I want to believe that my life matters in this anonymous, faceless world where we have grown suspicious of touch where kindness and empathy are a four-letter Word I need a hug and a good, long, ugly cry to cleanse myself of the sadness that overwhelms me in what we have become if there is a god… may I learn to be one who never wonders if there will be enough who rises at dawn with a song on her lips may I learn to be a sparrow
I am a universe a constellation of scars black holes of abuse cratered by the meteoric blows of broken men rendered powerless who felt eclipsed in my presence my heart broken and mended time and again I am a miracle of nature a patchwork of sorrow a brilliant supernova of ecstasy my body is a life-supporting orb its outer space a Milky Way of stretch marks that trace paths across the soft landscape of my core where life bloomed again and again erupting into new universes as well as a shooting star that left a trail of tears falling under the weight of gravity before disappearing into the night I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce, and the moon, a reflection of all that is true, with the power to shift tides that erode stone set in place for centuries, reclaiming their course shards into the deep, leaving a soft, cool surface for children to sink their feet I am a mystery, I am an open book my eyes, pools of compassion, my voice dripping pearls of wisdom, I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night some will say, oh, she is just an old woman but lean in a little closer my dears and you will see…I am a universe
~kat
It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.
And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.
Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
I would, if I could, eat soup everyday especially now when uncertainty has my stomach twisted, tied in knots it’s comfort food, yes soup will do, it’s my go to, when I am blue, a simple broth, potatoes, beans, rice or noodles, something green, spinach, kale seasoned well, hot steaming, slurpilicious, can you tell, that soup will do when I’m distressed, better than my first instinct, clearly under great duress, to grab for something salty, sweet, too much of a good thing until I’m stuffed, uncomfortable, just ill I should have had some soup instead but worry makes me lose my head and so I cook a lot these days, soup, of course, for times like these
they surround me ghosts of those who linger here, though eternity called their name long ago their voices soft on the breeze so we may remember how to heal
~kat
Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉
look to tomorrow for new possibilities when today feels lost
~kat
Today was one of those days that did not go as planned. We never saw the plot twist coming. As disappointing as it was and still is, as we try to make sense of things while adjusting our future plans, I’m reminded that expectations rarely guarantee success or satisfaction. In fact, hanging one’s hope on expectations is a vicarious way to move through life. It’s a recipe for disappointment. There are no guarantees in this life, and generally, there is no straight path from “A” to “B”.
But occasionally there are glimmers of
hope to be found on the detours. Sometimes we may find ourselves in a better place without exerting him. It it wise to practice flexibility and open to the possibilities that plot twists can bring.
Go gently my friends and remember, tomorrow is another day!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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