is writing without inhibition or restriction. Out-Loud.) –K. S. R.
my sister’s murder, I thought wine might help, ease the ache, alleviate the
decayed sharp teeth biting my mind and body.
Lots and lots of wine. Red wine. Dry wine.
Any kind of wine.
Even after an entire bottle, I still felt the pain, the shadowy haze, and a
void so enormously profound that I couldn’t grasp it whole.
what could I do? Where could I go?
the place which always filled me up, to
the place which always kept me from ending up like poor Sylvia Plath.
only that, but I found a new kind of platform to scream and cry my lungs out.
platform was called–‘blogging.’
my dears, partly saved my life, my sanity, my religion.
could barely function, but dammit, I could write.
at least, allowed me that pure simplicity.
I wrote feverously and ferociously until I became hollow, until the words glued
me back together again. Piece by piece. Ligament by ligament. Vein by vein.
not quite. Not quite…
I can never be completely fixed.
wrote Kay\’s Story over and over. I wrote
my mourning on this so-called-blog of mine until the sadness and tears and
shadows pored out of me like a black water, a sinuous platholian poem.
wrote for myself.
be told, I felt like the only person left in the fucking universe.
I had no idea other people would actually be
reading my lamenting, weeping, cussing, pleading, snot nosed blubbering…
those people, whom I never met, became small blessings, virtual friends, prayer
partners, benedictions, and some of the
wisest gurus I’ve ever encountered.
you love individuals you’ve not met face to face, skin to skin, eye to eye?
have. I do.
me, those words, sentences, and verbs in my time of mourning and loss became the
still waters I needed that day, that hour, that moment.
wanted you to know.
just wanted you to understand how much I appreciate your indescribable
Reader, although many of us have not met
face to face, skin to skin, or eye to
eye, I love you regardless. I love the
mere idea of you.
Your language, your wisdom, your pro-activism,
your devotion, your humanity.
matter where you are from, we are from the same place.
are you from, my dear? Shout it out
below….My Minnesota friends, too!…Then tell me about your greatest passion in a single word or sentence.
Love Love Love xxx