Category Archives: Spirituality

Just Remember to Breathe

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Sandra Crook

It’s here to remind us of the day that time stopped. To remind us to breathe.  As I recall, the sun grew dark and the earth shuddered and heaved stopping on its axis for 60 seconds.

In the silence everyone breathed in deeply…so deeply that the ground sunk from the weight of the air filling our lungs. As we exhaled, gravity gave way and we floated. And then the earth jolted, the clouds starting drifting again and the sun sparkled golden once more. Though nothing seemed changed we all knew the truth. In that moment we realized we are one.

~kat – 17 February 2016
(100 Words)

A flash of fiction for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer Challenge based on the photo prompt above by Sandra Crook. Read more stories or enter your own HERE.


Tree Nymph

 

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Photo Credit: Kat Myrman 2016

I am obsessed with this tree! This is an image from a different vantage point. It actually looks like there are two branch antlers on her head. She just may be a tree nymph, which explains my obsession. I pass by her every day on my drive home and I can’t look away!

From the Theoi Greek Mythology Website:

THE NYMPHAI (or Nymphs) were female spirits of the natural world, minor goddesses of the forests, rivers, springs, meadows, mountains and seas. They were responsible for the crafting of nature’s wild beauty, from the arrangement and growth of the plants, flowers and trees, to the nurture of wild birds and animals, and the formation of rocky caverns, springs, wetlands and brooks.

Nymphs were also companions of the gods. Dionysos had his wild-eyed Mainades and Bakkhai, Artemis was accompanied by a band of huntress nymphs, Hekate by the dark Lampades nymphs of the underworld. Poseidon‘s court was attended by Nereides and sea nymphs, and the Olympian court by nymph handmaidens.

Other nymphs were nurses of the gods, including the Idaian nymphs that nursed the god Zeus, and the Nysian nymphs who cared for Dionysos.

Tree Nymph

Oaken Nymph
fair blushing Dryad
clinging there
evergreen
dance with us on frostbit earth
sing to us of spring!

kat ~ 13 February 2016


Gem & Flame – A Haiku

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Digital Art by Kat Myrman 2016

Saints and sinners twain,
live and die by passion’s flame,
here or hereafter.

~kat – 8 February 2016

(Saints and sinners twain, live and die by passion’s flame. / Live and die by passion’s flame, here or hereafter.)

This haiku was inspired by Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge prompt words “Gem” (or “Saint” from the Thesaurus) and “Flame”.  If you would like read other haiku or enter your own, click HERE.


Biddy Bride

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Photo by Kat Myrman 2015

We welcome thee, fair Biddy Bride
to bless our homes and fields of gold
on sunwise walks around each well
near clootie-adorned trees of old.

As Gaia sleeps in frost kissed slumber
a fire in her belly sings
soon verdant buds of life will burst
announcing the first fruits of Spring.

The darkest nights are fading now
as dawn’s first blush illumes the sky
and birdsong bids us rise and shine
to welcome thee, our Biddy Bride!

kat ~ 1 February 2016 (Imbolc/Saint Brigid’s Day)


Late

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Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2011

I was late! It wasn’t entirely my fault. First there was the phone call from Mom. She goes on and on…And then, there was the puppy. He had to pee. And poop, and you know how long that can take. Mortimer likes to peruse the yard…circle here and there….”c’mon Mortie! I gotta go!”

Once I finally got on the road, I hit every red light. “What next?!”

“Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me! Maybe I’m not meant to get to that interview!” There crossing the road was a momma duck and her brood of ducklings!

I was only five minutes away and I could see flashing lights in the distance. Clearly there had been a serious accident. The traffic was backed up for over a mile.

Suddenly it occurred to me, if I had been on time I might have been right in the middle of that pile-up. At that moment, I counted my blessings…my long-winded chattering Mom, Mortimer, those cute ducklings and even every annoying red light. And I said a prayer for those travelers who were not so fortunate. Sometimes being late isn’t the worst thing that can happen.

kat ~ 31 January 2016
(199 Words)

A story inspired by the photo above by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own story, click HERE.