A Day of Rest

(Aren’t They All?)

Ok, I hear ya. Maybe they are, at least during the darkest Pandemic days. I lost 2 friends last week, one to Covid, one to a rare disease. But both were lost the “last enemy”, death. No getting away from it, is there. No… Not at this time.

What does that mean, you ask? Am I just a crazy blogger with mental health issues? Well, yes, the mental illness part is true-but that does not make me crazy. The Bible tells us in no uncertain terms that death will be done away with, in the not-to-distant future! Yay!

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...