Monthly Archives: November 2015

November 22, 2015

The Secret

Photo Credit : A Mixed Bag 2013

Anitra gazed at the grand hotel. In just minutes she would meet Gertrude. It had been a long journey since the night she found the letter in her grandfather’s attic. Years of research to find the woman who had apparently meant so much to Pops when he was overseas during the war.

“Anitra, Anitra my dear. I would know you anywhere…welcome. We should get some tea and talk.”

Strange, how would she “know” me, Anitra wondered. “Hello Mrs. Jacobs. I’m surprised you recognized me…”

“Call me Gert my dear. Your mother…how is she?”

“You know my mom? How’d…”

“Oh…you don’t know?! I’m your grandmother, Anitra…your grandfather brought your mum back to the US after the war. He was married of course, so I stayed here. I wanted Julia, your mum, to have the best possible life.”

The color drained from Anitra’s face. What other secrets had her family hidden. Did her mom know? Grammy must’ve known. All those years raising another woman’s child, never having a child of her own.

“Oh my…dear Anitra, I’m so sorry. I’ve upset you. Let’s get you settled. You rest. Your Aunt Hannah and Uncle Jerome will meet you soon enough.”

kat ~ 22 November 2015
(200 Words)

A story for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge. To read more stories click HERE.

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November 22, 2015

Never Forgiven but Forgotten

By Kat Myrman

A Two Sentence Horror Story for World of Horrors Challenge. For more info click HERE.

After Susan said she forgave him for the affair, Tom took a lusty swig of wine. Raising her glass to him from across the table, her sinister smile was the last thing he saw as he contorted in agony, collapsing to the floor.

kat ~ 22 November 2015

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November 22, 2015

Flights of Fancy

By Kat Myrman

Most of the time I operate from the right side of my brain. I’ve confirmed this through exhaustive testing via social media personality quizzes, so I know it’s true. By the way, don’t you just love those? I now know my aura colors, who I was in a previous life, what my power animal is, and of course, that I am right-brained!

This can be problematic when reason and logic are called for, but in general I manage just fine. Those who know and love me have learned to accept my flights of fancy without so much as a blink. It’s not that I’m incapable of a logical thought. It just takes a bit more concentration for me to get there.

Being an artistic type, I see things. Some might quip that I see things that aren’t there. But they are…there, of course. I like to think of them as muses that nurture the art I create. The best art tells a story or holds a universal truth or simply touches the heart, forever changing us.

Take my walk with the dog this morning. To some, the plastic drop cloth twisted in the pine tree in my neighbor’s yard amounts to nothing more than litter. A nuisance, suspended just high enough that a ladder is required to reach it. And so it flaps there in the wind day in and day out. But this morning? This morning it caught my eye.

photo by kat 2015

At first glance it looked like an eye looking back at me. But then, as I stepped back to catch a different angle I saw my morning’s lesson. It’s a common theme. The battle of good and evil that jousts in my head.

If you can’t see it, allow me to enlighten you. On the right we have good…angelic, winged, opaque. The opaque part surprised me. I always assumed that truth is transparent. In actuality, truth is absolute.

photo by kat 2015

On the left we have the darker side of one’s nature. A sharp-edged shadowy figure with a hollow belly. (I’ll let you simmer on that one for a minute.)

In the blink of my eye, a pine tree with trash stuck in its limbs has become a reminder to me that there are two sides to my nature. A light and dark side. And that they face off regularly. Especially when I neglect necessary house cleaning because it might be a little bit hard, or require assistance…like a ladder…or a bridge (I just added this last part…an expanded reflection that I am taking away from this encounter.)

Oh…I see your raised eyebrow. A bit of a stretch? Too bizarre an imagination, you say?

It’s okay if you don’t see what I see. If all you see is garbage hanging from a tree. I need your perspective too. I guess that’s why they say “two heads are better than one.”

Have a great Sunday!

~kat / 22 November 2015

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November 22, 2015

Sunday’s Week in Review – 22 November 2015

By Kat Myrman

Fear is exhausting. But in the midst of all the fear, ugliness and chaos of this past week, I learned that some things are even more important than being right or winning. Those things are community, inclusivity, compassion, empathy and love.

It doesn’t matter who we are, or where we came from, we’re in this life together. We are all made from the same cloth. Life is messy and weird and magnificent and fragile. But it is life…all our lives. A precious gift.

This week encouraged me to try to be better. When we all try to be better, miracles can and do happen.

As we head into this coming week of thanksgiving here in my country, I am grateful most of all to be on this journey with so many beautiful souls. With you.

May you have a lovely week surrounded by those you hold most dear.

This is a snapshot of the week that was…

She sighed, sweet release.
brackish atonement.
preservation from decay
come winter we’ll sleep.
She marched right past that lion never letting on how terrified she was.
His kind are all show!
Perhaps we need to have a revival.
Born of tragedy, it would be the legacy now…
leaving no stained rock unturned
Penurious souls
All twittering and conversing stopped as a hush filled the space.
peace to everyone on this night of miracles!
Directions? He preferred taking scenic detours.
It was weird and beautiful and crazy and magnificent…the night Roanoke got real.

~ kat ~ 22 November 2015

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me clean the slate…reflect and ready myself for the new week.

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November 21, 2015

A Miracle in the Star City

By Kat Myrman

The #realRoanoke gathered last night, close to 300 strong, on a Friday night when the Valley was bustling with Concerts, Black-Tie events and various HS Football Games. Beautiful souls, young and old, representing the incredible diversity of our community, chose to tell the world that we are a welcoming, inclusive town…even to refugees…even in the face of terrorism, the real Roanoke welcomes all who might seek haven here in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It felt like a miracle to me. Smiling faces…welcoming faces…the love in the room was a tangible sign of hope!

Photo Credit: Freeda Cathcart

We met inside the UU church, standing room only filling the main hall, adjoining spill over room and lobby. But I had no sense that a religious affiliation was requisite. What drew us to this place was our common humanity.

Panoramic View by Jason Garrett

We started off with a rousing tournament of Rock-Paper-Scussors! Rising to the top was a fellow named Gary, followed, in second place, by a delightful 10 year old girl. When asked what she thought about her victory she smiled and said, “It’s kinda’ weird.” It was weird and beautiful and crazy and magnificent…the night Roanoke got real.

We heard refugee testimonials. And took away a few tools as we go forward in this scary, brave new world. Yes people are scared. Fear causes one to act out in all sorts of irrational ways. Before we left, our organizer, Delegate Sam Rasoul gave us a lesson in the art of dialog that I will close with. As he said, it’s as easy as A-B-C. With family gatherings coming up, I hope you find this useful!

A…ACKNOWLEDGE…When brooching a controversial topic with someone, listen to their side. Then acknowledge…”I get what you’re saying…”

B…BRIDGE…I know what you’re thinking…B is for a big fat “BUT”…but you should NEVER follow an acknowledgment with a but. No ifs ands or buts about it. You’ve listened to their side and acknowledged it. It’s time to share yours. The bridge phrase our wise Delagate suggested to avoid shutting down the conversation with a “but” was to simply say, “here’s the thing…” There’s a “thing”? Most people, he said, will be curious enough to let you tell them what the “thing” is.

And C…CONVINCE. This is where facts come in handy with references and a dose of personal sentiment so that you can show that you care. Use the phrase…”that is why…”

The following is an example of the A-B-C’s of discussing hot topics.

On the topic of refugees…

“I get what you’re saying and understand why you are scared to let strangers come here…here’s the thing…the conservative think tank, the Cato institute recently revealed the findings of a study that says “of the 859,629 refugees admitted from 2001 onwards, only three have been convicted of planning terrorist attacks on targets outside of the United States, and none was successfully carried out.” That is why I believe welcoming refugees is the right thing to do and doesn’t pose the threat that some would have us believe.”

Then let it simmer. Congratulations! You’ve just had a two way conversation that seemed impossible just a few short steps ago.

I wish you and yours a happy season of thanksgiving, family gatherings and productive dialog as we join together to realize our collective hopes and dreams for peace.

Peace & Love,

kat ~ 21 November 2015

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