okay. And it’s not.
It’s a crazy experience to celebrate the female body as beautiful, and then degrade her because she’s a woman. Crazy.
So much of what is wrong in the world today is by the degradation of women. Wars, violence, greed, all thrive because the feminine–the softness, compassion, empathy, nurturing, and nature–is not respected. Not given equal weight. Not honored.
For example, the Earth, which is feminine, is stripped of oil and then left polluted and scarred…not unlike sexual violence. Wars are the same.
We all can be violent or compassionate. We can feed the dark or light. It’s our choice, our free will.
Warrior Publications has this up on a Mohawk warrior who became ill after being fed a meal while being held in jail.
He became violently ill, but did not receive medical attention.
Shawn Brant is asking that the tape of the day he became ill not be erased. There’s no mention of any remaining food being tested, so I’m guessing that is not being done.
It doesn’t appear that the police are going to own this, based on the comments of the representative. We’ll see…
You know, I would love to watch nature programs, but I quit watching them because they always focus on the animals killing one another. The photographers seem to love the violence of nature.
I mean, you would never know that animals can also show intelligence and compassion, as seen here.
It wasn’t just one hippo, but the group of them, that went in to help the gnu.
The hippo was gently using its powerful jaws to help the gnu, along with its nose–that takes intelligence. And for it to recognize the danger and do something about it showed compassion.
I think it goes to show the complexity of nature and how shortsighted we are towards animals.
City Jackdaw has an interesting story up.
Aren’t we all looking to find ourselves…?
If we change our “clothes” (as in the way we perceive ourselves)…have we become a “missing person”…?
Philosophy thought for the day…
Along my path of change, I was re-examining everything, including eating meat. I became a vegetarian at about 1997. My kids thought their mother had lost it. It’s not easy changing to vegetarian when you’re responsible for cooking for the family. I had to get everyone’s needs met. They actually liked a bulgur wheat and lentil burrito I made, plus some other dishes. But they did not want to convert fully to vegetarian diet, which I understood.
In 2006, I was advised to go back to eating meat due to severe anemia. I didn’t know at this time that I was heavy metal toxic–that would be another year before my discovery.
I did not want to go back to eating meat, but my body had been craving it, so I knew the advice was sound. I talked about it with a lady whom had been a vegan, and she too had to go back to eating meat. Her theory was that some of us are just genetically set up to require meat, while others could do quite well without it.
Dr. Natasha Campbell-McBride said in her book of the GAPS diet, which heals the gut, that she did not recommend vegetarian diets–she saw many in her practice that were not healthy. She saw a problem with vegetarians eating a lot of soy and grains. I am guilty of this–I was eating a lot of tofu and pasta. One of my favorites was eating spaghetti with olive oil and garlic. Yum. But eating this is not doable for Celiacs. (Not to mention non-organic pasta being GMO)
I polled the mercury poisoning group about being vegetarian. One was a vegetarian all his life until chelation. He said he felt heavy and sluggish–he felt better and had so much more energy when a vegetarian. I have to agree to that–I had so much more energy and my skin glowed. It was unfortunate that as I was beginning the vegetarian diet, my body was becoming more toxic from the mercury.
Another group member said it was just too hard on the body and with dietary restrictions, it was impossible to chelate without eating meat.
They were all under the impression that they could not go back to just a vegetarian diet–one said he hoped to go “almost” vegetarian, with eating some meat, but not totally meat-free.
I don’t know. Time will tell.
Jeffrey Thompson is apparently deeply involved in D.C. politics and has been charged with violating local and federal campaign finance laws.
One campaign he contributed to was Hillary Clinton. Damn, I guess she’ll have to get another donor to finance her presidential campaign…
I’ll bet he’s regretting that cool $500k he spent on her ill-fated campaign….just think of the people that money would have fed..housed…gotten medical care for…sent through a pretty decent college…employed in a job for years…but we can’t do that, can we? We need to spend millions on campaigns.
Washington Post also has the story here.
**edited to change wording. I called Clinton a client in error. Chalk it up to Spring Fever. Oy.
Man, it is like a dam broke…there’s just this sudden explosion of activity in the natural world…
I was outside with doggie. Warm…not quite up to the 50 degrees yet. A gentle breeze. Sun shining brightly.
As I’m standing there, I hear something that’s not quite a chirp, more like “brrrt”. I look up to see what look like geese flying in a “v” formation…but it’s not geese.
They’re cranes. I have seen them many times through here, but have not had the pleasure of listening to them call to each other. They’re definitely the young returning–not quite the size of the adults.
We fortunately live near a nature preserve. Sadly, though, it is fenced and not open to the public.
All I can do is walk by, peering in…
“…put’em in a tree museum, and charge people a dollar and a half just to see them…”
(Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi)
Heard a songbird singing its heart out this morning…
I think we might have moved past this strong, forceful winter…tomorrow the forecast is for 50 degrees. Woot.
It still might take awhile for the ice road that is the driveway to disappear…mornings will be…interesting…if the temps dip down below freezing at night. Slip slidin’ away…
Winter brings its own stories–some days I would see deer tracks in the snow, along with bunny tracks. It is amazing that any of them survive in such brutal conditions.
The poor dog hasn’t seen grass in three months. Heh.
I saw a robin for the first time last week (others saw them earlier). I’m afraid that one of the neighborhood cats might have gotten one, because an area had a bunch of feathers scattered about…
The sun has moved across the horizon…the heated orange coming through the fingers of the trees in the lane…
Welcome Spring.
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