Yeah.. been too long again

I am sorry for taking such a long break yet again. It has come to my attention that my life needs to maintain a fairly mediocre status in order for me to blog regularly...
I really hope that is upon me again.

Loves to all & sundry
Me

Been a while, huh?

Well, hello to you all! Been busy around here. I have had ideas for blog posts come and go... Many of them I have forgotten at this point. None of them saw this place of type and colored pixels... *sigh*

I have been doing a lot of Twittering, which is fun beyond belief!
Here's where the fun begins with Twitter:

http://www.twitter.com

Let me know if you end up joining! I am KalaJun on Twitter... yeah I used my SL name.... hehehe Go figr. =^,^=

Speaking of which.... I have not Twittered yet today.... need to do that!


OH! and YAY for summer!!!

Loves to all and Sundry,
Kala

It Is Time

Tendrils of shattered dreams
Slipping through fingers
The tainted bubbles of yesteryear's days

Smile Little One
Face of Fair Child
Eyes of the Ancient

Wind borne tragedy
The sighs of night
Collapse upon the roots

Shine Young One
Flaxen crown woven of Gold
Feet fleet for Dance

Flame incited tempest
Creation trampled above
Seared wisps underneath

Sing Beloved One
Lips quivering bruised Lilly
Throat ivory Nightingale

Fragile prayer in hope
Pooling salted fears
Bitter barbs blooded

Stretch Aged One
Hands of gnarled Tenderness
Knees given Humility

Shield of faith upheld
Words distilled battling
Messages from beyond the gate

Stay Raised One
Form swathed Light
Beauty reflecting Perfection

Whisper of love remembered
Soul embraced belief
It Is Time.

It is time

"Take my hand; it is time," he whispered, his voice velvet soft. I knew he could not see my face in this dim light. Could not see the apprehension, the fear, and the confusion contorting my face like soggy cotton candy. My face hurt from it. I knew my tiny hand was reaching for his large bear paw of a hand, but I could not remember directing it to move, perhaps it was the way my breath refused to be caught. Maybe it was soggy cotton candy stuck in my lungs and throat. Soon as my shaking fingers touched his warm palm, the blinding light struck me...

Missed

Missed.... Ever think about that word? Take a moment and do so now...
How many different ways can you use this one little word?
Give it a try....

I missed the stair...
I missed you today...
I missed the bus/train/plane...
I missed the opportunity to ____________...

That last one gets me...

I missed the opportunity to show you how much you are loved...
I missed the opportunity to ask forgiveness...
I missed the opportunity to simply "be" with you...

So many ways to fill in the blank...


Now try this one...

Caught... Look at that little word and try again...

I caught a cold...
I caught your hand to hold it...
I caught your drift...
I caught you as you fell...

Again,the last one grabs me...

Falling off a ladder...
Falling from an unsteady sense of balance...
Falling from what is right...

Yeah, I have missed many things.
But, I have caught many things too.


Thanks for missing me;
thanks for catching me...


Loves to all & sundry,
Me

New Beginning...

There are many distractions in this life... Too many that we have no control over, and many more that we do. Getting sick, can't really control it, at best hold it off or shorten it... Video games and the internet... Controllable.

Do a self- survey of your day, your week, your life...
What are your distractions?
Are they good or harmful?
Can you do something to change how distracting they are?
How are they affecting others around you?
What positive changes are sitting in the back of your head, in your heart?
What is being whispered or shouted into your soul right now?


Now, what are you going to do with it all?


Mighty ElShaddai,
We humbly seek Your face, boldly coming before Your throne. We wear the righteousness of Your Son as our robe; our hands held to You in supplication.
Bless us with Your Words in our hearts, as the Scriptures promise. Open our hearts and eyes and ears to Your presence. Help us our Strong Defender to stand for what is right with Your perfect strength, Your joy.
Restore us, Jehova Rapha, our Healer and Maker, to each other, to ourselves, and especially to You.
We praise You for the lavish love You delight to give us. We praise You for the new day, the breath of this moment. Be a constant whisper in our minds as we strive to be living sacrifices on the altar of Your love.
We thank You for all that You were, are and will be. We humbly give You all that we are with hearts full of gratitude and praise.
With songs of adoration we enter Your whirlwind of grace; may it be a pleasing rhapsody to Your ears, Father.
We pray in the Name above all names, the Name at which every knee shall bow:
Y'shua, Your Son.
AMEN AND AMEN

Loves to All...

WRITE!!!!!!

It is officially well into November, and well, I'm WAY behind...
And I mean WAY behind.

So...


WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEN WRITE SOME MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


For those of you scratching your heads...
November is (drum roll, please):
National Novel Writing Month
or NaNoWriMo for those of us who love and revile this thirty day freak fest of typing and moaning/exulting/crying/bleeding/praying/daydreaming/never really sleeping/get the oddest looks from those living with you and those that don't... I could go on, but you get the point, I hope.

This would be easier with a whole left index finger...
Let's just say that the knife thought I meant my finger and NOT the bagel...
That's what I get for feeding the natives...
:D

Well, enough procrastinating... My (new) 1960 Royale portable typewriter awaits...
Yeah, I said typewriter, well, I typed it anyway...

:D

Big thanks to the friend who thought I "just might like it"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I must be off. I know, I always have been, but it is NaNoWriMo afterall...

Loves to All and Sundry,
Kala