the earth is not flat opinion can’t make it so life, death, and taxes
the sun rises and the sun sets the moon’s face cycles new to full we’re all bound by gravity’s pull the truth is absolute and yet
it’s easy to forget and let emotions cloud our fickle minds you know it happens all the time we pick and choose what to believe it makes us easy to deceive like silly sheep we follow blind
she smiles when she thinks of simpler times before life became complicated, before the world split into two when blood was thick and skin was deep and love bore all things and believed all things... smiles, though remembering breaks her heart
restaurants and movie theaters consider me a senior, rewarding my longevity with fifty cents or so, might as well be two cents, though I don’t need yours or anyone’s opinion these days when everyone has one, clinging to it like truth. opinion is not truth, that’s my two cents. take it or leave it. but I digress, back to my status, senior, elderly, of a certain age, labels that feel odd considering the forever greenness of my mind, of my perception, clouded by smoke and mirrors that taunt me, body softening, surrendering to gravity, hair thinning, my gait pensive, cautious, slowing, my eyes amplified by thickening glass, I remember when I considered sixty-four, ancient, one foot in the grave, out of touch, out of time, silly me when I was young, invincible, carefree, I don’t feel invincible these days, but I don’t fear the inevitable either, just calm, a certain peace, and grace, oodles of grace that surrounds me like a lazy river weaving round and round with me floating on top of the waves, gazing at the tree tops, backlit by blue, that sway overhead, though I’m soon to be plucked from the current, I’m ready whenever, but for now I’m breathing, the air is sweet and my heart is full, so very full
~kat~
Monday Musings on this chilly Autumn day, just days from the U.S. celebration of Thanksgiving, which will be a bit different for many of us this year. Peace all.
we shouldn’t be at all surprised when vile wolves disguised as sheep prowl the darkness while we sleep crooning dissonant lullabies that fill our foolish ears with lies we shouldn’t be surprised at all when silly sheep refuse to call these wolves the monsters that they are, to send them packing…au revoir! it won’t be long until they fall
dread of the future is fading away in waves dare to hope again
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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