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  • Hope On My Street: Collaboration with PrayerPower4Today

    April 2nd, 2020

    If ever there was such such a thing as Virtual Prayers -Hugs. This is the place to be! https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/ These ladies have become my prayer friends across the internet: There’s Sue giving out her wisdom, Auntie Ruth, delivering virtual booster shots of goodness, might I add, every now and then “a virtual punch in the arm.” Knocking out those bad vibes.

    Then there’s Lori, she’s my writing sister, even though we’ve never physically met. I’ve been touched by her soul. Felt the warmth of her being, seen goodness flow from page to page. I’ve been brought back to life with her words. ( go on over – you won’t be disappointed ) Tell them, the kindness sister sent ya! https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/

    Thanks Aunt Ruth for the 411 connect on this one. Lori and I share a love for poetry.

    I think it’s only fitting for National Poetry Month.

    Photo by Lynnelle Richardson on Pexels.com

    Hope inside the soul has way of living in perilous times. Just when I think I’ve hit my lowest point. Or the bottom breaks from underneath me. There is hope stirring. Even on my street. Where the Bodega has closed, the young boy survived the latest shooting, at the church on 21 street. Recently he came to give his life back to God.

    We taste hope just as the first lizard of the morning sticks out her tongue 
    You’d not notice.
    It takes, as they say, an eye.

    to catch the beauty of the blue-winged dragonfly
    Still, spring cannot be contained;
    it bursts into bud: daffodils nodding,
    blonde and careless, trees shaking down

    three-doors down, in a small caddis, vagrant-vacant lot dripping with hunger 
    petals, unseasonal flurries. New grass
    pokes shyly from the lawn, and smells,
    cut, just as it did last summer.
     
    Hope has no fairy tales with rewarding endings 
    We are not the same, shaken
    as only the most microscopic
    menaces can make us. Yet.
    Hopes lives in the lives of shattered things 
    Nothing can impede the rush to Easter. 
    The stone rolls away, light as an egg.
    destined for rapture, of better things
    What lies inside is awaiting us.

    poetry by Lori Strawn, (Lori’s words are Italic, mine are bold)

    your Kindness sister Krissy, https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/

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  • A Riot of Missed Spellings : Aka Lifer’s Write Poetry NaPoWriMo

    April 1st, 2020

    Photo by Yonghyun Lee on Unsplash

    Hi everybody I’m kicking off NaPoWriMo with a funny Poem. If you’d like to join the fun 30 days of poetry here’s the link http://www.napowrimo.net/

    My life – a knickknack worthless- series of bad spellings,

    a bunch of misfires, hootings and shootings

    blank on the page

    Good morning you fool- you fool!

    Failing even on Grammarly.

    Double down my character, personified

    Looney & Tooney

    Porky the pig/ Elmyra’s got the gig

    try out for the the circus you- silly- writer-you

    “I just wanted to love’m”

    and squeeze my life

    into miniature size abundance,

    play the dozens on more time

    but- but

    “that’s ALL Folks”

    kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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  • One Sentence: Kindness Diary…

    March 31st, 2020

    Dear Kindness, I had the best day, emailing friends…

    kindness sister Krissy

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  • To Every Dark Cloud, Speak Life:

    March 30th, 2020

    Dear Kindness, I’ve always lived facing something if it wasn’t, one thing it was ten other things. A great man once said “you must be able to weep and still be counted as warriors.”

    That’s how I’ve been feeling as of late. I feel like sobbing the night away. I feel uncertainty like muddy clouds – my tiny raindrops, are for the angels to carry.

    Sometimes when things get to heavy the human body has ways of discarding what it no longer needs. In the words of the good book. I’m paraphrasing, “weeping may endure for one night, but joy must come” joy will come, and we shall have joy after while”

    Somehow, after that,

    I rise up, with a little more grit,

    I rise with a little more strength,

    I rise with a little more getting up,

    that everything is going to work out,

    just fine.

    kindness sister Krissy

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  • Dear Kindness Diary

    March 29th, 2020

    Dear kindness, I keep showing up here, while the world is always overly busy. I’m finally learning,- learning to slow down, catch a glimpse of the breeze I’ve been chasing. Air so crisp and light. I exhale my many roles, of many hats, bag-lady-queen,

    sip kindly my blueberry tea-percolating.

    Inwardly the steps I’ve been making,

    air-tight cultivating, reservoirs of faith

    in times like these, our gatherings were not in vain

    our leaps of faith

    our worship

    our prayers

    our fears to shake

    drawing closer and closer to the day

    to pull from our reserve,

    hold out the light for others still coming

    cast off the shadows

    and wait for day-break

    and wait for day-break

    your kindness sister Krissy

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  • Dear Kindness Diary,

    March 28th, 2020

    Dear Kindness, it was not so long ago, I was sitting in choir practice. Okay 29 years ago but not so long ago. I was singing my lungs out to “When you believe by Mariah Carey and great-late, Whitney Houston.”

    Seems like yesterday… that’s when the memories, all flooded back.

    After practice my teacher Mrs. Ford said Krissy I’m driving you home. I didn’t think anything of it because some teachers have been known to go above and beyond the call of duty.

    There I was hopping out the car saying thank you to Mrs Ford. When she said not so fast is that you mom’s car in the drive way? I’ll think I’ll have a little talk with mom. “Okay” I said quickly. By then Mom was opening the door in her security guard uniform.

    Mrs. Ross, will you allow me to give this to you? Before Mama could answer she put a wad of bills into my mother’s hand, “that’s to get your car fixed.” My brother, sister and I began hugging my choir teacher. Saying thank you but that wasn’t the end. She’d taken us all out to eat at the best shop in town.

    Back then they called those sandwiches poor’boys’ long fluffy bread rolls up into whatever topping you wanted . The smell of mesquite wood, fire, and honey baked cinnamon sticks for dessert.

    Mrs. Ford’s deeds were kind, in so much I’ve never forgotten this act of kindness. I’m doing my part to pay it forward.

    They are tiny miracles, wherever you are thank you Mrs. Ford.

    to be continued more kind stories to come

    kindness sister Krissy.

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  • Dear Kindness Diary: Believe

    March 27th, 2020

    I came here because the the world is always changing. Sometimes I am too.

    Yet and still…

    I believe human kindness is a way of putting our arms around the world with compassion in raw un-edited truth that changes the way we write poetry. Kindness, I believe is a moral lifestyle. I’m just trying to do my part in making the world a better place.

    I believe kindness-poetry can be felt- chirping off the page. Even now, there’s this gentle nudge that lets’ me know, I’m not alone. That’s kindness.

    I believe in kind words that can grab you from the edge of defeat, place you in the center of everything and watch your spirit rise. In the words of Alice Walker, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”

    That’s kindness too.

    I believe kind-poetry in this kind-way lift voices out of ghost towns, and ghettos, and prisons- and makes our human experience- transform as to what it has been into visions of hope, and growth and strengthen our mere existence from invisible, margins of living and dying but we all could use kindness as a way of loving ourselves and each other. We could all use human kindness to rebuild extraordinary lives from what has been,

    to what human kindness, still must be.

    your kindness sister Krissy

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  • Once Upon A Time,There Was Only One Sentence…

    March 26th, 2020

    The world is in a bubble, maybe its always been.

    ~your Kindness Sister

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  • Kindness Diary Coming Soon…

    March 25th, 2020

    I think as writers we are more prepared to stay put and write. I believe it was always in my nature to have projects, I could give my heart to. Here are a few things in the making … (photo of my Kombucha)

    • My First Batch Of Herbal Mint & Strawberry Kombucha 10 days and counting…
    • Starting my first indoor garden -my poor plant- babies, I’ve killed plenty/ No green thumb here but I’m not giving up
    • Painting the kids room with slate paint- mostly the kids are enjoying painting
    • Lights off Story Hour – Listening to the kids read or watching their imaginary minds go wild and crazy
    • Spring Cleaning including the old Attic
    • Picture Time – Going through old photos with the family
    • Mini Concert time – Pulling out the Karakoe machine-which was 2019/Christmas gift I’d hidden but now it truly serves a purpose
    • Learning Pottery – my kids love clay, dirt all the above
    • Building A Rocket Stove in the backyard
    • Exercise with the Kids
    • Me time (reading in the bathroom)

    feel free to share how you are coping with our current conditions

    your kindness sister

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  • Preparing Ourselves For Better… Moral Compass Reset…

    March 24th, 2020

    The world will wait, the world will be there when we get back,

    breaking from the political pursuit of right and wrong, un-eventful attacks,

    silly tit-for tat- who side are you on-

    is it this or is it that?

    Now we redefine our moral compass -what makes the human great? what makes our punny-life, surpass…

    A riot of love anticipates- once our arms were full,

    things that seemed so small

    now it hold these memories,

    breaking of friends – sharing a piece of savory bread

    spilling the tea but

    hesitating to say the words that we should have said, laying on of hands, touching one with tip of the hand, we’ve taken for granted

    love- on love- Loves upping the antic

    “Love is patient -Love is kind”

    Love can mold new jewels of precious minds

    the one that collects our trash is our hero – he keeps our city streets

    the one that teaches the child – he/she is our hero- sharpening the minds -imaginary discoveries

    the ones that carry sick, working around the clock – the keepers of life and the dying

    the mothers, the students,

    the fathers and friends

    our distant cousins

    our neighbors

    our distant friends

    only love

    can make the world go round- turning the world upside right

    “love is patient -love is kind”

    kindness sister Krissy

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