For Mothers and Others Part Two…

Another Mother’s Day…another year. Another time to embrace the memories that molded me into who I am today and who I hope to be…

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It’s Monday and the day after THAT day. There is a subliminal reason I am certain, that I surround myself in her favorite flowers.  She who is not named on Mother’s day. I immerse myself rather into my own role of Mother and Grandmother. But she is always there, in the air, in the walls, in the mirror, even flaunting her presence in the boisterous blooms of roses surrounding my front porch. It is only the day after, separated by hours and choke-held tears that I can call myself “Daughter” and consider the woman who birthed me.

I was the “good daughter” or at least I tried to be for years until I could be “good” no more. I truly believe she tried in her own way to mother me. But mental illness and addiction had stronger sway in her troubled life. There were interludes of insanity that peppered my formative years. And stories of…

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What is the Truth?


Truth cannot be
found in endless
Google searches, it
is not the
prize of intellectual
exercises to be
weighed and
measured by
heady debates of
facts nor
is it an illusive
commodity that
can be bought and
sold on the
stage of public
opinion to the
highest bidder with
currency to sway.
Truth resides in
the deepest
chamber of every
living heart waiting
to be
discovered, waiting
to be acknowledged for
it is and always has
been and you
know it.

You already know.

The Question then
is, Do you have the
Courage to
live it?

~kat – 7 May 2016


Pets – A Photo Montage for Cees Photo Challenge

I have never entered one of Cee’s Fun Photo Challenges before, but the topic this week caught my attention. I live in a ZOO! Well not literally, but I do live with a menagerie of fury, feathered, scaly critters. So I couldn’t pass this one up. I present to you my “babies”. 🙂

Henry

This is Henry…our first English Mastiff. We lost him 2-1/2 years ago and I still miss him everyday.

merlin

This is Merlin. Born on Labor day…days before 9/11.

Sebastian

And Merlin’s Litter Mate, Sebastian.

Casey

Casey…a refugee that we found on the side of the road in 2005 at about 4 weeks of age.

MrBean

This is Mr. Bean, a Sun Conure and our “watch” bird. Nobody steps on our front porch without Mr. Bean letting everyone know about it!

Maxwell

This is Maxwell, who is THREE YEARS OLD TODAY! 🙂 We adopted him the summer before Henry left us. After months of trying to console him, we decided he needed a buddy…

Winston

…so we rescued this handsome fellow, Winston, who will also be 3 in July. He had been abused and abandoned at only 6 months. We work on rebuilding his broken trust every day.

Flash

Meet Flash. He’s a Russian Tortoise that we inherited after a family member could no longer care for him. As you can see, he is spoiled at our house!

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And finally, this is Lucy…I mean Ms. Lucy. She is the official queen of the house. We rescued her last fall after her family surrendered her to a high-kill shelter. She is blind and deaf, but that doesn’t stop her from getting around AND showing the big dogs who is boss! At 16, the Vet believes she still has 4-5 years to be spunky. We’ll take it!


Turpitude – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku


Happy Friday! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is Turpitude. It finds its roots in the Latin term turpis meaning “base, vile”, entering English in the late 1400’s. Today, it is often paired with the word, “moral”. (See below)Happy Friday! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is Turpitude. It finds its roots in the Latin term turpis meaning “base, vile”, entering English in the late 1400’s. Today, it is often paired with the word, “moral”. (See below)

From Wikipedia:

Moral turpitude is a legal concept in the United States and some other countries that refers to “conduct that is considered contrary to community standards of justice, honesty or good morals. This term appears in U.S. immigration lawbeginning in the 19th century.

The concept of “moral turpitude” might escape precise definition, but it has been described as an “act of baseness, vileness, or depravity in the private and social duties which a man owes to his fellowmen, or to society in general, contrary to the accepted and customary rule of right and duty between man and man.”

Perpetrators of turpitude can be found, of course, filling our prisons, but I can think of a few other places where they might hang out! Here is my haiku then. Have a great weekend! 

Some fill our prisons,
Those guilty of turpitude,
Some are elected!

kat ~ 6 May 2016



Pasithea

For Jane Dougherty’s poetry prompts this week, the charcoal drawing by Odilon Redon, entitled “Tears” and by the words: Tears, Horizon, Fly, Hue, Stealing. 

I also took a bit of inspiration from Greek mythology and the story of Hypnos, son of Nyx, who won the hand of the youngest of the Graces, as payment for favors rendered to the Goddess Hera… 

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Charcoal drawing by Odilon Redon, entitled ‘Tears

She was light to his darkness,
most tender of the Graces, stealing
his heart at first
glance, her soft hypnotic
hue, shimmering pearlescent against
the purple-black horizon, a ransom
paid for favors, shifting
the tide of his fly-by-night
existence, giving birth to
dreams, sweet dreams, quenching
his eternal longing for sunrises and
sets, collecting his bitter
tears of regret in
rivers of forgetfulness.

kat ~ 6 May 2016