How do I ask the crisis team for help?

Dearest Someone,

August 17th 2016

If it wasn’t for my dear friend Zopiclone there’s no way on earth I would’ve slept through the night. I don’t even know where to begin explaining what on earth is going on in my mind/body at the moment, because I don’t really know myself. But what I can say, it that it sucks.

I’ve been feeling incredibly anxious, unable to talk and in need of a small hole to crawl into. I don’t think I’ve been feeling that great since Friday – I had a bit of a rocky night on Friday, but had a wonderful weekend exploring new places – which was a fantastic distraction, and definitely helped me feel a lot better. Distracting yourself is a way of getting through the pain, but it’s not a way of comprehending the pain – and for me there seems to be a lot of unidentified, and…

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#50 💜 the blog days of summer

knitting with heart

the KWH iPad Show logo

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Hello & Welcome to my 50th episode of the KWH iPad Show! Today’s feature is my latest crazy-hair-brained technique for beating the blogful summertime heat 🙂

Well here we are, mid-way through August and the sounds of Canadian Geese are becomng more frequent—signalling the beginning of the end to our favourite season :-/ All in all, it’s been a good summer. The snow melted extra-early 🙂 Then it rained more often than not 😦 And now, I’ve finally discovered the secret to my future outdoor summer blogging success! 

The iPad makes it easy to bring blogging outdoors, of course. But gosh-yarn-it… that glass screen reflects EVERYthing!!! And that makes reading and/or snapping pics in the sunshine quite difficult—especially for me, being visually impaired due to RP :-/

Hopefully someday, Apple will find a way to fix that glaring issue. Until then, I’ve taken drastic draping measures into my own hands…

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Aftermath (100 Words)

The Lonely Author


Aftermath  (100 Words)

Faith thought about adding the word “less” to her name.

She had no idea who started the war. It didn’t matter. Nothing remained; just wreckage and ashes.

Days since she saw another living human, she shaded her eyes from the dust clouds.

What kind of God would allow this to happen? The same sadistic, bastard who let her survive.


Faith frowned. Entering an overturned subway, she pushed a corpse with her boot and found a baby.

“Hey, how will I know your name baby girl?”

Someone had pinned a folded note to the baby’s blouse.

She read it.


Photo taken from Pinterest.

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Looking Homeward

As Thomas said,

“Look homeward, angel”

and every now and then

I run along the

arroyos and narrow paths

of an earlier time.

Sometimes meeting myself

halfway in

sometimes not.

Noticing the changes

in windswept tides.

Still seeing

those original bones

pulled over

the truth and past

drowning in

yesteryear’s music

knowing fully

that one can’t go home again

but knowing still

it’s always there

off the beaten path.

forest-438432_1280Image Courtesy of Pixabay

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