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Goodbye #NaPoWriMo Hello: Writing Myself Whole: aka: There Will Always Be Poetry!

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After 30 days of writing poetry. I feel strong. I feel like I could take the bull by its’ horns. I’d never do that of course! Although, putting words down on the page might be something I can once again, just suck -it -up -and -do. I mean, there are times I’ve made excuses for not coming- here, to the page. Times where you just have to put a pin in it. Come back and try another day. 

For the first time, in quite a few years, I’ve had a 30 day streak on word-press. Mentally I think, I’m in a better place to write. As I make several attempts to get outside my head. Which many of my poems are about. It’s’ the darndest thing, all that crying, weeping, and leakage that came to sit with me. I tell you I had no idea, I hadn’t unboxed those boxes. All of those tears saved my life.

As I look back, and move forward all in one fell swoop,

The challenges between writing and the kids is really the writing part…. 

Some things you didn’t know behind the scenes, yesterday, I also celebrated my 100th day of eating clean to the best of my ability. I’m on the journey to better health. So these last hundred days , of no chips, no coffee, no pounds of sugar added anywhere. And what do you know? I feel better. My sugar cravings are at an all time low. Even as my kids passed around chocolate cake. I didn’t ask how it was. Even to live off of their taste-buds and get that sugar-whiff -high. Whew! Right then and there, I walked out of the kitchen, like a 7 foot tall amazon- beauty.

 Yes! Here’s to another milestone. Coupled with eating right, I put in the work of exercising 10-30 minutes each morning, even with all that poetry, and more poetry, I got up and kicked my own butt, no gym membership I’m done with being robbed. I never made those meetings. However this time, 100 days eating clean, to the best of my ability, 100 days of exercise that’s including 2 rest days each weekend. 

Along with my regular appointed schedule of working for my home -church, kids  activities, checking on my neighbors, family and friends. At the end of the day I would be so tired. Writing poems at the crack of dawn, writing poems on lunch hour – unable to post until 8 or 9pm. Writing poems in the car, poems in the garden, poems during thunderstorms -lights flickering.

Oh that’s not to say, I didn’t have my moments, like take the day off. Been there, done that! Returned too many  T- shirts!  I had to sing my way out of that funky-feeling. Write my way out of my own blues. Lean into moments of quietness, and tune into-silence. And there would be my poem of day ,

chirping softly on the windowsill,

lightly tapping on my coat strings 

sweeping beats of tranquility

 a deeper essence to know quietness 

understand the low-less-hum,

feel in the moment, 

I’m breathing in, 

I put aside my restlessness, 

breathing out, this is the prayer, I pray.  

breathing in , I crave this path of peace,

breathing out, this is all I must do, 

breathing in, this is all I must do.

and breathe,

 and breathe,

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

30 Ways I’ve Survived 7 Years of Being A Full Time Mom & Blogger

In my book, there are no shortcuts. Sometimes, I do believe I’ve gone the long way but in the end, I’m right where I need to be.

  1. Remember the old saying “Keep It Simple Stupid”
  2. Drinking Coffee (but not too much) really helps me
  3. Audio Books when I’m running low on reading fuel
  4. Telling Myself its okay to make mistakes
  5. Even If I’m A day late -its never to late to edit
  6. Plenty of water
  7. If I’m writing by 5:am take mini naps throughout the day
  8. On days I can’t find the words- Make lists
  9. Remember to open a window, let the airflow
  10. Neat spaces,
  11. When you can’t write- draw or color with the kids
  12. Make art Sandwiches with the kids
  13. Live by the seven hugs a day (my house rule) -mood booster
  14. Using Affirmations before Showering
  15. Listening to My Elders Tell Stories
  16. Plenty of Laughter Please
  17. Beatboxing with my kids so fun
  18. Family Meditation time & Morning Prayers
  19. Starting a home garden with kids takes the stress out of writing
  20. Running or Yoga made a huge difference
  21. Long baths with rose petals and soft music
  22. Finding artists groups for both writers and kids
  23. NaNoWriMo National Novel Writing Month(November)
  24. NaPowriMo National Poetry Writing Month(April)
  25. Writing Letters To Myself
  26. Little Hobbies that aid in healing
  27. Going to Bookshops
  28. Supporting Other Writers
  29. Re-reading Favorite Books
  30. Placing my hand on my heart- mini 5-second breathing

(feel free to share your tips on blogging and writing)

Kindness sister Krissy

A Drop of Spilled Milk

Yesterday I felt like my writting had hit a snag, okay, okay a slump. What- ever this is, I know can write my way out. God always makes a way out. Now that ‘s not to say, there isn’t spilled milk or crying, going-on over here. I’ve done plenty. As the old saying goes, no need crying over spilled milk. I guess the writer forgot to add, when there is spillage and honey there will be spillage.

Nobody knows how far the spill spreads, a little here, a little there. Feels like I’m swimming around in it. One small drip into a thousand more, cascades off the light pink-brown table down onto the brown rustic wooden legs seeping into kitchen cracks. I’m running around looking for a clean dish rag. Why? I don’t know why?

I know this makes no sense but that’s just the way life is. There’s the car that won’t start so I walk my kids to the school bus, only to find the milk still leaking. My neighbor stops me to tell me, that the doctors have found a small tumor in her throat. Milk still leaking.

I just need God to come through, for my neighbor, my family and everyone else around me, even those reading this right now.

As I’m cleaning and praying.

I couldn’t use my kitchen towels because my seven-year old’s glue stick project was fully occupied with slimy goo. Pasted in red letters, Happy Valentine’s mushed in-between.

I thought of the next best thing. Hey no judgment! These things happen, when the milk is being spilled.

I found some old shirts, thick enough to absorb a gallon of -precious jewels like this.

There’s nothing reuse-able about God’s holy spirit

God I know you can hear it, the cry of your people

undeniable pounding

pouring out,
sounding like the base of thunder

heal us again

try us O’ God , somethings gotta give

if we can’t change the course

change the course of our heart

in tune with your holy spirit

in tune with our bodies

in tune with you

kindness sis, Krissy