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Squaarekat

Squaarekat

a four-sided view on just about anything!

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One Word, At A Time….

Yesterday I was told that my aura was sad, angst and in a fetal position…I normally do not hear things like that because well; as much as I am open to many new age nuances. I am not fully immersed in that world. Yes I 

A Happy Return – and a Birthday Wish

My ten  –  I may not always honor my gratitude out loud, but they are always whispered under my breath, close to my heart, and always there on the days that may be scary and uncertain. Thank you for inviting me to this beautiful milestone.

Compassion In A Divided Space…

Compassion In A Divided Space…

Once upon a time 1000 voices simultaneously spoke words of peace, kindness, and patience.” Some throughout the land listened. “Ssh!” they asked, “can you hear them?” Yes, yes everyone proclaimed we could hear the 1000 voices of compassion. And all was well in the land – the end…

One Word, At A Time….

Today I am full of fear, angst, and in a fetal position. The weight of my world lies heavy on my chest, and sadly, I cannot find that darn box that held my joy, spark, and heart.

Thoughts, And Prayers, My Ass!

Thoughts, And Prayers, My Ass!

There but for the grace of God go I…


My Diary

Doing Nothing

Doing Nothing

Yesterday we did absolutely nothing!

 

The Sweetness of doing nothing!

Ahhhh!  Just what we needed, even my kids needed a day of nothingness.  I was up at dawn, futzing around the computer; trying to figure how to add a post on BlogHer. Apparently, I was doing it wrong and I apologize.  I didn’t understand the instructions a week ago; therefore, while everyone was still sleeping and the house was quiet I figured how to post on BlogHer. Now that I know, I will post correctly.  I think I figured how it’s done.

 

The kids slept in; even the dog did not want to move.  When the kids woke up, they had breakfast, I had another cup of coffee, beds were fixed, children dressed, we straightened up a bit and then we decided…to do some more nothing. It was that type day….no laundry, no cooking, no shopping.  We all needed a day of rest and laziness. Both James and Amelia hit the basement, James playing with his friends on his game and Amelia keeping herself busy playing with her dolls, coloring, drawing, and playing a game on a handheld gadget. I was on the computer …trying to write, but at times became distracted with Candy Crush, Facebook, Pinterest and maybe some window shopping.  We surfaced when someone broke the silence with “I’m hungry” and whatever was in the fridge we ate; leftover quesadillas.

 

 

 

Even Teddy was a mush…have you ever seen this; Teddy is resting his head on the bars on the chair…he finds this to be comfortable.
I was so okay with this, it was needed to take a break from constant go, go, go!  You know how I knew, we were all so calm…no one argued, no one was stressed and I wasn’t nagging anyone about anything.   The day was enjoyable and we were pleased.  When hubby came home from work, I looked at him and said we’re hungry, can we get Chinese….Ate Chinese for dinner and I tried to watch The Following with Kevin Bacon, it’s on Netflix … quite intense.

 

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Here are relaxing days!  Afternoon naps, and the sweetness of doing nothing!
SquaareKat

 


All Time Favorites

One Word, At A Time….

Today I am full of fear, angst, and in a fetal position. The weight of my world lies heavy on my chest, and sadly, I cannot find that darn box that held my joy, spark, and heart.

The Girl In The Back of the Class

The Girl In The Back of the Class

“Have I been a good wife?”

Who am I…?

Who am I…?

Yet every so often, I feel this pang that I need to do … do what?   I have no idea; do more for others, do what I was “meant to do or be”, find my contentment.

The Day the Music Died…

The Day the Music Died…

“So bye, bye Miss American Pie….drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry….”  Lyrics by Don McLean – Miss American Pie

The Fair-Weathered Writer

The Fair-Weathered Writer

Being a fair weather writer is not beneficial