When the souls of the world press towards a sacred peace
the sun to smile in moments
the earth to bow her spirit’s seed
a cry for help so genuinely~Kindness sis. Krissy
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In the shortest moment of reflection, I’ve realized the more I’ve attempted in making something of myself, the more miserable- I am in the making. ( I’m in no ways giving up, I’m just saying)
Comparing myself to others, degreed or scrutiny. Employable or lazy. Pursuit or retreat. Mediocracy or exceptional. You get the point. Comparing myself to a non-forgiving stigma of what success looks like or rather burdened with.
As it turns out, my life’s needs could use simplicity, not more judgmental compromise.
So in this same moment, I’m setting sail to rejuvenate the soul, small steps in simplicity. Stretching out, for longer walks in December. Watching the sunlight, melt frozen icicles on the rooftops. Smell more scented candles: lavender, citrus, vanilla, rosemary, and mint.
Love is a regurgitating thing, loving even the wounded and their wounds~ kindness sis. Krissy
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I’m not trying to go crazy,
running from crazy only wind up losing my mind.~kindness sis. Krissy
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The funny thing about today, I purposely hug a tree. Okay, I hug a tree. Shh, I quietly asked permission. At first, I was nervous to hug a tree. One that’s been in my front yard since I could remember and never had I nerved the courage before today.I felt a sense of cold, calm, collected stillness, as I wrap my little arms around its bark. There in the middle of hugging,I thought by far this is the stupidest thing I’ve committed myself to.However, all stupidity aside.A centered connection to the earth, even while the temperatures plummeted, this tree held a warmth of peace for me. And shared with me, the miracles of being- that alive- thing,unabated, unhinged and yet its roots are deeper and stronger and its very core a life-giver to all of us. ~P.S I guess I’m one of those now shh, ~Kindness sis. Krissy -
Many waters, drip down
into the bones
those lone dark roads
contentions breaking strange-friends
I say hello/ you say welcome
a paradox of good and evil
choosing roads less traveled/
wasn’t as hard as it seems/ God, can you hear me?
not knowing has played her part
harder still/ knowing,
in between the moments there sleeps
a tender silence, awakened by the floods
mimicking footsteps
echoing for the path
to become…~kindness sis. Krissy -
1) The stories of my life are here to teach me
2) Am I listening to the stories long enough for precise improvement
3) As I sit down to write the novel, every single stroke has an impact
4) create a writer’s fail safety plan
5) Where have I buried the most valuable stories
6) Constructing writing routines around parenting
7) read. read.read
8) Take time and smile
9) laugh and be
10) just simply be“You are never stronger…than when you land on the other side of despair.” Zadie Smith
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I have a feeling everything has changed
light roaring at the darkness
darkness roaring backsleepy skies, eyes coming apart
blue/purple/ ecstatic/ roseAll of us – Lions prowling
pyramids-of-peopleicy-cold-mud/ pearly-glinting-snow
blue haze surrounding
sugar plants, schoolyards, and school zones,lions on watch
shake a mane
pat a browrows-of-nonverbals
squeezed in a few moreslouched, in a fold-up chair
four rows, second column to the left
sticky gum, still-chewableanswer lion, roar silently
hairballs, cough
squeeze back a roarcat it out now
lumps in the throatif this is my life
not a hairless feline
nor a ghostly-shadow
nor somebody else’s paws
pretending/ and I’m not
A roar, is a roar, is a roar,
a spirited onespears and sparrows
gardens, and thorns
bridges, and thicketsI hear the voices
of a thousand
women trapped
all in onecourage up,
brave it out, girls~kindness sis. Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 