Passages from My Kitty Diary
“I move swiftly through the yellow grass and look at the vast canvas of burgundy trees. A quiet warm breeze moves through the autumn leaves making them shiver a dance. They dance to the unheard music of the wind. The golden sky and purple clouds leave me in awe as I hum along with the music of the birds. I’m somewhere far from civilization, I must be happy!”
“I float on water with little waves like the skin of a shriveled up raisin. The push and pull of the steady water keeps me from drowning. It helps me to maintain the posture of a lily pad. The empty pools calmness brings to my ears no noise but of the balanced breathing of my lungs. Water is the essence of life and when I’m in water I feel alive.”
“The past is an anchor. It holds you down and keeps you from moving on yet somehow you can always look ahead of this anchored ship and see the present. Whilst in the present you can never truly tell what may happen tomorrow. You have hopes for a better future but the uncertainty of it leads you to the humble home of the anchor. The present is today and whatever happens today will define everything that’ll happen tomorrow. We shouldn’t be lead away from the present by the spontaneousness of hope.”
“I look to my left and I see hills of old age with green trees. The tiny village homes built by merchants over a century ago. I look at it with astonishment and turn around to see a woodshop. The store is closed and dark but with the light of the afternoon sun hidden by the clouds I saw the toy airplanes carved by the hard work of the woodcarver. Villages are something impeccable for us city folk.”
“I awake to the shake of a fast train. I look around to see darkness coming from the sleeping land. I night-think my way following the loud yet somehow soothing, rhythmic noise of the trains wheels on the rails. Running out of thoughts and energy I doze off dreaming about a city. A city of tranquility, elegance, and culture.”
“The noise of the water on the rocky beach and the hot sun of the Mediterranean has me in wonders and filled with thoughts about things to write about. As a writer my focus today wasn’t on the colors of the beach it was of the harmony of nature. The push of the tides brings with it the sound of water. The pull from the rocks resonates the frizz of a sparkling drink.”
“The heat of our star has never forced me to unlayer my clothing in the month of December. I lay on a beach with my family thinking about the spirit of mother nature. In front of me is the vast ocean and to my right is a mountain with snow’s company. To my left I have a view of the crust leaving the ground meters high above the ground. I ask myself, Is this possible we’re in Antalya?”
“The body of water was empty of humans and in goes two men. The water was filled with joy without them, for when they entered water was outraged. The waves went in a quicker more aggressive motion scaring the other creatures that had made peace with the ocean. Nature calms the fury of the ocean and the tides of the water remember their purpose.”
“Today I gave some leaves off of a branch to a sheep and two bunnies. I fed the hungry creatures from behind the wired cage that they were trapped in. With their bodies, their abilities were also trapped. When they took the leaves from my hand I felt proud and found peace within myself. I talked to them as if they were someone I knew from before and remember them I shall forevermore…”
“Generosity is a present you give and get. Never really feeling the empathy that the generous have I felt it for the first time three days ago. Beggars were begging in the streets of the Old City in Antalya and my father was giving to them. Later that day I saw an old man with one arm playing an instrument, and instrument that requires two. I saw him twice after that and on the third time the eagerness to help him couldn’t wait so I gave him about ten Turkish Liras. I had more money with me but I hope that the money I gave him will change his life.”
