#Winning (SIWO POETRY CONTEST ENTRY) 2.11.2019

Chief stepping out in the field with copyright

 

In the wee hours

Of the morning,

I awake and lay in bed,

Listening to sounds

Of his paws

Upon the hallway carpet

As big dog paces,

While next to me

Little dog snores.

I can feel my laid, back cat

Snuggled against my toes.

Satisfaction and calmness cloak me,

In place, of those

Old, too familiar woes.

 

 

As I lay here, once again,

Realization hits, that

Circumstances can change.

I no longer own

The old Northern homestead.

Which for years

We called our home.

Now, we’ve settled in,

Just under

Nine hundred miles

Have been roamed.

This day, I possess a fresh

Freedom to rebuild.

Joyous memories to make,

A chance to regenerate a life.

Such remarkable opportunities’,

Surrounded by the Souths’

Alluring, signature décor.

Which I and the dogs

Have already begun to explore.

EUREKA!

 

– K of TheBlackWallBlog (2.11.2019)

 

 

 

 

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Own the Day! 1.31.2019

 

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Good morning all. 

 19 degrees here in North Carolina! We are extremely lucky considering other parts of the country are experiencing sub-zero temps. 

I wanted to share a little something I wrote a few weeks ago. When you endure days with anxiety, panic and depression, you often have to reach deep to find your strength.

Writing brings my inner strength to the forefront of my mind and helps me  grab onto the life I deserve! Putting my thoughts on paper, re-enforces the positive and gives me a little extra push, for my continuous journey forward.

Part of #winning is learning what it takes to be your own cheerleader!

 

Own the Day

‘Own the day or the day could own you.’- Kallie Knight

She was back! The drug, the doctor had prescribed day before yesterday, had taken her to a euphoria buzz, onto fog brain, then about 12 hours later, weakness, severe headache, heart palpitations accompanied by a sore throat.

Thursday had been a waste.  She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t think clearly enough to perform the simple task of washing the dishes.

Damn doctors, she thought. Why can’t they listen? She had told her new primary care physician, that anything he prescribed needed to be the lowest dose then divided by half.  Thank heavens she had taken half a pill, 10 mg of the 20 mg prescription.

The drug? ESCITLOPRAM. It was supposed to enhance her mood, work with her current depression med. Now, she knew, when and IF she attempted it again, she was would only take 5mg.

Right now, she had responsibilities. Her dogs, prepping to finally, after a month and a half of living in an interim place, to MOVE! A REAL apartment!  The place she would call home.

K smiled as she  looked forward to hanging her hat!

YES! Today she would start to move a few things.  Luckily, her daughter who currently lived there, had the second bathroom cleaned out. Today, she would pick the items that could fit into that room. Only, fifteen minutes away from her current location it was like the difference from night and day.

Troutman, NC was a slice of heaven! Acres of fields, open space with the bonus of horses and cows, down the road. It was the one place, her whole being felt at home.

 

 

FINALLY, she felt HOPEFUL!

Doing the best one can, under any circumstance is what earns a person the title of survivor.

Feeling intense relief, she sipped her morning coffee, and felt exhilarated!

She KNEW-

TODAY, SHE OWNED THE DAY!

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Compliments of Zen to Zany!!

 

Kind Regards and #winning – K

 

Low Pressure Alert! (2 min read)

The sky was pouring buckets, as she was driving down Interstate 77, flowing with the traffic at about 65 mpg when she heard a DING. She looked down at her instrument panel.  The Low tire pressure light was blinking. She could see that her driver’s side tire was down about 3 pounds. She barely got the thought out, about needing to stop and have it checked, when the indicator showed the tire had dropped from 33 lbs down to 25.

As she had been taught years before, she took her hands off the wheel for a brief second. The car didn’t pull to the right.. Hmm, must be a problem with the sensor. Just then the tire indicator, popped up the pencil likeness of her car, showing the tire dropping 25, 15, 12, 8… Suddenly she could hear it. THOP! THOP! THOP! THOP! Then ZERO… the tire was flat.

She eased into the breakdown lane.
As she had left the interstate, with one eye on the almost bumper to bumper speeding traffic, she noticed everything was totally drenched from the down pour.  OH CRIPES! WHAT NOW?

Karen had only been in her new town and state about three weeks. Her mind went to the friendly gas station owner she had stumbled onto, when she accidentally took a wrong turn attempting to find a Shell station her daughter had recommended. She knew she had put the name in her phone.  Ayup, there it was, All Star Quality fuel, Front street. Quickly she googled it on her I-phone. The address and phone number popped up, she called.

Hello? Hi, you probably don’t remember me, but I stopped in and talked with the owner a little over a week ago she said. I just moved here from Maine. I am on I-77 going North, about 1500 feet from Exit 49b to Statesville and my tire just went flat. Can you help me?

The young man on the other end, told her to hold a moment while he went to get the boss. She could barely hear their talking back and forth. Finally, an older gentleman’s voice said, hello? Her reply, was YES? He stated, we don’t do road service, but we have two numbers that you can call that won’t screw you out 400 dollars. Got a pen?

Breathing a momentary sigh of relief, she reached for a receipt from the store she had just left off the previous exit, grabbed a pen and said, I’m ready.

He gave her two numbers. One he said was a tire place that might possible do road service, and the other a wrecker service in case the first number didn’t work. Politely, thanking him for taking the time to help her she hung up.

DEEP BREATH, she encouraged herself as the cars continued to whoosh by on her left. She dialed the first number. A young man answered the phone and she explained her predicament. The place sold used tires and unfortunately didn’t do road service either, but he had a number she could call that should.

Got Something to write this down, he asked? She chuckled. Yup, she replied, I’m ready. She started jotting the number down and the line went dead. DANG, Karen exhaled, as she redialed the number. THREE times the phone was busy. Worst case scenario, if they didn’t pick up on the next call, she could always try the wrecker. Thankfully, the “boss” answered. She started to explain who she was, he laughed and quickly gave her the number, she retorted, I owe you one!

Two cleansing breaths later, she dialed the number. The friendly voice on the phone listened intently as she explained her situation. One problem, he said which direction. She said well I think I am going North, but I can see the Honda dealership on my left. He chuckled and said, young lady YOU are going South. I am sending someone out now. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, she sighed, though her heart continued to pound. She called her daughter at work, to fill her in.  Her daughter helpfully offered to call for help. Nope, Karen said, I believe, I am ok. They had a quick chat and ended their conversation. Now, is NOT the time to need to pee said her brain. Her bladder thought differently.

Now, she had a moment to feel a bit of unsure. It didn’t last long, an orange truck with blinking yellow lights pulled up behind her.

It was an extremely pleasant young man. Full facial hair with a friendly smile. He quickly jacked up the driver’s side. Chatting with him through the drizzle, she explained this model doesn’t come with a spare! It only has a compressor in the back. He asked if she wanted him to try to fix it. He handed her a small piece of flat blue metal less than 1/2”. There’s your culprit. He took her tire back to his truck and was back within 30 seconds. That tiny piece of metal had sliced the whole bottom to side of the tire. Let me call my boss, he hollered as he headed back to his truck.

Before, she knew it, this giant white truck pulled up. It was as the young guy had said during their conversation, George, or as they called him, Grandpa. He popped his head in her window and said, let’s get you into my truck and we shall call around and see if we can find a tire.

The cutest, little, Jack Russell, was napping behind the front bucket seat. George/grandpa asked, “Who gave you, our number?” She answered,” all I have are the numbers.”  Oddly, Karen felt totally safe and almost relaxed. He made three phone calls, gave her a guesstimate of what a new comparable tire would cost, asked would that be ok? He chuckled, they don’t carry your kind of tires around here.

OK he said, let’s go. I said so the tire sounds workable, do they have a ladies room? He gave her a friendly smile and replied, “Sure do.”  Obviously, this was not an abnormal thing.  As they drove to the tire place, I told him what a pleasant, polite young man his guy was. He said, he has a little one month old baby. They chatted amiably.

The typical chain tire place was, more business friendly than personable. Most important, they put the tire on the rim within a few moments and with one quick trip to the restroom, they were on their way back. Grandpa, to assure her car’s safety, had left his business partner with her car.  I asked, “How much am I going to owe you? He gave her, to her surprise, a price way under $100. He wanted to know who had recommended them. She googled them and gave him the name of the place. George/grandpa, stated, “I always try to give business back to people who recommend me.”

Not one hour and 40 mons since the tire sensor had given the first warning DONG, Karen was ready to be on her way. She shook both their hands. George, headed for another call, while his step son, waited behind her, to blink his lights, to alert her when it was safe to pull into the busy Friday afternoon highspeed traffic. Fog and a downpour made visibility poor. Finally, he blinked and off they went. Driving down the road, she smiled as she clenched “Grandpa’s” business card in her hand.

 

NOW THAT, she thoughts, was good ol’ fashioned hospitality as she reached for the car phone to called her daughter.

 

Connectedness.

Do things happen for a reason?

What If Karen had NOT accidentally pulled into the
wrong” gas station on Front street, a few weeks prior? Perhaps, this story would have a different ending.  

The next time you take a wrong turn and end up at the wrong place, don’t get exasperated or mad, embrace it.

The good people we stumble upon on this journey called life, may amaze you.

Try and leave yourself open to all the universe has to offer.

 

Kind Regards and practicing – K

 

ps- Just a rough draft but wanted to get it out there.

 

 

 

The Difference (a short story)

Who knows if Frank ever truly loved her for his forever, as he vowed. The answer to that question was buried along with him.

 

It was cancer, as he had foreseen. It hit him as second cancer, according to the experts. It wasn’t longer than 6 months after, his one year cancer free anniversary. Six months after he had told her he was going to die soon anyway, so he wanted his freedom. Therefore, she could start grieving him now. Just pretend I have already passed on, were his words.

 

Kate thought he was hilarious. “Since when in the last 3 years, have you not already done exactly what you wanted?”, she chuckled along with her reply. He smiled that odd secretive smile he often used when he was already living inside his own thoughts. Hugged her and walked away.

 

 

Kate knew all too well the difference between “pretend” death and the real thing. She knew when a person was gone,eventually, those 

left behind, could find solace. There was an acceptance of knowing their loved one, was no longer in pain and felt at peace.

 

When she was fifteen, her mom, lost a 3 ½ year battle against leukemia and cancer. Her father had gone to the other side after a sudden heart attack in 1998. Then bone cancer that moved upward, took her older brother in 2007, when Kate was in her early forties.

 

Often, on a bad day, she would still talk to them. Instinctively, Kate felt them as they watched over her. Angels. 

She thought of them as protective angels, 

keeping herself, her children and later her grandchildren from harm. 

Hell, her theory was 

proven when she was barely 16. One late,sunny summer afternoon, as they were cruising up the road on his dirt bike. Suddenly, she hollered into her high school boyfriend’s ear,

 YOU HAVE GOT TO PULL OVER, I HAVE TO GET OFF!

 

From nowhere, she had this desperate anxiety flood 

every nerve in her body. Panic succumbed her thoughts. The message? 

GET OFF THAT BIKE, KATE! GET OFF THAT BIKE RIGHT NOW!

 

Dave, being the loving, caring boyfriend that he was, pulled over to the side of the country road. She hopped off. He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, gave her the, are you sure look? She nodded. They were approximately 1500 feet from the base of his parents driveway. Slowly, he pulled away.

 

Just as he turned onto the hill of the driveway, the bike’s throttle stuck, discovering the brakes were gone, he had no choice but to jump off. Somehow, the bike, remained 

perfectly upright. It gained speed up the hill, across the driveway and crashed 

full throttle into the garage doors at the other end. He could hear the high pitch wine of the engine that within seconds, sputtered and died.

 

Kate came running. Still laying on the side of the driveway, Dave looked up at her and asked, “How THE HELL, did you know?”, “I didn’t.”, she replied, still slightly out of breath. “All I knew, was for some dang reason, I just HAD to get off that friggin bike! 

 

Sitting up in the grass, he reached for her and pulled her close. She snuggled in and the two of them just sat there for an hour or more, holding each other. They quietly chatted, as young lovers do. Occasionally, one of them glanced towards the mutilated dirt bike.

That, was the day it started…  

 

 ❤️

Thought I would try my hand at a short story.

In all honesty, I picked up a new journal the other day.

As I was putting away the groceries, I picked up a pen and that story wrote itself.

Some is fiction, some is not.

Kind Regards and #winning- K

❤️

Photography, copyrighted and compliments of K of TheBlackWallBlog. 12.18

 

 

 

I’m dumpster challenged! 12.1.18

Just after dark, this 30 yard monstrosity was delivered.

Learned something new, a 10 tire truck can get stuck in a snowy driveway! I grabbed a shovel and helped the driver dig down to my gravel driveway so he could get out. WIN!

Of course, it doesn’t help, I live smack dab on the center of a gigantic hill! With a slanted driveway too!

This morning, I went out to throw my first bag in!

OH SH*T! That sucker IS TALL! I’m 5’10” and the edge is just above my head.

I was perplexed. How the heck was I going to throw all my weeded memories and “let gos”, into it?

Grabbed my cell and called my best buddy. Who knew, that one end actually opens up? You can literally walk into it. DUH!

Of course, we had a wonderful chuckle at my expense! 🤣🤣

Just call me “dumpster challenged”!

Guess now I need to start throwing my hoeing!

North Carolina, watch out, this NH country gal will be there soon!

Kind Regards and still laughing- K

Wander

Oh how my heart

Sings

Filled with glorious

Memories.

A captured lifetime

Array

Of Pictures,

My family

Now living above

Or grown and scattered.

A fabulous afternoon

Of wandering

Sweet visuals of

Times that were.

Photography

Captures

Precious moments

Forever carried within

My heart.

What a wonderful

Way to spend a day!

Celebrating the old

Whilst clearing a path

Towards an exciting new.

Kind Regards

and snuggles- K

❤️

Chief’s special gift

Yesterday, Mother Nature delivered my beloved husky a special gift.

The beauty of a seasonal first snow fall, complete with, chill you through to the bone, winds.

His favorite season. Often he begs to go out, at least eleven times plus, on a snow day!

He’ll be 13 this Christmas. He’s slowed down quite a bit in the last few months.

Then there are moments like yesterday, when he is filled with puppy like exuberance. Which he pays for with 3 plus hour naps afterwards.

Bittersweet moments these days, as I pack. I’m not sure if the move is going to be too much for him.

He senses my inner struggles, with my past visions of a different scenario, for this move. Which, unfortunately is no longer an option. Not my choice. But one, I have to live with. The only person in my control, is me. 😉

So New England, once again, I shall be leaving in the very near future.

I’ll be back to visit someday.

For now, It’s my time to journey on…

Kind Regards and putting one foot in front of the other- K

❤️

Photography copyrighted and compliments of K of TheBlackWallBlog 11.13.2018.

The more clear you are in the vision of what you want in life, the brighter the spotlight will be to lead you on the right path.” – Unknown

Life’s questions?

He reached over, whispered, “I’ve loved you for years.”, then kissed her.

A bolt of lightning kiss, sparking electrifying excitement down to her toes.

Chuckling aloud, she looked up from her novel, “What a crock!”, she thought!

Did real romance, true love, really exist, anymore?

Earthshaking kisses?

Lifetime committed relationships?

Best friends, lovers, life partners, open communication, handholding, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes?

Romantic walks along the beach? Hikes through the woods?

Together, weathering the tough, reveling and embracing the good.

Truth or fiction?

Thinking of the two people who have been by my side for a long time. One, almost twenty years, the other over four. Both, true friends, totally honest. Without games. Always there.

Perhaps, it does exist.

🤔

Kind Regards and #winning – K

Muted like late Fall Colors

It’s not for wimps,

Taking a twelve year

Old, 90 lb husky

For a ride,

When he’s panicked

To go bye bye or

Prepping your mind

To move yourself and him,

After half a lifetime

To a southern state.

So many things happening

In a life which has had

So many things happen.

YES! I’ve lived!

Until late,

When I’ve been on hold

After so many years

Of being so bold!

On hold, stagnant.

Waiting…

I recall a woman,

Outspoken, hair flowing

As her head is thrown

Back laughing.

I know, my beloved

Husky and I

Will find her

On our journey.

She’s out there waiting

To be found.

Or perhaps,

she is my

Driving force

Behind our change.

Never lost,

Simply muted,

And rejuvenating,

While awaiting the

Universe to reveal

A pathway to

Our next adventure.

😄

“Within each of us lies the power to be the person we remember, before the darkness.” – K

❤️🌎❤️

Kind Regards and #winning- K

☀️ Photography compliments and copyrighted by K of TheBlackWallBlog 11/2018.

My Dream Life poetry contest with #SIWOPC

https://yoursuccessinspirer.com/2018/10/07/siwo-poetry-contest/

Living off the grid

Boating, camping

And roughing it.

With the sweetest, dearest

Person I know,

My lifetime love.

Sharing silliness,

Warm hugs

Gentle to passionate

Kisses

and lover’s whispers.

Not caring

Whether skies are blue

Or gray.

My soul content

Just being with you

Every single day.

Snuggles in the evening,

Spooning all night,

Waking up early to

Morning coffee chit chat.

Gardening, fishing

Living off brook

And land.

Our own special world,

Hiking the forests

Feeling that spark

As you reach out

To take hold of my hand.

Sitting together

Making s’mores

Over campfire flames.

In the middle of

Our wood.

Oh what a dream life

We would revel in,

If circumstances

Changed and

And the universe

Opened, so that we could.

❤️🌎❤️

SIWO is having a poetry contest!

Follow the link above for details!

Kind Regards and bring your best – K

🌲

photography © by K 10/18

Let’s Write! Right?

Today my mind wonders,

As I wander a forest’s path.

Wearing my pondering

Expression,

Where shall I go?

My soul, my essence

A piece of me,

Is searching for peace.

It seems,

My seams are bursting

With yearning.

I am startled,

As a deer crosses my path.

A doe followed by

Two dear little fawns.

None captured my scent.

Due to the mist

Of heaven sent rain.

Thankful, I walked today

Or I could have missed

Such a wonderful sight.

Heading home,

I mentally note the site.

Had I not chosen,

This jaunt

Their presence,

Only one of nature’s

Glorious presents,

Would have gone unnoticed,

In my backyard wood.

Kind Regards as I send a shout out for your homonym word play – K

😉

❤️🌎❤️

Photography © and compliments of K 9.2018.

Silence

Silence can be golden,

So loud it’s deafening or

Heartbreakingly sad.

Silence, so peaceful or

Possibly frustrating,

How can such a simple

“S” word, make

One happy, sad or mad?

Only seven letters create

this powerfilled word,

Containing monumental

Emotional control.

Noise, most certainly is

Quietly seething

With intense jealousy!

Kind Regards -as I play with words – K

🤣😁

photography copyrighted by K, quote from Text2Pic app. 10.18

Challenge-JIRogers Six-word-story – Cringe

JIRogers is getting ready to publish another book!

(He even re-tweeted mine!)

DO YOU, want to become more adept at writing concise sentences?

THIS challenge represents the “perfect” practice!

📚 📖 📚 📖 📚 📖 📚 📖 📚

📙 YOU have “GOT” to be kidding!

📙 Eight Supervisor panel, job interview today!

📙 Making coffee, four hours before alarm!

📙 Lady sends money to online boyfriend!

📙 Barefoot, I found old dog’s accident. 🤬

Your turn, give it a try!

I’m looking forward to your comments! 📚

Kind Regards and

#winning -K

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Can You Hear Me? 9.20.18

Last week was

National Suicide Prevention Week.

So many people

On numerous social sites,

Posted their support,

The hot lines.

Did you absorb

What it’s truly about?

Did you actually read

And understand the signs?

***

Can you hear me

Begging for help

By my silence?

Did you notice

I’m keeping to myself

These days?

Have you seen a dullness

That replaced a sparkle

In my eyes?

Have you wondered

About my flash anger

When there’s nothing

For me to be mad about?

Can you tell

By my hollowed cheeks

And clothing grown too big,

That I’ve lost my appetite?

Can you hear the silence,

Since I stopped answering

my phone?

Have you noticed

Dirty coffee mugs

In my sink,

Piled higher each day?

Do you see

The unopened bills

Stacked higher, on

The kitchen table?

You say I’m so strong.

Can work thru anything.

Yes, once I was!

I’ve searched

For my strength,

It’s disappeared.

Can you hear me?

The dogs can.

No worries,

They’ll alert the neighbors

Once I’m gone.

Will you look back,

And hear me then?

☀️🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾☀️

Make sure you know

What to look for,

take notice of your

Friends and family.

If their is an

Unexplained behavioral

Change.

Don’t just chalk it up,

To your knowledge

There has been

” a little” extra stress

In their life.

In a calm manner,

Ask questions.

Remember, just because

They’ve weathered tough

times before, doesn’t mean

this time it’s the same.

Everything maybe okay!

They may just be stumbling

Right now.

But if you don’t ask

The questions

How will you know

For sure?

Kind Regards and hugs – K

❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾☀️