I have an adult child who requires support for health reasons. Today that support involved taking her to a wine tasting, which was a four hour return trip. I grumbled and groaned about this in my head. I’d much rather stay in bed and wander around the Internet. Maybe write a post or two on this blog. Something I’ve been too tired to do for a few weeks. But duty/love called.
Before I left home I read the daily email I get from Mystic Medusa, my favourite astrologer. She advised that today was a good time to switch ‘I have to do something’ thoughts to ‘I get to do something’. And it worked. I get to write this post sitting in a restaurant with a beautiful view over vines. They even have a dish I can eat (very hard to find these days now that I’m managing an auto-immune condition).
I’ve talked about mental illness before. But in my opinion, as someone who’s had extensive experience in this area, you can never talk about it enough. There are lots of peeps suffering out there with one form or another of this insidious disease.
Easter is a time of hope. It therefore seems the perfect moment to explore the riveting survival tale of the Jewish man who tattoed prisoners at the Auschwitz concentration camp during World War 2. His story has not come to light until now because of the incredible guilt he carried about what he was forced to do to his fellow prisoners.
It’s been created in response to the current scandal surrounding Facebook which has seen many users ditch the social media platform. In the most damaging controversy to ever hit Facebook it has been accused of allowing another company to harvest personal data to influence the last U.S. election.