Month: September 2018

Today marks the first day of a week long (yeah right about 3 days I’ll take) reprieve from classes. I have 2 left to do my best and then I am set for graduation and a new degree to claim. So, in the spirit of taking hold of my time as I should, my goal is to post everyday for the week.

… but I have honestly not much to say. I am content with my progress and I have developed a new class to propose once I am done with my degree…

Life is good and ready to be quiet… ish… for a few.

I guess for now I will bid you adieu.

Good morning, good night wherever you are!

Kath

…. oh alright… I think I accidentally stumbled onto a potential ‘root-of-all-things-Borealveldt’ in writing a quick addition last night… and then when I added today too… I has somethin goin on… 😀

Later!

I’ve not written in a few days, not by design, but because I have my major project for class due this week. However, because of today’s date, I felt compelled to say this.

I was in Latrobe, Pennsylvania in 2001.

The small aircraft that nearly collided with Flight 93 was routed to the airport down the street from my house.

Flight 93 went down approximately 30 miles from me, as well.

No, I have not visited the memorials.

No, I don’t know any of the families.

No, I haven’t made a pilgrimage to D.C. or NYC to commemorate the day.

What I have done is:

Educate myself with what information I could find.

I continue to share the events of the day from my perspective attempting to understand how attacking citizens can be considered honorable.

I support our troops and the troops of our allies to the best of my ability.

I have researched how to make the homecoming transition more effective and though it may not be enough … EVER … I thank you for the life I have with all my being.

I, as long as I live, and as long as I teach, will never let the memory of the day fade. Nor will I let the lives of those lost – some researched and nearly memorized, some unknown just yet – but I will never allow the day lose it’s importance.

May your Patriot Day have the value deserved.

Good morning, good night wherever you are!

Kath

The Will of a Common Housefly

 

I of sound wing and happy hops

do declare that I am of sound wing and happy hops.

From person, to creature, to pile of poo,

I am happy to share with you.

Not a drop of hatred do I bear,

though the need to be with you is there.

 

I of sound wing and happy hops

do declare that I am of sound wing and happy hops.

A light, oh my, I do declare

a most definite signal of human air.

How I love to buzz around,

and drive you to a favorite game.

 

Tangle in the hair,

take a jaunt along your feet, what a pair.

A momentary hug has arose

as I land upon your pert nose.

 

Swat at me

Bat at me.

Beat me to a pulp.

I will never die,

and that is not a lie!

 

My young will come for you,

And drive you totally nuts.

In much the same way

as I made you bay.

Howl.

Cry “Tarnation!”

Oh, how I love that declaration!

 

I of sound wing and happy hops

do declare that I am of sound wing and happy hops.

Oh… but I love you,

as only special friends do.

Oh, how I dare to

continue to fly ‘round you.

 

Cerridwyn Nora Bryant – Borealveldt Creative Writing

For

Ms. Haley Tsitra Ainsley Klass or H.T.A.K. (Kath)                                     9/2/18

Well THAT’s a lie.

It is quite the same.

Peaceful, at home, and playing with my crafts… writing first then painting …

And now the point… I wrote a poem for a character…

based on the insanity that is dealing with FLIES!

Yep. You heard me right.. write… hah! Wanted so bad to spell it wrong but my grammar geek couldn’t hack it…

Ok.. without further ado… I shall share with you…

Dear God… once i start rhyming it takes forever to stop…oy…

But it will be in a separate post.

Good morning good night wherever you are!

Kath