Katherine D. Graham
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My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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Servants to Balance
Kat, the muskrat, had been born in the valley where the willow tree bows over the running stream. It was soon going to be time for muskrat love. Kat was busy clearing the willow roots and taking branches to make the den cozy. Kat sang at the top of her voice.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Chapters
I am a worm. Psalms 22:6
Kat sensed the environment as if she was a feral beast. In the stillness she heard her heartbeat, then the leaves sounded the drum roll for a chorus of crickets chirping. The chant of nature recreated the history of the land. She stood as an outsider, on the mast of the ship of Theseus who asked if a ship that is restored, with all the wooden parts replaced, is the same ship.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Weaving the Canadian Mosaic: Living the dream
Kat sensed the environment as if she was a feral beast. In the stillness she heard her heartbeat, then the leaves rustling. They sounded the drum roll for a chorus of crickets chirping. The chorus adjusted their rhythm as the echoes of an occasional car or airplane passed in the distance. The chant of nature recreated the history of the land. She was a part of nature. She stood as an outsider, on the mast of the ship of Theseus who asked if a ship that is restored, with all the wooden parts replaced, is the same ship. Heraclitus asked if a river, whose water is replenished, is the same river. Plutarch stated you never step twice into the same river.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Chapters
The tale of the paramecium who lived happily ever after. Top Story - August 2023.
Early on in my childhood I decided I needed to study science so I could prove what I was thinking was true. I have always been curious to find answers with reasonable explanations. For example, it seemed reasonable that Moses was able to part the Red Sea because he was educated and knew about tides. I reasoned that Jesus turned water into wine by diluting it. I was always drawn to explain myths. That is not to say I do not believe in miracles. I have seen them happen. Within my realm of thought, it is not impossible to believe that a gut feeling is attuned to cosmic elements, and results in rare, unexplained serendipitous events.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Writers
The Way of Zen by Alan Watts: A Book Review
I recently serendipitously reconnected with my old monk friend. He offered me the the book Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse (1922), when I was a teenager. When we got together recently, he offered me the book reviewed in this report, ‘The Way of Zen’, written by Alan Watts. At the onset, I apologize if my digressions are in any way offensive, they simply expose what flows through my mind.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in BookClub
The Tale of the Smith and the Devil Retold
It was time for a mental reset. Joe had been deployed to the Ukraine. Arianna was alone but thank to the Internet, they had weekly contact. She, had to deal with life. She was no stranger to hardship. Arianna had learned to master some of life’s avoidable mistakes. With a devil-may-care attitude, she concluded that there is no advantage to suffering disappointment because reality does not compare to some imaginary ideal.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Chapters
August 15th
Holy cow. August 15th, National Acadia day, celebrates the Catholic feast of the Assumption, when the Virgin Mary’s body and soul ascended to heaven. Orthodox communities commemorate the Dormition, when Christ’s mother awakens from sleep. Ancient Egyptians celebrated the rising of Sirius, which brilliantly shines as a jewel on Isis.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Critique
Doing the Diapers
I visited the younger daughter of my old friend. Over the years we’ve stuck together like tar. I had to fly and stay for a few days. The drive was simply too far. During our visit, I noticed that little things were important. They hold what dreams may come true, from a wish made upon night star.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Poets
