Purpose...

I sit this morning with a hot cup of water and honey...and contemplate where I was this time two years ago...geographically, physically, emotionally and mentally...off the rails, on the black ski trail, off the path and into quicksand.

Sucked down into depths of hell, slowly and by degrees.

Desperately seeking escape...to where I did not know...how I did not comprehend...where was a lost cause....

In a cage invisible to the naked eye...'why don't you just leave?'

Imprisoned within a dungeon fashioned just for me by the monster above...'why can't you just go?'

My friends...these invisible bars, walls, cages are beyond the pale.

They gain strength in being unseen.

They inhabit dark places and spaces fraught with peril, with mayhem, with wailing and gnashing of teeth.

A medieval castle complete with moat filled with monsters that will chew you up and spit out your bones and move on to the next, and the next, and the next delicious morsel.

We are seen as just that...used for a purpose...to eat, to drink the shine off the beautiful...

We are sustenance for evil purposes...

We are a small cog on the slowly turning wheel of unconscionable deeds, wants, perverse needs.

Oh my dear treasures, it is time for the world to wake up...screw this 'woke' mentality if it does not come close to touching on subjects that should be demanding attention.

Instead these 'things' are being brushed aside in favour of careful prosecution, cautiously avoiding putting innocent people in jail.

Exactly when did justice favour meek and mild agendas when dealing with criminal elements?

Maddening...one in every ten...abuse, terrorize behind closed doors.

These numbers reflect only those who speak up, who seek help, who go to the police.

SEVENTY PERCENT of abused women do NOT report nor seek help.

FIVE PERCENT of sexual assault cases are reported. FIVE PERCENT.

Let that sink in...

The statistics are on the low percentile for these very reasons.

Women all across the country and down into the states fear reporting, have no faith in the police force, and fear death at the hands of their abusers AFTER they have left the home.

The heart quakes...or should...at these numbers that reflect poorly on the gigantic grand scale that abuse has taken on in recent years.

My hope in writing is to educate, to open eyes to see...I hope in humanities predilection for goodness, for standing for the poor and infirm, for those who cannot protect themselves.

Warrior women...is it not time to take a stand? To make a change? To demand safety and protection from those who would raise a hand, raise a voice, to torment...to torture...

May you go today and each day forward in knowledge, in wisdom, in strength for all that must be done to ensure your safety.

May you go today and each day forward in grace...an abundance of grace to take that stand, make that change, walk the path of healing and safety.

Oh the heart beats in time with those who suffer, who walk in confusion, who are lost.

Love saves us dear hearts...mercy and grace guide our steps...wisdom and compassion are the order of the day.

Let us go with love, with eyes that see, with a heart of compassion...there is enough anger in the world...is it not time to replace anger with peace? And by peace I mean, hard fought for peace, by non-violent and violent ways.

No more violence against women and children...no more.