Mother Nature Knows 3.15.2018

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I hear the sweet sounds

Of peep, peep,

From the peepers in the pond.

I see a zig zag, flash,

Of lightening in the distance.

A Spring rain, is blowing,

Across my face,

Pushed by a warm breeze.

It puts my mind at ease.

Yet, my heart beats,

Wildly,

As I realize,

I may have stumbled

Into love.

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Kind Regards and happy Friday – K

 

Who wants to join my journey?

I’m searching for a person or two or three, who would like to join me in this journey.

What are you passionate about? Photography? Food? Self help? Writing? Coaching? Or?

It’s time to take this blog to the next level.

I’ve just started on a premium level.

There are so many ideas. Unfortunately I am only one person. Darn it.

Challenges, contests, recipes, more oomph, marketing, selling?

If this sounds like you?

Drop me a note in the comment section.

Don’t be shy.

I have a Theme idea, but would love to partner with somebody who is innovative, creative. You know who you are!!

Looking forward to seeing who YOU ARE!!??

“To hell with circumstances; I create opportunities.”
-Bruce Lee

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Kind Regards and

#winning – K

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Teresa’s featured Rooster from Salem, OR!

 

 

A peek into -After the Rooster crows Journal

Soon To be released for your journal pleasure.

 

To Journal

 

Whether you journal

In the morning,

Or you journal

In the eve,

You journal to get

Your thoughts out,

Or you journal,

So that your words

Flow just right.

 

Whether you

Write a short story, haiku,

Or to make

The line rhyme,

You may journal to release

To capture a quote,

Or savior an old memory.

It does not matter why.

Always remember,

Writing in your journal,

Is personal,

And never, ever

A waste of your time.

 

  • Kallie A Knight

 

# winning 🙂

Kind Regards and sunshine – K

 

#Winning (SIWO POETRY CONTEST ENTRY) 2.11.2019

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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)

 

 

 

 

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