Peace on Fire ☮️ 🔥

“I hear the fallen singing” 🔥

Peace on Fire ☮️ 🔥

A timely refrain as bodies continue to be cast aside by a mob of violence and privilege.

“Insurrection”? Ha!

A well planned and supported coup, is more apt. One writer called it the march of a thousand unwashed legs, another called it 12/37/2020. I call it theater, a badly written comedic play in four acts by a spoiled King to which no one dares say “no”. Wednesday was Act 2.

The gnarled and ashy hand of hate grips the minds of millions and gives them a squeeze every so often sending rage into the air.

We the people of the United States of America, in order to form a more perfect union hereby declare you fired.

Exit stage left.

Part 2: Childhood Memories Series

Exactly 62 days ago I posted my last piece for Medium and I believe it’s been a bit longer for WordPress. Looks like I’m not one of those people who can produce through trauma. It’s a work in progress that’s barely begun.

Alas, I’m finally finished part 2 of my series on Childhood memories. I hate to speak about onions but if I were an onion there would be numb atop numb atop numb atop bullshit and grief. My goal for this series is to address the bitter grief of my mother’s passing in a way that helps me remember the good times to assuage this cutting pain, to dull it’s tip.

Here is part 2.

Enjoy comment with any feedback.

https://medium.com/@KSHernandez/mom-and-me-and-me-and-coffee-c702146dca5c

Wisdom

We come a long way in life, hopefully, when we have lives that includes good times and bad. There’s something to learn.

What concepts of good will we have without the not-so-ideal? Not that I wish for bad because what is bad when the concepts of bad are not defined when there is no good? There’s a lot to learn.

What I wish is for everyone to be, and to get understanding of the world around them, and to be glad for the things that make them happy, and to morn for the things that hurt, and to acknowledge that all of these things have purpose.

Learning from every twisted ankle, every gopher hole in every wide boundless field of experiences, and here I am. Wondering at the wonder of all the things that I once found confusing and meaningless. To look upon these things with new eyes as the morning sunshine over that patch of grass where wild flowers bloom.

Taking a look outside early this morning, and seeing the same scenery that I always see, in a different light.

It’s freeing.

There’s nothing new per se but there is a new idea of what this space can be. So spacious and free from the turmoil of busy foot traffic and busy talk spoken into the air. Good intentions allow your dawn to be clearer to make way for your noon to be at it’s highest.

Here’s to the highest noon.

K.

 

Reality

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this is not real

all an elaborate ruse

whispering horrible lies, at night

 

At dawn I forget, almost until

Bread bakes or flowers bloom or fresh coffee brews

this can’t be real, just tell me now

 

walk through the door and yell SURPRISE

explain your absence

you had to go away,

 

to save me

find me again

Quiet and disbelieving

Medium Post: The Duster

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A segment in a series of childhood memories that I’ll be exploring, a grief process, if you will.

Please enjoy.  https://medium.com/@KSHernandez/dodge-duster-bfd26567cbac

K.

View at Medium.com