You die in the end, we all do. Don’t let that stop you from telling your story.
Thanks for Noticing…
You may have noticed my absence on some “social” media services.
I gave up on facebook – the algorithms just didn’t do anything for me. I felt like I was back in 1997 on Geocities having to click on individual pages to catch up with the people I knew. Even after using Social Fixer, HT to Cheryl for that, it was a hot mess, and I grew to hate FB more than before. It had become a time suck of posts from weeks before showing up on my “Most Recent” feed. The ads and the filler posts “so and so liked this article” – “so and so checked in here” – that is great for them but post that shit on their wall, not mine. I wanted more content and less filler.
Here is my most recent incarnation of the blog. You will find both journal style writing and single pages on different rambles that mean something to me. I make no apologies for how I live my life because after all, I am the ONLY one I have to blame at the end of the day for how I sleep at night.
Love, with lots more to come so just give a girl some patience.
Memories of Vaughn’s Mill Road
moonlight beams over mountain tops
the changing color of the leaves
a faint Autumn breeze haunts the valley
and her creatures
it is not only the leaves that change
every year I become a child again
fireplaces burning throughout the cold nights
evening stars shining a blanket over our nocturnal souls
I wrote this after my parent’s passed away in 2002 – jotted it down on the notebook. I stumbled across this poem this morning. I miss them so much, sitting on the deck with them, listening to the night sounds of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
In 2012 we said good-bye to my soul-dog Korkie. She was with me through some of the hardest times in my life. She was the only one that was with me through it all. Fourteen years, day in and day out, without question. She saved my life. I mourn her absence every day but something happened last week that shocked me.
Emma got sick – throwing up and constipated. We took her to the vet and as I sat on the floor waiting on some test results with her in my lap I discovered that she meant just as much to me as Korkie did.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore all animals. I love my animals like my children but you know when you have that connection — a soul mate. Without warning and in an instant I knew Emma and I shared that connection.
My best kitty ever. I will miss Korkie every day for the rest of my life but I take comfort in knowing that Emma is here.
Louis C Kidd
Sometimes things just happen, and you can’t explain why or how it all fell into place and that is how Louis came home.