I WANNA GET LIT.

Happy 4th of July!!! 

i point my finger to the sky and look to His LIGHT.

Being high on life is the only alternative for me. Living in a intoxicated state with mind altering narcotics has never been my thing. I had family members who fought the battle against drunken demons and I know what the face of addiction looks like. It is a face that is dimly distorted from the inability to cope with life and its challenges. But drugs and alcohol are not the only things we use to cover up the pain. The faces of power, sex and food are other disfigured images that we encounter everyday in our mirror of life. Addiction is a cunning camellia that slithers on its belly like a snake as it sneaks around the chicken coop looking for an egg to steal.

THE BONDING BAG.

I dedicate this post to my new friends and EASTCAN.ORG. In our difficult time with Polar, they have carried us with compassion and class. These angels have literally turned Polar's heartworm hell into a healthy heaven on earth. 

CARRIED BY LOVE

The baby kangaroo clings to his mother's warm protective pouch. With each day that passes, the closeness starts to grow between the young hopper and his loving mother. She will faithfully take him everywhere she goes as he lies resting, nestled in peace next to her beating heart. They are linked by an enduring bond that last through all the stormy and impetuous sand of times. The two will become one, held together, forever.