The time change, the ever expanding Corona-virus, spring, enough to catapult my interior into the stratosphere, yet peculiarly there is a calmness inside I attribute to the full plant pot oil added to the CBD oil legal and available in New York State.
But it is the last vial with no ability to refill until a visit to a state where it’s sold legally. Oddly, all these years living in a hyper state of panic, cured by a little oil derived from a plant.
Sleep improved drastically, and also a calmness throughout the day that no amount of therapy, meditation, exercise or work on positive thinking could provide. One half dropper at night before bed.
Added to the work daily to achieve health which includes work on thoughts, a main culprit at bringing me down, along with the other activities listed, peacefulness inside my being seems to match others not afflicted with severe life-long PTSD. That’s miraculous.
Still my insides feel squirrely due to the Virus that half the administration says we will contract, not if but when. The scientific half that has not been gagged by Trump who possess brains, stamina, character and integrity.
The other half, Trumpie and his cohorts—LIE. When he or his liars come on the air I look away. Faces of liars during this crisis make me feel sick, not hopeful.
So there is a low humming concern vibrating inside me, yet for now our area has not been hit. That might have more to do with no testing, rather than no virus. It is not the time to lie, be ignorant, nor every time say how great you are and how everything you do is so great.
It is the time for hard work, honesty, and compassion for others, all lacking in the person leading who does not lead, but instead continues to look out for his own money and interests. My wishes for honest leadership in this crisis go unresolved… again, over and over, again and again. No comfort there.