Mental

Mental

The pyramids he built had magical powers, sharpening his used razor blades while happy-sad Jesus watched from a frame on the wall.

Then he dismantled the family car, replicating a Chilton’s Manual diagram on the driveway.

He often argued with a gun barrel. It had the last word eventually, silencing the voices.

~kat

A word about this week’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Story. The prompt was “pyramids”.

When most people think of “pyramids” they think of the ancient wonders in Egypt. When I hear the word “pyramid” it triggers memories of my dad and one of his many obsessions.

No one noticed the signs, or if they did they didn’t say, because we didn’t talk about mental illness back then. People suffered in silence, or self medicated with alcohol like my dad. He may very well have been a genius, but he was also bat-shit crazy. I loved him dearly; he terrified me. He was the “monster” of my childhood nightmares.

So I’m stepping up on my soapbox for a moment. Mental illness is not a weakness or embarrassment. We need to talk about it. For heaven’s sake, if you or someone you love is suffering, get help. There is help to be found. There is no one like you. Really. No one like you.

And if writing about this can help save just one person from my dad’s fate, it will have been worth pouring my heart out on this page….


Septenary – Friday’s Word of the Day Haibun

septenary

Today’s Word of the Day at dictionary.com is Septenary. If you are familiar with Latin roots you may deduce that this word is linked to the number 7, and you would be correct. In fact, septenary is an adjective that means all things seven: relating to the number seven or forming a group of seven; a period of seven years; the number 7. Here is Dictionary.com’s bit on its etymology:

In Latin, the adjective septēnārius “consisting of seven,” a derivative of septem “seven,” has limited use: numerus septēnārius means “the number seven.” Its “least uncommon” usage is versus septēnārius “seven-part verse, septenarius,” for a verse form in Latin comedy. In English septenary is of limited use as well: it has been applied to the seven sacraments of the Christian church, the seven days of the week, and, in music, the seven notes of the diatonic scale. Septenary entered English in the 16th century.

Apparently, we humans love this optimus prime number (no, I’m not talking about the Transformer). We love seven so much that we have applied it over the centuries in every manner possible, from mathematics to religion to modern culture. Even the universe has accommodated our obsession!

So, let’s get to it. This is by no means an exhaustive list. If I attempted that it would be exhausting. I’ll start with numerology…because, I’m thinking out loud here, I just might be a “7”, which is okay with me. We can’t all be 10’s… 😉

The number 7 is the seeker, the thinker, the searcher of Truth (notice the capital “T”). The 7 doesn’t take anything at face value — it is always trying to understand the underlying, hidden truths. The 7 knows that nothing is exactly as it seems and that reality is often hidden behind illusions.

Being the seeker that I am, here we go…there are:

  • seven colors in the rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet)
  • seven wonders of the ancient world (Great Pyramid of Giza, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Temple of Artemis, Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, Colossus of Rhodes, and the Lighthouse of Alexandria)
  • seven classical planets or luminaries (which means visible to the naked eye from earth: Moon, Mercury, Venus, the Sun, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn)
  • in Old Testament/Judaism: seven days to create the world, seven vengeances suffered by Cain for killing his brother, Seven pairs of clean animals – the number Noah was commanded to load into the ark (I have a question though…how did we get pigs over unicorns?), seven blessings (at weddings), seven year cycles around the Year of Jubilee, seven days to the feast of Passover, the Menorah – a seven-branched candelabrum, seven candles or orifices of the face (think about it…2 eyes, 2 nostrils, 2 ears, and the mouth), seven things that are detestable to the Lord according to Proverbs 6:16-19: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies, and a person who stirs up conflict in the community…hmmm, thinking out loud here…on second thought, let’s move on…
  • in New Testament Christianity: seven deadly sins, seven virtues, seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, seven sacraments, seven sorrows, seven joys, seven heavens, seven seals (from the book of Revelation, not the mammal kind, though wouldn’t that be an interesting twist?), seventy time seven (you know the drill)…there are more…
  • in Islam: seven heavens, seven hells, seven layers of the Earth, seven big sins or vices, seven doors to hell (heaven has eight), seven circumambulations (counterclockwise circling) as part of Tawaf rituals, seven Ayat (signs or “remarkable events”)
  • in Taoism: 7 Colors and the 7th Element is Qi
  • in Hinduism, the term Sanskrit literally means seven, and there are: seven octats in music (sa re ga ma pa dha ni), 7 chakras, Seven Promises [Saptapadi], Seven Rounds in Hindu Wedding and Seven Reincarnation, Seven Matrka (mothers or matriarchs)
  • in Bahá’i teaching: Seven Valleys – Search, Love, Knowledge, Unity, Contentment, Wonderment and Poverty and Absolute Nothingness
  • in Mythology: Seven Lucky Gods (Japanese), seven archangels (several cultures), and seven blunders, according to Ghandi, that cause violence
  • seven stars in the Big Dipper
  • seven cervical vertebrae in almost all mammals
  • in Physics: seven basic physical properties: metre, kilogram, second, ampere, kelvin, mole, candela
  • Seven continents, seven seas, a handful a seven hills scattered around the world, seven sages, wise masters, kings and or emperors (according to various cultures)
  • in modern Pop Culture: Seven Dwarfs, 007, 7- Eleven, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, the Seven Year Itch, Seven Faces of Dr. Lao, Seven Days in May, Seven Years in Tibet, The Magnificent Seven…indeed!
  • in Literature: 7 Ages of Man (Shakespeare), seven books in the Harry Potter series (Rowling): seven players in the game of Quidditch, seven horcruxes (objects containing parts of Voldemort’s soul), Seven Habits of Highly Effective People (Covey), Seven Pillars of Wisdom (Lawrence)…and there are more…too numerous to mention,
  • in Mathematics, Seven is associated with all sorts of interesting terminology: Seven is the first integer reciprocal (multiplicative inverse), seven frieze groups, seven fundamental types of catastrophes, vulgar fractions with 7 in the denominator, 7 is the lowest dimension of a known exotic sphere
  • seven metals of antiquity: gold, silver, copper, tin, lead, iron, and mercury

Seven this and seven that. We love the number seven and all things septenary. One might even say we are obsessed with seven. As for me, though I’ve always gravitated toward the number 3 or 5 when asked to name a favorite number, I’m adding 7 to the top of my list. As the most often cited favorite number according to polls, I am in good company.

And…if you’ve read this far, you’ve given me enough of your precious time on this first Friday of September. The seventh card in the Tarot deck is The Chariot…which indicates a need to move forward…so without further ado…here’s a quick Haiku! Have a great weekend!

consider seven
septenary perfection
so optimus prime

-kat


Safe – A Haiku

there is no safe place

no high ground, no border wall

to save us from us

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, safe.


Speckled Monsters


“Come along now Bertie,” ‘Lisbeth lilted, hoping to mask the inconsolable grief and horror that gripped her heart, “your princess chariot awaits!”

“Smallpox,” the doctor had whispered after examining the child earlier that day. “We must transport her to the island straight away.”

“Where are we going, mama?” Bertie asked as she lay in her mother’s embrace.

“To a beautiful castle my darling girl, where you can rest and get well.”

But Bertie, as her mother feared, would succumb days later, a prisoner of the castle, its moated barrier meant to contain speckled monsters like her behind its crenelated parapets.

~kat

A 100-word historic dramatization for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge. It is inspired by the above photo by Roger Bulltot.

When I researched the photo, I discovered that this place is the modern-day view of the ruined remains of the Smallpox Hospital in New York City. Located on the southernmost tip of Roosevelt Island, formerly known as Blackwell Island, and surrounded on all sides by the East River, it was designed by architect James Renwick, Jr.

Renwick is famous for designing other notable gothic structures, including St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City and the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC.

Stereoscopic photograph of the original Smallpox Hospital building

From 1856 until 1875, the small 100-bed facility served as the city’s small pox asylum treating about 7,000 patients a year. After some additions to the structure, it became a nurse’s school before being abandoned altogether in the 1950’s.

In 1972 it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and in 1980 it was added to the New York State Register of Historic Places. Read more about the Smallpox Hospital HERE.

“Speckled Monster” is a nickname coined in England and attributed to the formal name of the Smallpox virus, Variola, which is derived from the Latin word varius, meaning “spotted”.


Hearts of Stone

Hearts of Stone

I remember the crunching sound of my feet shuffling, scattering pebbles about, as I walked that morning. The sun was barely tree-top high in the sky, the leaves were sparkling, and there was a fragrant breeze; honeysuckle and wild garlic. For whatever reason, I don’t even recall it now, I was distraught. I felt totally alone, unloved and hopeless.

And then my toe smacked into a perfectly honed, heart-shaped stone. As I bent down to pick it up, the sun crested the tops of the trees and I felt its warmth on my back. It occurred to me in that moment, I was not alone and that someone, a Great Spirit, Faeries, the Universe, God (I’ll leave the naming to you), had left it there to stub my toe and stop me in my melancholy tracks. I felt loved. I felt hope. I kept that heart-stone on a window ledge so I could look at it and remember.

Eventually, I was called upon to do the unthinkable; to give my beloved heart-shaped stone away…to someone who loved it as dearly as me, maybe even more.

Now, please don’t be sad for me, dear reader, because on that very day I found three more heart-shaped stones, and another, and several more.

Everywhere I turn I find them now; big, small, shiny, rough, perfectly formed, some with tiny flaws. To some, they are just rocks, but to me, they are undeniably hearts, one and all.

I keep them in my pockets these days, to remember…and just in case I have an opportunity to give one away to someone who needs to know they are not alone, that they are loved, and that there is hope.

If you should ever happen to find a heart-shaped stone of your very own, I hope you’ll remember too.

life to death to life
skeletal fragments turned cold
chiseled stones remembering
love requires letting go
a heart surrenders, knowing

~kat

A haibun/tanka For Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt words, stone and turn.