October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month

                                                               'Believe in Yourself'

Domestic Violence.

  Happens way too often. 

                Not a pretty thought.

Violence of any type is unforgiving to me in this fishlife I live now.  My little fishlips are going to town on this subject – I have a bit of firsthand knowledge about DV.

Once long ago I lived with a man who had a short temper.  Verbal abuse was the mainstay, kicking or throwing objects came later, and a few times I got to experience the threat & action of bodily harm. 

His being an alcoholic and own abusive youth blurred what were healthy relationship boundaries.  

I got out after realizing my life was more important than anything he could offer in marriage.  I’ve been divorced for over 20 years and I don’t look back at all.  I made the decision that Domestic Violence or violence/abuse of any type was not going to be part of my life and would support anyone else looking to leave an abusive relationship.

I now live with a man who thinks the world of me in a healthy loving manner.  He is my biggest supporter of all that I do and encourages me daily!

Violence does not need to happen.  Folks can live without any type of violence or abuse in their life.

October is Domestic Violence Awareness month.

I have donated two of my photographs for a upcoming auction; plus one Mixed Media artwork for a public show speaking out against Domestic Violence.

A few sites that can help one learn and find help for Domestic Violence:

The Domestic Violence Awareness Project - http://dvam.vawnet.org/

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence - http://www.ncadv.org/

Mind Walking with Ghosts

Fog is one thing that scares me.  My imagination runs wild.

Ghosts walk, vampires strike, Jack the Riper comes a calling.

And planes can't fly.

Anchorage has been seeing a weather pattern this past week of one that is most unusual: Fog.

We are socked in every morning, several days the fog never lifted.  Last 3 days lifting by noon and giving Anchorage glorious blue skies.

I once wrote a short story that terrified my readers.  That story lead off with fog, a playground and a little girl. 

I need to get back to writing short stories and poetry - I miss that part of my mind's creativity.  A college professor once stated "you are a gifted writer You are a poet; I eagerly await to see what you write each assignment"  she wrote this on one of my papers in bright red ink Circled and underlined so I would not miss her comment; I still have that sheet of words somewhere in my treasures from the past.

I step away and give you Fog ~  Mind Walking with Ghosts