The Gift of Life

This is the Rheinfall in Switzerland. It is an area along the Rhine River that has a huge rock in the middle. It makes a breathtaking waterfall. You can ride a very bumpy boat to the middle and climb to the top of the rock...

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Kathy King

The Gift of Life

In the picture above, this brooding beautiful waterfall that is created on the Rhine river is kind of like life. When you visit you can take a very bumpy boat ride to the middle and climb the rock to the top. At the top you can see the view, the Alps in the background. The river that runs smoothly and the mist that flows from the falls. Amazingly there is always a rainbow generated on sunny days from the force of the water. In my mind that represents the beautiful, the awful (through the sheer force of the water) and the mundane.

“Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing in between the amazing and the awful it’s ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living a heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.” L.R. Knost

One day everything is coming up roses.

One day you can barely take a step.

One day you feel like crying. 

One day you emerge from the depths. 

One day you get so many things done.

Another day you can barely carry on.

Progress looks different, each and every day.

Some days you climb that mountain and take in the view each and every way.

Other days you cry, you grieve, you feel your worst. 

Remember dear readers, don’t stay there. 

Dig your self out of the mire, into a place of joy and mirth.

Breathe when it’s mundane. Pause, take that huge breath.

Celebrate when life is amazing. 

Log those times into your mind.

When the awful times come, you can search your mind for those times.

Search your mind for the moments when you were joyful and at your best.

Also remember those times you barely made it, remember your strength that you had through the test. 

Life truly is a glorious and messy dance. 

Find your steps, fill your mind, do your very best. 

Remember if you never experience the valley, when you do reach that glorious mountain top.

You will not have a place of appreciation on which to draw. 

All of life is messy, on that you can depend. 

But that messy is part of the beautiful, the brave, the scared.

The gamut of emotions dwells there for sure. 

But one thing we humans can do is endure. 

Confession. Life should be tea parties, your person telling you that you are beautiful. Calories should be null and void. Money should be endless. There should be no conflict whatsoever in the world or in personal life, and the house should always be clean. Also, for me… it would be a crisp fall day for about half the year. Everyone has their perfect, or their wish for perfect. For some it could be just a warm meal or a pleasant place to lay their head. Today I spoke with a woman who was married to her husband for 18 years. She said, "He promised me twenty, I had hoped he would have given me twenty. But his health would not allow him to do so. When I spoke at his memorial I said to his ashes, 'I want my twenty years, you only gave me eighteen you cheeky devil.'" She said this with a smile on her face. After her moment of mirth she then looked at me and said, "I do miss him so, I would love to have just a few minutes with him. But I am truly thankful for the eighteen I got." I could only stand in awe. Others choice would be to have good health. For some it would be to speak with their child. I am a member of a military mom group. This group is a place of encouragement for those who have loved ones that serve. Some of those women just want to have a simple phone call from their baby to know that they are okay. When I pause and think about what a “tea party” is to some people it is incredibly humbling. The old adage that we have heard concerning not judging someone harshly. We simply do not know what they are going through in life. That rings very true. Do I wish for a tea party all the time? Not really. But as the quote states. Life just isn’t that way. Recently things have been interesting, mundane, hard, and some days just confusing. The advice given above is so very true. Rather than getting bored of the mundane, take a moment to breathe. During the awful, hold on. Pray. Draw from your spiritual well of strength. You have made it before, you can make it again. Finally, pass that strength on to others. They may need to see your example to make it through. After all, “Life is simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” Confucius 

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The Gift of What is Stored Inside You

I took this during a mountain walk..

This is "You'll Never Walk Alone" from Carousel. I really enjoy singing this song. It is very true.

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Kathy King

The Gift of What is Stored Inside of You

“It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.”

Howard Ruff

A desolate desert, sometimes that is life. 

You walk through the day, your spirit is filled with strife. 

You search for that ever important drop of water to quench your thirst.

You search for that small morsel of spiritual food to give you the strength. 

What is stored inside you, to get you through these times?

When a good word is hard to find.

What have you cultivated in your inner being that will help you see through hard deeds?

Did you have a little water stuck back in your spiritual backpack?

Some food, some prayers, to fill your spiritual tank.

It all depends on what you are made of in your innermost being. 

Choose to store up goodness to see you through hard undertakings. 

When the slim times come and supplies are tight. 

You have a little in reserve to keep you going when times are tight. 

I dedicate this little musing to those who have lost a loved one. My heart cries for you. As I was praying this morning this little poem I wrote came to mind:

When you reach for that hand to gave you much needed calm.

When you listened for that voice that acted like a soothing balm.

When that hug that made you feel like everything will be okay is not there..

You feel the weight of the person that once was there.

Their spirit lingers in everything you touch.

Their joy, their grace, their strength when life was too much.

Remember dear one, they are in the presence of God.

They are dancing on the streets of gold, staring at the very face of God.

They would want you to hold on to the scripture in which they hid in their heart.

They would want you to pray and share the love of God.

Show others God's strength through daunting and soul wrenching times.

It's okay to cry, it's okay to rest, it's okay to wish you could be with the person you loved best.

Remember dear reader when the days seem too hard to bear.

God is there waiting for you to cast to Him all of your cares.

Weird aside. I love cured meats. I do. I really developed a love of these things when I would make my little daily trip to the market in Switzerland. They had a variety of cured sausages, my favorite was würstli. I would walk outside our little apartment that was ancient, down the gasse (street) to a little market that was probably 50 steps from our apartment. They had a variety of little sausages to pick from. It was wonderful. After that, I would go and get some fresh bread. I will write about that lovely memory in another musing. To get back to my love of cured meats; I became so fond of the würstli that I tried to bring some home to the states. They would not let me keep them in customs, sigh. Since being back I have not been able to find anything quite like the würstli since then. I have tried to recreate that fond little memory to no avail.  Today I was having some pepperoni, another cured meat that I love. As I was enjoying my little snack, I got to thinking about what it takes to cure meat. How it stores well and lasts a long time. Cured meats can be traced back to about 3000 bc. The process naturally involves salt and removing harmful bacteria from the meat so that it can be dried and stored. Once this is done, the meat can last for months. Why did early cultures cure meat? Well, for journeys, for soldiers who had to walk long lengths to battle, for the times when meat was hard to come by. They had a little in reserve so that they could have nutrition. After pondering this little fact, I thought about what we have stored inside of us when the hard and slim times come. This past year in our family has been very challenging. That is putting it mildly. I have to admit, there were days that I cried crocodile tears and questioned a lot of things in my life. After calming down, a realization dawned on me.  There were some scriptures, prayers and other musings in my spirit for times such as these.  There was also a realization that I had been filling my mind with endless worry. The Well of spiritual water had not been accessed and the rations for when nothing around was working laid in its bag waiting to be used. The gist of this musing? Prepare for the slim times. Prepare even if everything around you is “coming up roses” at the moment. Cure some meat of prayer, meditation and scripture to have in the back of your mind when nothing seems right. Fill up your water well so that it will not dry. In the words of Thomas Fuller: “We never know the worth of water until the well is dry.” 

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My books are on Amazon!

The Quacktastic Adventures of Ellie and Lord Barks a Lot

The Case of the Missing Moo-Cow Bell

The Case of the Missing Wellies

The Case of the Missing Bumbly Wumbly Bee

The Case of the Missing Honk Honk

The Case of the Missing Ornaments

Clean it Up! Wash it Up!

Coming soon:

Appalachian Allegory: A Southern Novel

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