Reaching 1,000 supporters: I’m amazed those who’ve stayed, those who’ve cheered me on. Added many words of value. Given much feedback. Cried and prayed I’d find my way. Loved me, in spaces that helped me grow. As a writer, a mother and simply little ole’ me. Thank you. We’ve reached 1,000 supporters -I just know the best is yet to come… P.S. I sat my butt in the chair, and the words started pouring out -alive again.- kindness sister Krissy.
I smiled at the cashier, she gave me Kombucha, Blueberry tea, it bubbles my on tongue. I’m sure I’ll have time to taste goodness. I picked the stool by the window, watching the train going by. The little cafe was so close to the tracks. I could feel the engine, rumbling, rolling along, in front of me.
In that second, I closed my eyes. To the aromas of the mid-day, vegan pea soup, crispy baked banana-bread. I could be on that train. The aim of landing nowhere. I’d be riding for days, counting Evergreens, counting little people. Counting baby birds. Counting eleven blue-moons on the horizon.
As I opened my eyes to the miniature squared- window. Once more, on the left side of the tiny cafe. A baby poodle marking his territory. People shaking hands, laughter spiraling. Fermented green-tea storming the air.
kindness has its worlds’ of flow.
Peeled honeycombs,
lairs and layers
zones, and quivers, cubic dimensions of honeycombs
I am the worst of all sinners standing amid a priesthood of all believers. Although we hold faith in the Lamb of God in common with each other, this is expressed in a variety of different ways.
Writing can be anything for anyone but for me it's to express the overwhelming feelings I feel that cannot be said .[Disclaimer : everything posted here will be my own work (p.s. work here means everything written and not the images) unless mentioned otherwise. Please do not copy.]