Kim Thayer
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I was 8 yrs old when I asked for an electric typewriter for Christmas. From my earliest days, I learned that I can more easily explore the depths of me & express myself in writing. Now, I've decided to start sharing. Thanks for reading!
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All Humans Matter: We Need to Do Better...and More.
When I was in college, my boyfriend and I spent the night talking our friend out of taking his own life. The jump he was contemplating making wouldn’t have killed him. He was already broken emotionally. Had he leaped, his body would have been shattered, but I fully believe he would have lived. Physically. Would it have brought him some sense of comfort – being broken in both body and spirit? I honestly don’t know. After all, how can we possibly fathom what's going on in the vast depths of someone’s soul? That night, my boyfriend and I attempted to convey to our friend just how much we cared about him; we tried to let him know just how much he – and his life – mattered. I understood, if we succeeded in getting through to him, it would be fleeting – that the next day, he would once again be struggling with whatever metaphorical demons had taken hold of his psyche, of his soul. But still. I also hoped that if we were able to save him that night, there existed the possibility that the next day, he might also pick up the phone and reach out to someone who might be able to help him; someone who might tap into the recesses of his spirit and provide him with the help he needed and deserved, more permanently. Our friend? He came from a wealthy family. He had all the monetary riches that kids our age – or adults of any age - could only dream of ever accessing or achieving. He zipped around campus in a Porsche his parents had bought him to celebrate his High School graduation, and he tossed money around as if it were – part and parcel of the air we breathed. He had attended the best boarding schools, was constantly surrounded by a bevy of friends. On the outside, he seemed happy – and as if he was complete, living his life to the proverbial fullest. …but that night, as I sat with him, it became very clear to me that something inside him was missing…something vital, something that left him feeling as if he didn’t belong to this earth and its people. In the midst of Society and those who loved him – he felt an incomprehensible and incalculable loneliness.
By Kim Thayer3 years ago in Humans
Dragonfly Yoga
When it comes to photo-capturing the world around me, I’m an admitted amateur. My husband – who has mad photography skills – begs to differ, but alas, he is a bit biased when it comes to – anything – having to do with me. I began snapping photos, in earnest, about 5 years ago. My youngest daughter is severely physically disabled – and spends her days in the safe haven of her bedroom. I'm not "just" her Mom, but her fulltime caregiver. We love Literature – and read a lot – but I was trying to think of other ways to bring not just the world, but the Universe, to her. That's when I began paying more attention to what was happening outside the bay window of her room. I also began stepping just outside the door to our home - and I didn't just look at what was about me - I breathed it in. It's amazing what we can discover when we allow ourselves to live in The Moment, when we open our eyes and see, more clearly, the seemingly insignificant minutia that dwells within even the tiniest of yards. It's also profoundly awakening when we close our eyes, and allow Stillness to engulf us - listening to the songs of the earth, taking in the scents of the life about us.
By Kim Thayer4 years ago in Photography
Within the Shadows of a Still World...
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Saffie had passed by this particular cabin numerous times, but it had always been bathed in shadowy stillness. She stopped, pausing by the side of a stolid oak tree, silently brushing aside the sole yet still abundantly leafy branch the stood between her and the dilapidated, weed-choked cabin. It was the first true light, outside of her occasional own, that she had seen in, what she surmised to have been, three, long years in her little microcosm of the universe. Now, there, in the darkness of the cabin, a single, glowing flame lit the blackness of night - while the rest of the fallen world remained broken, fully immersed the obscurity of shadow.
By Kim Thayer4 years ago in Fiction
