Author Archives: Visionariekind

About Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

To Every Dark Cloud, Speak Life:

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

Dear Kindness Diary

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

Dear Kindness Diary,

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.

Dear Kindness Diary:

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

Kindness Diary Coming Soon…

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

Preparing Ourselves For Better… Moral Compass Reset…

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