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The Call of the Spirit:

written and spoken by the author of this blog VisionarieKindness your Kindness sister Krissy

So we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say.

We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar

lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar

let oxygen move around

O’God revive the laughter of my soul

revive the hope of growing old,

revive the rivers flowing in my belly,

revive the tongues of my trees,

revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see

revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me

revive the years from whence I came

revive each connective hymn and let me pray,

revive the cartilage in my knees,

revive my prayers- O’ God

we take our bodies to this altar

there are all night prayers in mama’s house

all night meetings before you sleep,

we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say

kindness sister Krissy

Singing Bowls of Me:

singing bowl image pixabay.com

My life is a singing bowl

levitating over the song in my head

sometimes I simmer on repeat

sometimes -nimble, sometimes I catch the light

having conversations with my darkness

sometimes beautiful things, sometimes I just be there

bathing, dripping in the goodness

My life too is a singing bowl ~kindness sister Krissy

Things I’ve taken for Granted

And just like that I’d missed another day arriving far away from my knowing. I was so busy, doing nothing, so busy running into myself, turning around in dog tails, wagging in place. Panting, with my ear touching the cold floor, that held me down for a little while. Tile, black chalked lines, this is the memorial for leisure. Nowadays, when the sun is out and I’m shut in. When the wind desires to pick me up and take me for a spin. I won’t say no,

this is the memorial… I should have said yes.

Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Pexels.com

kindness sister Krissy

PUSH: Pray Until Something Happens

(Home Photos of my indoor garden)

Dear Kindness, starting a garden without a green thumb is overwhelming. I felt like nothing would grow. After 4 weeks, I dropped the entire box of seedlings. I almost cried. Okay I did. I sat there in dirt for a moment.

Dirt seemed to fly every which way. I swept my little pods and placed them in the box.

Saddened by my butter-fingers. No one to blame but me. I’m always dropping something or knocking something over. I started praying, humming a little ditty in my spirit.

Praying over my house, over my plants, over my neighbors, over this pandemic and everything in between.

Praying and cleaning as usually. I went to bed and got up the next morning to my surprise things are growing.

Now, don’t ask me, what’s what? At this point. I’m overjoyed!

I just have to keep going and let nature run its course.

Plants are resilient little things, and so are we.

your Kindness sister, Krissy