“You can’t cage an eagle for long without destroying it.” ― Patricia Briggs
Dedicated to my darling sister, Kay, whom was murdered 6 years ago on May 26 by her estranged husband. I will love you forever and always, until the end of time.
~~~While chatting with the science teacher today, I notice a small plastic bag with a dragonfly inside. Me being me, I pick up the bag to get a closer look. I glare into it like one of those stupid human beings gawking at zoo animals. To be truthful, I detest animals locked up, monkey’s running to and fro from boredom, silverback gorillas stuck behind smeared glass, and the king of the jungle caged up like a trophy.
My darling sister RISES from the grave every. single. day.
~Every morning I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks.—Sarah Ockler, Sisters
—Ever have a month without muse, without words, without poetry, without soul?
Well, I’m having one of those months, my darlings.
So, I shall post random, irrelevant things that make me smile hugely and fully.
The moment I experienced gratitude is the moment my healing started– Kim Sisto Robinson
This photo is my all time favorite of Kay. She is FREE! Free! Free!
I distinctly recall somebody during my mad, suicidal stage after Kay’s murder making this comment— “You should really consider your blessings.”
~The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.—Henry Miller
—After Kay’s murder, my friend, Jane, asked, “Kim, when did it all begin? I said, “At the very beginning.”
The following journal entries of my sister, Kay, reveals the premature signs of domestic abuse. Although they may appear minimal and insignificant at first, these acts of disrespect, unkindness, & disregard are vividly captured within these pages.
As I read Kay’s words, what stands out the most is her desperation to be loved, respected, acknowledged, and valued by her life-partner.
A picnic in the woods. Breaking bread. Drinking wine. Giving love. Receiving love.
So simple. So practical.
…Yet it never happened.
—“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.” ~Virginia Woolf
- She’s nonjudgmental. Recently, I confided to my bff how I made total fool out of myself at First Avenue: drinking too many strawberry margaritas, dirty dancing, and flirting with these dudes from Rhode Island. I told her a married, Christian girl would never behave in such a irresponsible manner. She smiled and said. “Why didn’t you invite me, bitch?”
–He thought he could keep you dead and gone and silent and in the ground, but you rise up every. single. day. —Kim Sisto Robinson
My sister was murdered by her husband on May 26, 2010. The world shook and darkened
- Crying outrageously with snot running down your face is completely normal.
- The soul leaves the body before you do.