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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Part 4: Golinda's searches of the Pilgrim Soul
Kat had been seeing and hearing things again. Shapes appeared in the grains of wood, swirls of marble and shape of clouds. Pareidolia often happened when she felt her life force move through the general, intellectual, moral and cultural zeitgeist of an era. She felt a well of forces hit each other causing relativity storms. During this lifetime she had weathered many such storms, and knew that she needed to slow down to appreciate the source of the spirit.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Dream is Real
It had been three years since COVID first deprived the world and its people of all manner of social life. Kat and Bob sat in front of a blazing fire, and in spite of the alcohol shortage, held their favourite Christmas cheer. They couldn’t help but wonder if there was a resolution to COVID’s odious grip.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Divine Connection:
Some pets possess an ageless spirit, of a wise elder who is devoted to assume an exalted righteous purpose as a leader. They become the Chief Happiness Officer, in charge of the management of a Sacred Office. Such pets are capable of give-and-take, forming attachments, that I define as love. Assuming the tenets of the ‘Familia Caritatis’ (the ‘Family of Love’), they enter into a reciprocal relationship with their companions. These pets consider dynamic possibilities and unceremoniously utilize an intimate force that transcends themselves. They establish the necessary actions to serve more than themselves in order to complement the social bond. In the twinkling of the third eye, such pets as horses, birds, dogs and cats, complete the divine connection of a relationship.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in FYI
The Adventures of Golinda and Gallopatrot
Once upon a time, many years ago in a land far away, a child lay in bed, listening to the adventures of Enkidu and Gilgamesh. Mother read, “ They cut a tunnel through the sacred cedar woods that span 10, 000 leagues. They crossed the Waters of Death and climbed between the two peaks of Mount Mashu. Water from a storm drained down the mountains onto the banks of the Euphrates and uprooted a single Hullupu tree. A ghost maiden picked up the tree and brought it to Unag, where Gilgamesh was king. She planted it and it grew. The Huluppu was protected by a dragon. said to be immune to the incantations of the maiden who laughed with a joyful heart. Lilith built her home in the roots of the Tree of Knowledge. An Anzu bird settled in the branches. Some say it was an indefinite article of a disaster. It resembled both the goddess ghost maiden and the dragon. Gilgamesh killed the serpent and destroyed the tree to make a throne for Inanna, the ghost maiden. The Anzu flew to make new homes throughout the world. Golinda was one of the fledglings. She held the essence of the sacred feminine and the dragon that resides within all males and females. They were raised to serve and be served by the other. As it happens, they are considered insignificant stories of imagination, but this tale suggests otherwise.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Thaw
Years pass as quickly as an impression leaves a mark on the soul. I was visiting friends I had met as a student in Scotland. I had since moved. I had forgot how, when sunshine is scarce, grey shadows mark the dark season and reveal what hides on the other side of the divide.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I was 16 when my grandmother died. She had nurtured in me an appreciation of music, plants and animals, and a reverent connection with all of nature. Shortly after her funeral, I was given a package she had prepared for me and told to open it when I was ready. She had often written stories that reminded me of my past. Now, in the void left by her passing, I felt the need to read her words to me.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I had been sent on a karmic errand to arrange pieces of old material, that has been minced and carefully reworked into myths. The Green-man of myth had appeared and told me , "Find the Green Fairy, Princess Golinda and her dragon who move as a force of nature connecting with something greater than the self.”
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
It was 2021, a pivotal time in the world. Travel restrictions had just been lifted. My three childhood friends coordinated a visit to our hometown. Philomena, the philosopher, Axel,the astronomer, Eddy, the economist and I, the writer, had worked to maintain our special bond with each other.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Threading the needle
Threading the Needle Threading the Camel Through the Eye of the Needle. Kate poked through her sewing kit, looking for a red thread to finish repairing a tapestry of a fortress at sunset. Within minutes, she relaxed. Her skill, discipline, and special touch brought life to the ¾ stitch, that looked like the symbol Lambda, λ. The habitual action let her mind wander between emptiness and flashes of thought.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
