Somewhere while the world is sleeping,
I lay awake,
watching angels build ladders in the sky.
her cheeks are full.
“Blue Moon” its been awhile – ten thousand miles,
Since I laid my head down in the river.
Merciful waters -brought slaves their freedom,
sound baths- effervescent fluids brought us into the world
Merciless ships passing
waves and waves of human- people
Head down to the water- wave my troubles away
kindness sis krissy 🙂
If I’ve learned one thing: from the lessons of regret, that it is more about the journey itself,
the rocks of humility, the stone and stumble, they are there not to cause the crash -the burning I’ve felt.
It was there, I found purpose on the path. It was there I’ve learned how deep the pits falling…
Somewhere along the way, I found my truest self.
The girl who has shaved her hair bald and grown it again. The girl that had scales for skin and watched those same scales turn to skin.
The girl who has the biggest mission: that is to be kind,
be kind to others
be kind to self
be kind to the pain
be kind to my own failures
be kind when things change and when they don’t
kindness is all that matters in healing the soul
kindness sis. krissy
Sometimes talking too much can be the same as saying nothing at all
Standing there listening to everything and nothing
even in the smallest breeze – the taste of such familiar- feels like sitting on my back porch on a Wednesday morning, the morning hush untouched
the sky has broken many clouds into pieces, including me- gathering in a gentle sun
sings the songs of home. songs forgotten, broken but still burning in the morning
feels like, we’ve been here before, touched by angels, touched by strangers unware
feels like, my body, being put back together with tape and measure, including the wide-open sea
feels like, God rises to the put world back in place once more
and the journey never ceases
kindness sis. krissy
It doesn’t take robots to figure out how to be kind, it takes humans for that. kindness sis.krissy
Sometimes our stories are harder, then others. Some stories carry greater textures. Some are encased with freedom like tiny homes worth putting in the plumbing and laying down the pipe. Some are steady -rising and falling.
Some are of “deep pits yelling for help.” As the elder-mothers ‘ back home in Texas would put it. “Some through the water, some through great-trials, some through the flood,”
but all the stories I know seep out through the blood.
As a child, I remember gospel music constantly playing in my house. I believe my mother played the gospel music to deliberately drown out the sorrows of poverty, segregation, and the sheer weight what it meant to live through all of it. Be alive to see it.
In the words of the late-great Mahalia Jackson: “It would be always Howdy -Howdy and never goodbye”- “I’ll be watching somewhere around the altar” -“drink that old healing water” and live on forever” “My soul looks back and wonder, how I made it over”
and only now can I appreciate- The Hammond B organ, all the sermonic selections – I’d slept through. And though most of those I knew back home in Texas are now gone. Their sound still keeps me up at night. Just knowing – the elder mothers’ are somewhere around the altar praying and watching.
kindness sis. Krissy ✨😊
Literally for the first time in a long time. I had no desire to pray. Has that ever happened to you? So many thoughts floated in and out my head. I pressed my lips to say, Dear God, but -there was nothing. Rather it was something more of irritated, dry resistance that came over me. And then I sat there.
Listening…
I’ve been lost before, strangely my soul has cried. Dear God grant unto me a prayer when I can’t find one. When everything around me says, The heavens are iron brass and dust beneath my feet.
No less than saying that, I heard the winds howling. Smell the dust spinning in the air. I think when it rains. God sips ice-tea through a long copper straw. The sky clicks her heels together. God whistles- the sun slips back into her layer, watching tiny clouds prancing through the marvelous mixture. “Their eyes are watching God” And God is listening, Ambitiously, anticipating the light in the darkness.
must be rain.
kindness sis Krissy
Is there such a thing as running out of faith? “Tried and true, but even -then there is work to do” I’ve heard that from somewhere, I don’t remember where.
There are times when nothing seems to work – falling apart at the seams
such is the stuff of life. All that living. All that trying to be good can give.
and yet I’m still trying, still running, still believing
rubbing the edges of defeat –
faith and fears going toe to toe
it remains to be seen – what can be achieved
down to the seconds, – I’m not giving up
Not giving up
even when there’s a failure – there’s no stopping
kindness sis Krissy
Anytime I make a mistake or drop the ball on the way to success I confront my inner self…
I wish I could say, that on the inside was – all unicorns and fairies, and “birds singing in the dead of night”
Honestly: improving what goes on in my mind has been one hammered- rollercoaster.
when I was younger I’d always asked my sister was there something in my nose or on my face. She was a personal mirror due to the negative outpouring of voices around me.
As I got older, appearance became something that was exhausting. Do I look neat, smell clean, skin glowing? I hope I don’t look dull today. How’s my hair? Am I smiling too much?
I know I’m short- better stand tall. Walk with grace
Confidence come through,
bravery come through,
Aggh! Enough Already! Just shut up.
Push the world out the door or throw it out the window
I just gotta be here and be okay with that
kindness sis krissy
My mirco – meditation -mantra
After a long week, and in serious need of rest and relaxation.
In sound and without all the noise I repeat…
I’m here for me,
I am already loved.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 