Kings Journey

This guy fell into my world by no mistake. I remember a rainy cold day in Iowa, my neighbor next door, Lola and I were worried about the Farrell kittens and the cold weather coming. We were especially worried about one very tiny runt, we assumed to be female possibly because of how small and frail this feral kitten was, we named her Lily, Lola being her 94yr old self said in just her way for showing concern and love said, “that one is very sick,” I agreed She was sick and need help, the trouble was figuring out a way safe way to catch her. I noticed her eyes had infection almost blinding her, the green infection was coming from her nose, and the dirt was matted on Her fur, to be honest it was something, well I wanted to turn away from, yet my heart couldn’t let it go. So, I made peace with the fact if she let me near enough to her, I would attempt to rescue her. A few days later I was cooking on the grill outdoors and She was near the grill. I could see that Her fur was covered in mud and wet, her third eyelid covered Her field of vision blinding Her.
I went in the house to grab something and say a prayer of kitten, my heart started to tug, I went back outside and found her huddled up to the house, I picked her up and told her, “I will do everything in my power and from above to get you well, the rest is up to you.” I knew not to bathe Her, as her body had no ability to keep warm, so we settled for a damp wash cloth to clear her eyes and nose, then wrap her in a heating pad and blankets. I made a mixture of wet cat food and water with a syringe and slowly began to force feed her little bits at a time. The next morning Lily was still purring with gratitude, I bundled her safely in a carrier and went set out for the vet.
I went to my best friend’s funeral before I could tell her that “She AKA LILLY” was actually a “HE” ha ha
When the vet tech picked up my tiny, not so good smelling kitten to be weighed and vital signs taken and said with a loving giggle “She is just a bag of bones.” The doctor came in soon after to find Lily purring his touch, he looked over Lily and told me that I would have a project and there was a chance for Her to recover, then the Vet had a puzzled look on his face and said, “there is one problem, you may need to rename her because She is really a He and we both laughed. Later I thought about it and chuckled and told the vet, “I think I will name Him King after the novel Stephen King wrote Bag Of bones,” I believe he found me at just the right time to heal the brokenness I felt a time. My best friend Lola passed away peacefully before I could tell her how We rescued a kitten who actually rescued me and His name reminded me that there is only one King. I had never felt so humbled, the first thing I did was thank God for this opportunity to be grow and be rescued myself and for that I am so GRATEFUL! 20190918_055957_resized (2)IMG_20191116_001057_990

What Does Domestic Abuse Look Like?

My recent events have taken me back to a time in my childhood that causes nightmares to this day.  When I was 12 years of age or so, it seemed divorce hit an all time high of in my class of friends in our small Arizona neighborhood and mine was not exempt.  My Mother had met a man in the healthcare field were she worked at a tiny hospital that took in enormous views of the sun rising over the Superstition Mountains. I remember the day I had gone by to see my Mother at work, she sat at a desk and a tall, male with what I could tell was brown thinning hair coming from beneath the hat he had fitted over his head that tided in the back, his skin was lighter with round rosy cheeks and his body had a somewhat plump appearance, which was covered in blue surgical scrubs was watching in our direction.  He slowly made his way to stand behind my mother and politely flirt her way as we were introduced for the first time.

The next time I seen the jolly man at my Mothers work was a few weeks after, my younger brother and sister woke me in the early morning hours peering through the my brothers bedroom door, a direct view to our Mothers bed.  My sister was the first to state with agitation and confusion that there was a man in Mom’s bed and it was not Dad, my bother, the youngest nodded with her every word to confirm that was my sister was saying was true!

Our once family and household had been tipped upside down very rapidly and it was not long before I noticed marks on my Mother, which she always had an excuse for having. Then the attacks became comfortable enough to him that He would emotionally and physically assault our Mother before our eyes. It was not more than a couple of months after that my brother was abused, his room being destroyed and him and his tiny 8ish year old frame be held off the ground by his neck.  Our Father came to take custody of my brother but due to fights between our parents and child support it was decided that the “girls” live with my Mom.

The abuse became worse and worse, then He made his first ventures into the room my sister and I shared. I remember the heavy breathing as He stood between our beds, I remember on some night I would feel so guilty to wish he would go to my younger sister instead of me. I would lay very still, pretending to sleep but so terrified all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and try not to let Him see my trembling young body.  Some nights he would stand there for what seem eternity before he would leave, other nights it was not that easy for me or my sister.

The abuse continued with ebbs and flows throughout my childhood, never a word spoken about it, expect for one time my sister confronted our Mother.  It was easier to be quite than the be called a liar and trouble maker. He became a “thing to accept” for my Mothers happiness.

I didn’t think about those years much after I left home at 17 years old, see unlike my Sister I had blocked it all away in the deepest, darkest part of my mind in hopes of never finding those nights again.  It was not until adulthood, not too many years ago the anguish of ALL that happened came flooding back into my mind and replaying over and over again, I could not make it stop! I still wake from nightmares where I am screaming and I have soaked my night gown and sheets. I like to say I have forgiven Him, yet I find I have to continually say, “I forgive Him and hope he finds peace in soul and gets everything in life I would want in mine.”  It helps most days with the sadness and anger in me.  They say forgiveness is not so much for the person your forgiving, this is true for me, but it took years to get there and not a day goes by that I am not reminded of it for some reason. Maybe one day I will eventually have true forgiveness if I keep doing the foot work to keep my mind and body healthy. I heard, “there is a bit of bad in the best of us and a bit of good in the worst of us and we are all children of God and each have a right to be here, when I complain about me or about you I am complaining about God’s handy work, I am saying that I know better than God.”




I Remember You before I Was Born


When she woke in the heavens, she put on her grey cap, she kept her gaze on the Lord; it was so bright, soft and SO much Love. She took a deep breath and a loud sigh, licked her dry lips and with barely enough moisture so that when She answered Him with a mouth as dry as the desert, replied, “I accept but I will not be able to gain trust, or for me to have the understanding of such things no one wants to talk about, unless I GO through “it” for myself, I understand my journey will be brutal at times, but once I have survived, from your strength alone from addiction, obesity and emotional and physical abuse, once I can say for myself that I have done what they had done and more, it is then I will be able to sit at their table because I AM one too.”
And So she was born determined to connect with people and teach them, love them and finally set them to free to Goodness. She came in aware of what her purpose in this world was to become. Her Hair stood fuzee and black, like the whistling of white feathers across the new born skin.
She looked into the Mother’s eyes and knew her projected energy wrapping me in a blanket of love by her very soul. The energy that surrounded her mother was misty white and gold with streams of red and it was then at that moment that she recognized her mother, then gazed to her left to see her father, she remembered she picked them before she was born, they were precisely selected just for this one mission . There were sounds that was unfamiliar sound to her although she knew she would be learning in time what her tiny body and mind would allow. Her strength herself was heard by the loud cries that were soothed by her mother.20180124_124643


Fingers moved, the right ring finger, then the one next it, am I AWAKENING and how long have been gone, off drearily drifting to a space of dream that finds comfort, comfort and ease one so desperately seeks, pictures like movies of memories replay in a cyclic adventure of what has happened, such fear and anxiety play over and over, oh I hope no one will ever see what my mind sees.
Some great imprinted memories in my mind, so precious to me, still others, feeding off what energy I have left. It’s almost as if somehow I have somehow found myself in the midst very dark place, eating, sleeping, intoxicating to find some comfort, while criticizing what little self confidence I have left. Although I didn’t realize it, you don’t realize it until the dark shadows fall onto one’s self and there is no light at all. My very body, weak from fear, fear of who I am and facing what is dark with me and fear of the learning the equally brilliant light that glows within me… Oneness, a light full of colors, a seed of Love, unending complex simple yet untold colors, a mixing of white phosphorous Light and colors virgin to my human eyes. It is an understanding “THIS” is the Beginning and the End. The language is simple, yet to explain with my human mouth, I cannot, the words or expression simply don’t yet exist in this world and not spoken with my mouth, a communication of vibrations to each soul.
I sometimes think life is about building walls so very high that not even a subtle glow can fall through the musty smell of bricks enclosing me, then tearing them down with burying the fear with the shovel laid before me. Sometimes it is safer to go behind the wall; we all do it in our daily lives without even being aware we are doing this. The trouble is sometimes one stays to long behind the wall too long, attempting to harvest feelings of security, comfort, hiding the band the emotion we are not ready acknowledge and wish will go away, this is “The Inner Side”, this is the most intimate place kept within, it is our very being…it is where the soul lives. This is where the battle begins and self esteem Flowers!

Mystery Santa at HyVee in Marion, IA


Yesterday the snow flurries brought more than a lil shivering and bundling up in jakets, hats and burr with every swing of the door at HyVee grocery store in our cozy little town.

I was so busy throwing groceries in my cart as the moon perched low in the sky and darkness opened the door to a slight but cold breeze that quickly chatters your teeth and sends a sharp chill right down your spine. This time of year seems to put a bit of a spike in our motivation to get things done.

As, I was shopping I noticed happiness around the corner near Starbucks, yummy my favorite place for a quick wake up, children…they were intrigued and giggling, they had the most inquisitive look on their faces, one peaking over his glasses to ask very specific questions back and forth with his parents and Santa and another bashful girl, clinging close to her fathers side. Still the magic of reindeer and a little menu preparation from the children asked sat with Santa and expelled the very wonders of what each of them wished to be under the Christmas tree. They finished sitting and talking with Santa about what gifts they would find, yet the children’s job was not done yet they arranged the perfect dish for a team of reindeer and Santa on Christmas Eve. I watched from a distance, admiring their sweet faces as they conversed with Santa and their parents about the Magic of Christmas. I could feel my heart pumping warmth to my very soul, something very special w as happing here in HyVee.

It was not until I went to check out at the register that I was made aware that where Santa came from was a Mystery. Apparently Santa had forgot to scheduled his visit to HyVee, making the Miracle of Christmas more of a blessing to not only the children but to all who had the opportunity to witness the True Meaning of Christmas…





Continuing The Climb To Save My Life

11800176_937670689623157_3723908993361634760_nI have been to so many places in my life so far… some places I have gone to, I don’t wish to return, yet there are other places I visit often…I visit them in my mind, sometimes I am physically present but my mind is off else where. I SEE people, places and things around me and I wonder Why??? Why such chaos and desperation, suffering, school shootings, I could go on and on and how easy is it to place blame on someone else…See the blame or fear or whatever you wish to call it is there, it’s been created now. So now What shall I do with it…???? It is quite a boggling question for me, So I ASK THE WORLD AS A WHOLE, what should we do with it.  I don’t know much about somethings but I do know how to LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY … I have noticed in my life and my walk with lilies, that something special happens when a person is forgotten, deprived of survival tools to live and continues to love unconditionally and YES I mean love everyone, even the ones in prison or who are wicked in there ways Everyone deserves to be loved by something or someone. I believe we all need to be seen, heard and believed…that simple. I wish everyone a REBIRTH into getting to know themselves and having enough courage to learn and find our TRUE PURPOSE IN LIFE…I wish all the best to everyone…keep climbing, if it was easy everyone who do it, so yes you are special!