SOUL MUD: Random Ramblings of my 24/7 Brain

Even if you believe in creation, doesn’t the planet, (virtually every life form), still currently operate on chance?   Each tree, plant and grass all release millions of seeds and billions of pollens over their lifetime resting their regeneration on the chance of reproducing and or spreading.   Animals and insects do the same – every day all over the planet.   Even with humans, women produce hundreds of eggs and men produce billions of sperm, all for the chance of reproduction.   It’s the same everywhere to varying degrees.   Almost all life on the planet Earth operates under some variation of chance.   Ok…now here is where my thought process get a little “out there”...but stay with me.   Let’s add a little genetics and DNA into this thought process.   We share 99% of our DNA with Chimpanzees, 97% with other apes, 93% with mice, and 50% with a simple banana.   Think about that for a second.   Then consider that many of those genetic connections that we share are actually deactivat

THE STORM By Autumn Boyet Stinton – July 20, 2017 The storm clouds outside reflect the storm brewing in my soul.   My steely cold frustration with narcissistic turbulence collides with the heat of anger and produces a head of thunder, lightning and rage that will not be contained.   Negative energy feeds upon itself growing to critical mass, destined to explode and rain down agony upon me and all around me.   Emotions swirl and the outflow of grit and dirt blast away protection leaving each nerve exposed and feeling raw.   My stomach pitches as the thunder begins to rumble and roll, unleashing a warning chorus of impending danger.   “Run away,” it admonishes.   “Take cover,” it warns.   The air is electrified with sizzling energy that seeks to lash out and plunge its wrath into whatever may quench its thirst. As if to give credence to the warning rumble of the thunder built from angst, the full intensity of the storm bursts forth as lightning flashes and echoes t

As women, we understand from an early age that there are certain things, unspoken rules if you will, that we must abide by in the sisterhood of femininity we are born into.   These guidelines are passed from generation to generation making us stronger, better women.   It makes sense to me that there are variations of ideals that are passed down based on the culture that you are born into.   However, the basics remain the same.      The woman code celebrates the power of women and leads generation after generation in pursuit of confidence, equality, strength, femininity, love, fulfilment, passion and success.   I’ve always found this unspoken bond reassuring.   More than just my mother, my aunts, my cousins, my friends and my colleagues, I’ve felt the reassurance of this bond with acquaintances and even strangers.    But, I have also instinctually felt unease in the presence of women who don’t adhere to the code.   At this point in my life, I can look at the relationships and