When I left the prison where I volunteered as part of the faith based initiative program, I would often stop for a beverage and make some off the wall comment about just getting out of prison to quick mart attendant. Other than those voluntary stays, I have never been in prison. Well, not in this country.
So imagine my surprise when I see that folk casually mention my current incarceration where evidently I am rotting. I first noted the rumor in the comment of a woman who signed her comment as Kate on this blog. But after a bit of looking, it seems to be public knowledge that I am rotting in a prison cell somewhere. I think I should take a moment to correct the misconception.
I am “rotten” not “rotting”. Rotten to the core. While some folk seem to think Kentucky is a prison, they let me come and go as I please. In fact, I think of Kentucky as one of the more free states, so I am kind of hoping my sentence gets extended.
Yes, I dropped out of sight for the better part of a decade. Between the school shootings of Columbus, OH and my challenges with sensory overload, returning to country side seemed like the best option for my family and self. Odd that folk who call themselves pagan (meaning country dweller) would find it this so hard to believe that they would fabricate tales of my incarceration.
Yes, I am incarcerated in Mother Nature’s glory.