It was perfect. Sweet, moist and refreshing. Straight from the tree. The most perfect fig I’ve ever eaten. I am thrilled.
To eat and enjoy the fruit, literally, of one’s labour is so satisfying. I saw the fig almost by accident and noticed it was no longer green. I touched it and there was a softness. I worried that it was over ripe, but no it was perfection.
I had hoped to write a post about something that might bring understanding on issues that plague humankind. Instead I am just writing part of my journey with chronic disease.
I have been dealing with the pain in my shoulder, and have seen some improvement. I’ve used breathing techniques to relax, and small amounts of alcohol – a glass of wine will send me into a deep sleep, which is really great and medicinal.
It seems I may have bruised a bone in my pelvis when I had that awful fall on06 11 19. The bruise was bad, but there is still tenderness and some pain in my left leg.
Last week, one day, my blog was most read in Japan. I found this surprising. My blog has been read in every country in the world, apart from a handful of countries in Africa. I find this very humbling. I hope those who read it find inspiration and hope.
I started this blog without even thinking others would read it. In all honesty, I think it’s only been this year that I started to engage with followers on WordPress. Sometimes a friend will let on that they have read something, but I would rather not know, as I want to write freely.
Last week, someone hacked the facebook account of a friend of mine and sent me a friend request. I blocked that hacker and told my friend. I don’t understand why I get that intrusion now. When I was much more engaged in human rights, it was almost normal to be ‘spied’ on, or brand new accounts asking my friends questions about me. Friends who freely gave info to someone they’d never heard of became unfriended by me on facebook. I’m still in touch with a few, but really, who gives info about a friend to a stranger? I don’t.
All sorts of tactics have been used to try and intimidate me, or find out information about me. That’s ok. But when my daughter was brought into it, that was quite another. I am a tigress when it comes to my daughter.
I’ve stepped back in the last 18 months as it took a toll on my mental health. Politics is so slow. And so many lies are told and believed. Some governments place no value on human life. Some – most goverments see refugees as less than human.
We have an election here this week. I shall vote Labour as it will save our National Health Service. It is up for sale with the Conservatives, and Trump’s proclamation that he isn’t interested in our NHS was word play. He hates the NHS because Republicans see it as socialism. We pay for it in taxes and it is free at the point of need. The Tories have planned to end this and make it a for profit scheme.
If you have the right to vote here in the UK, please vote Labour for the sake of the NHS. I have never before advocated for the Labour party. I don’t like Jeremy Corbin, I don’t like a lot of things, but Labour is the lesser of the two evils.
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