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SOME THOUGHTS…

Hello, my dear readers!

It is so good to be back into the normal operations of this blog! As I said on last week’s Friday post, today we’re going to be diving into my heart rather than poetry or writing. While that is the focus of this blog, I do like to give you guys some insight into what I’m thinking every now and then.

Here are five random things on my mind right now, courtesy of my brain. I hope you enjoy, and that you share your own thoughts with me in return! ❤

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Mountaintop model, hmm? Yeah, probably not! (Mauna Loa, Hawaii // July 2019)

1. “ROUND AND ROUND” BY GEOWULF IS STUCK IN MY HEAD

I have been listening to this song by Australian dream pop group Geowulf for the past few weeks now. It’s pretty introspective, and it’s got a good beat. But we writers tend to gravitate toward the words we see and hear, and that’s what makes Geowulf’s song stand out so much in my head. With lines like “I’ve been running, running from myself” Geowulf asks its audience to contemplate what we’re running from.

Check out the song.


2. KINDNESS IS NOT GIVEN BY ALL

A few days ago I ran into someone whom I hadn’t seen in years. This person had once been a good friend of mine, but we eventually grew apart after an unfortunate confrontation. Just for fun, I decided to drop by my old school, where I happened to see her. I exclaimed her name, genuinely excited to see her, but she realized it was me, said a curt hello, and kept walking.

My heart hurt after this rudeness. Yes, we hadn’t left on the best terms, but her blatant disgust with me hasn’t dimmed in the past few years, which is ridiculous. To think that we’d once been good friends, had parted due to a civil confrontation, and moved on with our lives… And yet she was still acting as if we were seventeen.

The thing is that people are not always going to like us. There are jealousies, mistakes, and petty feuds. It’s how friends become enemies, and allies divide into factions. Though I was upset at first with the rudeness, I considered a few things and realized I’d rather share kindness and receive rudeness than share rudeness and receive kindness.

Hopefully one day I will see her again, and she will be more receptive towards me. Time will tell, especially when one lives in a small town.


3. MY BEST FRIEND AND I WILL BE REUNITED IN ONE WEEK!

Though you will be able to read into my summer updates post on Friday, I do want to say that I’m about to head back to school in California for my final semester of college. While I am not excited for classes, I’m definitely pumped at the thought that my best friend, Miss Givenchy, and I will be back at it again in one short week. 🙂

We’ve been separated for four months, and though it doesn’t feel like it has been that long, it is about time to be reunited once more!


4. PRAYING FOR PEOPLE IS PRETTY COOL

All right. Some of you are going to read this and cringe, but I’ve got to be honest with you guys. As a Christian I’m pretty vocal about my faith, and it’s gotten me through so many things. So I’m going to be as honest on this blog as I would be in real life.

This past summer my church started a program that’s pretty cool, and I think it’s something you guys should do in your own lives. The “Who’s Your One?” initiative is a chance for you to pray for one person in particular for an amount of time you choose. It’s pretty simple: Pick someone who needs some prayer, and spend a few minutes out of your day in thought for him or her.

Some of you are irreligious, but I’m telling you: Praying for somebody else is amazing. It’s not about you; it’s about the person you’re praying for, and to put positive energy out there is exactly what this world needs right now! 🙂


5. WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES, BUT WE MUST BE WILLING TO CORRECT THEM

A few days ago I was flying my airplane. I had to take park it in a very tight spot, and I was alone in pushing it back. Now Cessna 172s are not super easy to navigate (on the ground at least), and I’m a sponge when it comes to strength. So there I was, a noodle of a girl trying every maneuver possible to move this airplane off the taxiway, when I heard a pop! and my heart about burst and popped too.

I looked down and saw I’d broken a piece off the horizontal stabilizer in my attempt to move the airplane. Somehow, despite not having the strength to move my plane, I’d had the strength to break a piece off it.

Not my smartest move, not by a mile.

After finding a mechanic and reporting my error, I took a deep breath and thought to myself: Okay. You found the man responsible for repairs. You’ve offered to pay for it. You’ve done the paperwork. You’ve beat yourself up a bit, and there’s nothing more to do.

Sometimes our mistakes are big ones. Sometimes our mistakes are small ones, though they can feel much bigger in the moment. Whatever it is, we must remember our response to our human error is just as important as what we’ve done. Nobody’s perfect, and everybody should know that by now. 🙂

And guess what? We learn from our mistakes in the process.

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Why not post a random picture like this? (Somewhere in Chile // November 2017)

YOUR THOUGHTS!

Now it’s your turn. What are some things that have been on your mind lately? If you don’t want to share in the comments below, I challenge you to find a piece of paper and jot down five things that you can’t stop thinking about. 🙂

Thank you guys for being part of this blog. It means the world to me! I know I say that all the time, but it’s true.

Until next time,

-K. ❤

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CATCH THE WIND (a short story)

EVERY WHICH WAY there are faces.

Black, white, brown, yellow, red, pink skin. Giant, small, lopsided, almond-shaped eyes. Broken hearts, swelling pride, fragmented dreams, wondering what happened to fuel them this far.

A billion stories reside within the souls of these people, and the depths of discovery here have no limit. There must be millions on these busy streets, in the swelling metropolis of New York City, as the hubbub of car horns blasts from the roads. But I don’t want to be anywhere else, even as their body heat turns my cheeks ruddy and a woman falls over me.

 It is chaos: A sweet, simple, human chaos. A chaos I don’t pay attention to often, a deep dream that is blurred by my career, my family, the city itself. Usually I am a thoughtless wanderer, off to work, off to the routine. But for a strange reason, today, I watch those around me.

A girl on her father’s shoulders stares out in the sea of bodies asking for cotton candy.

Businessmen and women chirp into phones, sipping on warm coffees, pupils aglow with the thought of greenbacks.

A hipster dances past, headphones deep in his ears.

A young teenager attempts to read a novel without bumping into anyone else. Good luck, kid. I wish I had that skill.

A few paces ahead, the dark red hair of a woman catches my eye–that luminosity, the shine, a color that stands out anywhere.

But it’s when my mind captures individual faces, I am astounded by the complexity of our world, and how this is where I am meant to be at this exact moment. For a reason. My heart swells inside me like a rushing tide ready to break free onto warm sand. Humanity is unimaginable, incomprehensible, and I am a witness to the individual facets of this species. 

And then I see him.

Up ahead, a tall man glides down the road, a peculiar hat perched on his head despite the cloudy day, the perfect weather. He glances back, sweat trickling down his cheeks like dripping candle wax. My eyes unfalteringly set on him. He blends into the crowd. His head bobs over the regulars and the tourists, but there is nothing special about him. Normal features, normal attire, normal everything, really. Could be a banker or a teacher, who knows. He tugs on his hat a few times, pulling it closer to his crown. Maybe he’s a murderer, I decide in the loneliness of my skull; maybe he’s an angel. He glances back around him, avoiding stubborn souls sweeping down the sidewalk.

Somehow–and for whatever reason–he locks eyes with me. As my gaze focuses in on his warm amber irises, it happens like magic: He is gone, a departed ghost. A mysterious flash, within the blink of an eye.

I stop in my tracks. A man barrels over me, and then like the parting of the Red Sea, people swim around me down the street. But I pay no attention. I look down the way to the spot where I saw this man disappear, and a squirmy ache in my heart sickens me. What did I witness? He was gone in a literal flash, like the sudden disappearance of the sun on a perfect day.

With careful examination of the crowd, I see nothing. Even if he didn’t disappear or I simply blinked and he was gone, I would never be able to find him, not with the hordes of people pushing past me now. They pass me by, their arms grazing my flesh, and I realize how lonely inside I am, how crazy I must be. People don’t disappear into the clouds. With a thumping heartbeat, I look up into the sky, as if this is a plausible way the man left the streets. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.

Tiny teardrops of water hit my nose. Did anyone else notice? 


AN EXPLANATION.

Oh, my beautiful readers! This post is one of the weirdest I’ve done in a while, and that’s because of the story around it.

As some of you guys know, I’m working on a novel right now called Church Boy. It’s a 55,000 word Christian romance novel that I’m hoping to publish soon. And somehow as I was editing this book late at night on August 5, I stumbled upon my Submittable account. What is Submittable, and why does it matter?

Submittable is a way for writers to query multiple agents at once. It’s an easy tool to use, and somehow I fumbled upon my account and saw my previous works I’ve sent off to agents in the past few years. And “Catch the Wind” was one of them.

According to this entry date, I submitted this short story to a magazine in February 2015. (Over four years ago, what in the world?). Now what’s really wild is that I have no trace of this short story on my new computer, and I don’t remember writing it. That being said, I know this short story is important, because as I read it, I thought to myself: Why not put this on the blog?

“Catch the Wind” is a short story that made me stop in my tracks, now that I’m reading it four years later, because it convicted me. It made me think that I pass so many people on a daily basis, and I ignore them. It isn’t humanly possible to recognize every single person on the face of the earth, but I do think we have a responsibility to put our energy into the people who come into our lives unexpectedly.

In 2019 it is easy to hide behind a screen, especially in public places. We’re selfish people, and we tend to find momentary happiness in stroking our own egos, but I believe there is long-standing joy in strengthening our relationships with others. This can happen through budding friendships, waving at strangers, and casual conversation with an old friend.

What I mean is that we have a limited amount of time on this planet, and we need to make the most of it. When we see that someone’s hurting, we need to help him or her. When our intuition goes off and implores us to help another, we should follow this sense.

This life is much more about we can individually do. It’s about coming together, as corny as that may sound.

Because what if, going back to my story, we are the man who disappears into thin air? What happens then?

Okay, enough ramblings from me now. I just thought this story would be a perfect Friday morning blog post, and I hope you enjoy this little guy from a seventeen-year-old Katie Kay.

More on Monday!

-K. ❤

Volcanoes National Park, Hawai’i (July 2019)

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on the cusp (a poem)

when life feels like an hourglass,
i seek solace in what i love most:
fingers strewn over the keys
of a dirty MacBook Air,
eyes strained from the creamy glow
of a blank Word document,
my mind finally relaxed,
a digital massage.

what can i craft, like an architect
and blueprints and concrete magic?
where can i go, like a world traveler
and tennis shoes and a weathered map?
who will i meet, like a writer
and a pen and a sheet of paper?
the possibilities are endless,
and they are mine.

when the stress is overwhelming,
and the real world clamps down tight,
i remember my sweet escape,
the riskiness of a writer and her
invented world. my blood boils
as i pan for gold, waiting on the cusp
of my world to unleash itself
upon my very fingertips.


AN EXPLANATION.

Hello, my beautiful and wonderful readers!

I hope you all are doing great as we begin this new week in August 2019. For today’s post, I wanted to share with you all this poem I wrote in autumn 2018, and I think it will relate to a lot of you who are writers and wish to showcase your emotions to the world.

For writers there is almost no greater passion than chugging out our thoughts on paper (or in my case, a Word doc hehe). We have thoughts and emotions bubbling to the surface of our blood, and there is no escape greater than releasing what we need to express. As a writer, I have found that this process is almost like taking a crucial test: There is buildup and anxiety that is followed by relieved elation at finishing the test. (Of course, the grader is one’s audience, but that is another story altogether.)

“on the cusp” can relate to more than just writing. Some of you have other passions that you must share with the world. I’m serious. You may think I’m lying, but I truly believe each and every one of you have an amazing purpose that has put you on Earth at this particular moment in time. So, if you’re not exactly sure what your “sweet escape is,” take a moment and reflect today.

What relieves your stress? What frees you from the pressures of this world? What gives you the greatest joy?

Consider, and make an effort to implement more of your time into your joy.

Much love,

-Katie Kay. ❤

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barrier (a poem)

on a chilly golden shore
we stand, shoes forgotten
on the concrete. time
is our only barrier,
not the vast ocean before us.

there is so much to be said,
but no one wants to say
what we’re all thinking:
we are growing older,
wave by wave.

in only a little while, we will fade
away, a sunset of adolescent dreams
and wishful thinking, and so
the questions pore out of us
like crabs peeking from the sand.

who will we be, time? who will we
become? when we come back,
if we come back, things
will be different, and i will
always wonder why.


AN EXPLANATION.

I wrote this poem for creative writing class in October 2018. I remember reflecting on my friend group at the time, as we enjoyed taking late night escapades to the ocean. While some college kids prefer drunkenness at frat houses, my friends and I wanted nothing but a quick rendezvous to the sea, where we could run around like total goofs. This used to be a common theme for us. Someone would send out a text, and then we were rushing to a car to get to that ocean as fast as we could.

Over time this practice began to wither away. As the school year nudged on, we became busier with projects, homework, jobs, and flight time rather than being stupid kids with nothing better to do.

I will always be able to look back fondly at where the inspiration of this poem came, but I still appreciate how life operates. We are never guaranteed anything on this planet, and that’s okay. Relationships sour, and situations strike us down, but we have our memories until the day we die, and this can uplift us in times of stress and sadness.

Time is a blessing and a curse. It’s a barrier in the sense that it blocks us from eternity on this planet, but sometimes it’s the barriers that force us to realize what we need to do in our lives. Just because a barrier is there does not mean it can’t be broken.

Today I’m going to ask you to consider your own barrier. What is the thing that is constricting you in this moment? When did this barrier first become prevalent in your life? Why is it prevalent in the first place?

Just ponder for a few moments…

Malibu, California (December 2018)

THANK YOU!

Thank you, my dear readers. You guys are constantly inspiring me to challenge myself when it comes to writing, and I really appreciate it.

❤ ❤ ❤

-K.

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SINS & VIRTUES

Hello, my dear readers!

Thank you for joining me today. This is going to be a simple post, but I just want you guys to know that I am so appreciative you have followed my two-week blogging marathon. Your support over these past few weeks has been incredible, and because of you I haven’t grown weary or tired when working on these collections.

Two weeks ago I began this series, dividing it into the Seven Deadly Sins and the Seven Heavenly Virtues. Now that I am done I can attest to the value of forcing myself to write, even when I didn’t want to. As I mentioned in a previous post, there was one morning where I cranked out a poem despite the fact that I had no interest in doing so except for the fact that I knew you guys were holding me accountable. Then that day turned out to be my highest viewed day ever. (Wow! If that doesn’t apply to diligence, I don’t know what does, right?)

This journey hasn’t been totally easy, but it has been fun. So before we say goodbye completely, I want to go over a few things I’ve learned from this poetry journey.

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SIN VERSUS VIRTUE

Parallels, parallels. The Seven Deadly Sins and the Seven Heavenly Virtues perfectly parallel each other, and this really intrigued me. While some may argue that nothing is ever black and white, I saw a sort of equilibrium in my study, as if these sins and virtues are further proof of Newton’s Third Law of Motion that states: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. 

Here is how this is shown, and how I set up my poems:

SIN VIRTUE
Lust Chastity
Gluttony Temperance
Greed Charity
Sloth Diligence
Wrath Patience
Envy Gratitude
Pride Humility

Though I do appreciate a certain gray area when it comes to philosophy, this structured comparison chart made things easy for me to understand. Am I struggling with greed today? Well, let me check my handy dandy chart, and there is the antidote: Charity!

Obviously life is not that simple, but honestly we can aim for it to be. For example, the major thing with which I struggle on this list is probably pride. My pride is an enflamed sore in my side. Poke it, prod it, and it only burns more. But when I put a little bit of a salve on it in the form of humility, the sore begins to slowly sink away.

Okay, that was probably a terrible metaphor, but I know that when I’m getting a big ego, I need to sit down, take a breath, and recognize that there really isn’t anything special about me, because everyone is special and has special, unique talents.


YOUR GREATEST STRUGGLE…

Like I just wrote, I struggle the most with pride. A bunch of polluted air (probably from inhaling all that California pollution, to be honest) gets in my head, and my ego inflates even more.

Sometimes I find myself thinking, “Wow. I’m so ahead of the game. I’m doing this, and that person can’t even do this. Well, know what’s best for me, and what’s best for everyone.”

This thinking can be problematic. Why? Because it puts all the emphasis on me. The me, me, me mentality is an example of negative pronoun usage, whereas positive pronoun usage (the implementation of we, us, ours) involves more than just ourselves. It puts us directly in a relationship mentality, where our connection humbles us a little bit.

When I’m the center of my thoughts, I’ve found that my thoughts swirl around my failings, accomplishments, future, and past. To the point that I’m not only destroying my relationships, but I’m either inflating my ego out of the sky or deflating my ego to the point where I think, “Who would ever want to be friends with me?”

But let’s not forget the antidote to pride…


… CAN BECOME YOUR GREATEST STRENGTH.

If humility is the antidote to pride, then why am I not implementing it more?

One of the best qualities (in my opinion) that a person can have is humility. A specific example I have for you guys is from a chico I met this past summer (and for the sake of this story, we will refer to him as Chico). Now this guy is absolutely incredible. A friendly, motivated young man with endless opportunity, Chico would casually tell me little facts about himself when the conversation headed a certain direction. Not because he was arrogantly telling me that, yes, he’d graduated college by age twenty and was going to be a full-up regional airline pilot at twenty-one… But because he was kindly telling me that if he could do it, anyone could.

This isn’t the kind of thinking most guys at this age have. Not by a mile.

I remember saying, “How in the world did you do all this? That’s amazing! Not many people could have done what you’ve done.”

And he could have said, “Well, it was easy.” Or… “I just did it. I figured out how to use the system to my advantage.”

But he didn’t.

He smiled, and suddenly he didn’t seem as bubbly and talkative as normal. He became almost embarrassed. But what he said has stuck with me: “It isn’t that special, I don’t think. There were so many people who helped me and showed me the right way, the right classes… Anyone could do it, but I was just lucky to have people help me along the way.”

That didn’t stop me from saying: “Um, you were still the one who pulled it all off.”

The smile got a little bit bigger, and this told me a lot about Chico’s character.

Humility goes a long way, even when you don’t realize it. Chico probably has no clue that what he said has stayed with me all this time, but it has, and that’s the kind of power we all have with our words and our actions and our virtues. This is why it is so important to know how you carry yourself and what you say can have lasting impacts you did not know were possible.


STUDY THE SINS AND VIRTUES YOURSELF.

These past two weeks have thrown a lot of my thoughts your way, but now it’s your turn. If you want to dive more into your soul, then whip out a Bible, jot down some notes, and think to yourself: What is my greatest sin? What is my greatest virtue? What does all this even mean?

Isn’t that a great mystery of life anyway? What does this all even mean?

Now think for yourself. It’s your turn. And if you want to share with me, please know that I’ve got two ears ready to listen (or two eyes, ready to read, as we bloggers typically communicate with our written posts LOL). Don’t be afraid to send me your poems or thoughts, and I’ll get right back to you! Our conversations make my day, and I truly mean that. ❤

You guys are amazing.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

-K.

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The rewarding environment of nature! (Hilo, Hawaii // July 2019)

 

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HUMILITY (a poem)

a humble spirit
is a spirit
psalmody

as it requires
sweet modesty,
sour honesty

the humble one
lowers his back
to carry another

and opens his door
to shield the alien
searching for cover

humility
is a virtue
from the cosmos

and yet sometimes
not even the stars
value its glow

HUMILITAS

the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one’s own importance, rank, etc

Psalmody? What the heck does that even mean? To be honest I started this poem out with this following stanza:

a humble spirit
is a spirit
to emulate

While this is true, the rhyme scheme of the poem kind of took off in later stanzas, and I needed a word that rhymes with honesty. While psalmody doesn’t really rhyme, it came from a list of pseudo rhymes, and I was like, “What does that even mean, and how would it relate to a poem on humility?”

However, I did some more research and found that psalmody basically means relating to the biblical Psalms, or the singing of psalms or similar sacred canticles, especially in public worship. This perfectly relates to humility, as it can be an adjective to highlight how important it is to spread an attitude of self-modesty in order to promote others before oneself.

Humility is the opposite of pride (if you want to read my poem on pride, you can check it out here.) And despite its intrinsic value to all–as a humble spirit generally aids its host and those around–it isn’t praised enough as a value to emulate.

What do I mean by this? Look at any media source. The celebrities and politicians of today are not humble, by any means. Instead, our media flaunts images of wealth, grandeur, and deceit in order to sell a product, which we then buy into. Why isn’t it that our society is interested in the humble people who serve others even when it jeopardizes  their own safety?

Sometimes we see and hear stories of Good Samaritans, but it is no secret that those who are humble wish to conceal it. And a prideful society is going to promote the self-seeking rather than those with a different mindset.

What does a humble spirit look like? Well, each humble spirit is different. There are shyer humble personalities, and there are more outgoing humble personalities. There is no set checklist of how a humble person must act, except that he or she is doing so in order to help others.

Today consider yourself. Think of your heart, and how you can help someone else today. Be filled with gratitude and charity for others, and use your humility to aid others. Listen to a friend in help; challenge someone’s perspective through friendly dialogue. Do whatever you normally do, but remember to be a person who wants to see better in the world through others, not just yourself.


DAY 7 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Wow, guys! Can you believe it? Day 7 is done!

This challenge has been incredibly fun, but I am glad it is over. I love providing poems for you, but it’s time to move on to some new material. We’re going to head back to two-a-week posts (I’m sorry, but I’ve got a check ride to study for, guys) that will cover various topics such as travel, writing, and poetry. Honestly, I’ll write whatever you guys want to hear about! If there’s something you’re genuinely curious about, just leave a comment and I’ll write what you request.

On Monday, which is tomorrow haha, I will write a conclusion post on the Seven Deadly Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues to tie up what we’ve gone over. I’ll probably go through my favorite poems of the series and go over some more sins/virtues I want to add a few more thoughts on. But then after that–we’re off to new material!

You guys are amazing, and I can’t wait to hear from you.

-K. ❤

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GRATITUDE (a poem)

saying a simple thank you
can change a life

just like telling the truth
absorbs one’s lies

gratitude is a virtue
to keep inside

one’s swollen heart
and fragile mind


GRATIA

the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful

A thankful spirit is a cherished spirit. Think of the kindest people you’ve met, those who touch your heart, and I bet you’ll come up with some qualities from this Seven Day Challenge, including the virtue of gratitude. Someone who is thankful in what he or she does is a person who recognizes the mysterious and delicate qualities of life.

A thankful spirit understands that time on our beautiful planet is limited, so it is important to produce more positive energy than negative. A thankful spirit puts action into practice through these positive emotions.

Today I challenge you guys to thank someone you’ve never met before. Who knows who this person is, or what they’ve done, but find that person and say, “Thank you for…” Yes, this may put you out of your comfort zone, but I bet you it will make the other person’s day (and maybe yours too).

(P.S. Gratitude is the antithesis of an envious spirit. If you’d like to read my poem on envy, you can do so here.)


DAY 6 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

And we’re almost done! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty grateful for this challenge. That being said, I’m ready to move on to the next project, and I hope you’ll continue to read this blog with as much vigor as you’ve done in these past two weeks. Be on the lookout for our final virtue tomorrow, and then we’ll wrap it up with a concluding post on Monday.

Much love. And don’t forget my challenge to you! You won’t regret it. I promise.

-K.  ❤

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PATIENCE (a poem)

our lives are measured
in heart beats and ruby
red stop signs

we close our eyes, and
the next second a year
has gone on by

we grow sick and tired
of the same old things,
the same old lies

and wonder when it will
be our time to find
love, liberty, life

just remember, old soul,
that wounds and bruises
don’t heal overnight

but with patience
i’m sure you’ll overcome,
and be just fine


PATIENTIA

the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain,without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.

Frustration and a loss of temper are terrible feelings that dry our insides out. However, a shower of patience can do quite the trick, if you’re able to recognize the feeling. Patience is hard to master. It’s an emotion that requires time and work, and most of us are people on-the-go. We want things to go according to plan in a timely fashion, and if they don’t we’re on the warpath.

This is when we must learn patience. Nothing in life is a guarantee or assurance. We must be willing to come to grips with that, and take a few moments to breathe, regroup, and assess. While I am not advocating for getting trampled on, I do think a patient person is generally wiser than a rash person, as a patient person is more willing to work with others in the process of life.

The next time you grow irate or annoyed, consider patience as a salve. Use it, and see the results. ❤

(If you want to read my poem “Wrath” (the antithesis of patience), check it out here.)


DAY 5 OF SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE

Thank you guys for reading Day 5 in this Seven Day Challenge. I cannot believe we only have two days left, but I am excited to share other materials that I’ve been preparing during my time of poetic reflection.

Remember to have patience today, and comment below how being patient has helped you in the past!

Much love,

-K.

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DILIGENCE (a poem)

cold satin heart
warm up all ready
and let something
like diligence
heat up your stride

INDUSTRIA.

constant and earnest effort to accomplish what is undertaken; persistent exertion of body or mind

Diligence is required when it comes to pursuing our dreams. We cannot let our laziness get in the way of the things we’re striving for. Hard work is sometimes fun, but it’s also grueling and painstaking at times too. This Heavenly Virtue asks us to remove our slothful spirits and pursue things with care, caution, and resolve.

This poem is a short one, I know, but it has everything I want to say about the subject this morning. Our hearts need to warm up and recognize that the things we love and want must be earned, not given. (And if you’re interested in the learning more about sloth, check out that poem here.)


DAY 4 OF SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Day 4 is done! Wow. It feels so weird to be writing these words, but at the same time I am not surprised. Life is going to revolve, whether we want it to or not. Thank you guys for reading, and I hope you enjoy tomorrow’s poem. (I promise it is a little longer than this one!)

Much love until tomorrow,

-K.

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CHARITY (a poem)

sweet charity should be
like an ever-flowing
mountain brook,
a lifetime supplier
of sustenance from a
dignified mother earth.

but when our pockets are
filled with greed and our hearts
lacking love,
doc’s orders: Charity
is the only drug one
should never get enough of.


CARITAS.

generous actions or donations to aid the poor, ill, or helpless

Charity is one of the most important virtues, in my opinion, as it asks us to place others above the self.  Charity’s antithesis is the darker element of greed, which places the self above others.

Today challenge yourself to consider a charitable action that you can do for someone else in the next twenty-four hours. This can be anything from listening to a friend to donating food. See how your spirit feels after this act, and harness that power into good for others every day. Some only associate charity with monetary deliverances, but there are so many different ways to help others. It’s up to you to lend a hand, though.

(If you care to read my poem on greed, check it out here.)


DAY 3 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Thank you so much for reading and participating in this series! I hope you all are having a fantastic day, and make sure to comment below if you have any thoughts on this post. I love interacting with you all and getting to know you a little bit better through this platform.

Your support means the world to me!

-K. ❤

 

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