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What Are We Reading In The New Year? Breaking & Living??

Finishing up Poisoner in Chief by Stephen Kinzer, this book needs to be taught in public schools. I’m starting Myrlie Evers-Williams “Watch Me Fly” I can’t put this book down…So many books on my to do list~ oh, my,my..☕

This has been a year of all years, to say the least. I’m at a lost for words, and I’m broken with the rest of the world. For the things I can never have back. The sweet phone calls of loved ones on the other end, the comedy of friends in passing. After the death of my mother in April, I believe, that’s where the bottom fell out. Shortly thereafter the sudden death of my neighbor in August. I felt like crying about it wasn’t enough. Praying wasn’t enough. My lamenting seemed to consume all of me at times. I wanted to stop and take notice. I had no choice but to do so ,as my life seemed to take an abbreviated pause in happiness & living.

And even through this, people are losing their homes, their very reason for living.

and yet, I’m encouraged to pick up the pieces, smothered in empathy and affection, I’m here & I’m with you, with the help from the almighty,(Great Spirit) we must carry on…

Moving Up a Little Higher

In the middle of the road

of all that stands on broken-coves

watching the dance of daylight

creeping, slope by slope out the of the frame

withering and wilting

from the way we could have been great

we could have save the day,

maybe made a real change

maybe break pseudo-fame,

maybe held our exhausted heads,

in whisper

proclaim…

America has it problems, our skin to skin issues

maybe its time we solve’em

the haphazardly excursion that nothing’s ever wrong

please excuse me when you see me move

from the lonely broken roads

where the light seems to peep, broken surges

sweltering, broken concrete

I’ll be moving on~kindness sister

Sometimes: I look In the Mirror Just to See, If Its’ ME

There are times, where my mind seems to find – deepest/darkness of memories but that’s not who I am anymore. All that pain, all that misery wrapped around itself, made something,

beautiful out of me…

I’m watching the snowfall, for the first time, in a long time, sitting by myself, in a warm and comfy chair.

I’ve seen my share – where the world has got its’ shame,

where the world bends,

broken wings are changing,

we’re all feathers together,

colors of the same icy winds

gatherings’ of love,

little crumbs,

things of little breads

feeding our longing soul

everybody needs a little,

so, I’m

exchanging my pain into hope

exchanging my tears into joy

exchanging my loneliness into feathers that fly in the sky

kindness sister Krissy