Resilience Provisions
Self-defense is a tactile matter. Getting in touch with what brings our bodies blessings of longevity is clever weathering. Protecting ourselves in the wake of cataclysmic changes isn’t merely a new boundaries hygiene. When the menu seems to always offer my favored whopper, aka ‘sun’, it’s become quite a quandary for me to consider another selection. It’s not that the world is out of it. In fact, the planet’s climate ozone issues impact has made meteorological components a forecast that people such as my skin cancer self must heed daily. What a depressing solar bugger that the onslaught of pandemonium-holidaying in 2020 caused me to have to navigate. Whether foul language to snarky venting or scowling illumination gear donned sans cheer, said variety suits my dutiful irridation worship diffusion. Collecting resilience provisions is a seductive solutioning.
A day without blood is like a day without sunshine. ~Pvt. Joker by Matthew Modine, Full Metal Jacket
Once upon an outdoorsy hippie’s gleaming livelihood, a surprising tragedy struck her luck. This golden-haired and similarly toned darling of our organic environment had befallen a nasty date with fate. She’d been wounded by a very familiar friend. ’Twas my sunny impulsivity that was suddenly killed in an accident. So much for thinking this star quality supported my shiny aura. Nope, this was a reclamation for my complexion of…
