One of the hardest lessons you might learn in life is that there will be seasons when your greatest joy will be other people's joy. That when your own well runs dry, you mustn't be jealous of other people's water. And just because happiness is scarce doesn't mean you should withhold it altogether. ©️ Katie … Continue reading The Hardest Part
Meditations
Untitled Soul
Do you have anything to write about when you stay in one place too long? All you ever see are these four walls and that backyard, and how much can you really write about those? Emily Dickinson would say plenty, but maybe she was a braver soul who roamed wider on the page. All the … Continue reading Untitled Soul
A Mirror of a Mirror
Our emergence into the world of AI has had me thinking lately about creativity and artwork. If the human creative instinct is a mirror of God's creative ability, then what is AI? If I take the existing parallel that the creation will never become more significant than its creator, can I have some peace as … Continue reading A Mirror of a Mirror
Poem VI
Can you be a poet in starts and dashes?Someone who, at random, gashesA few words onto the page-Neither silly, wise, nor sage-Just wordsLike birdsToo scared to fly. © 2023 Katie Baker
Starry Skies and Golden Eyes
I went to the fair last week and felt like a bit of a loose end. I walked around with my sisters and my nephew, my brothers-in-law, and a friend. But even in a crowd, I discovered you can feel lonely. Especially when you remember fairs from other years when there was a hand to … Continue reading Starry Skies and Golden Eyes
In One Thousand Years
Humanity used to erect temples for deities. And because their minds focused upward, the temples were lofty places and beautiful. Because the modern idol is Self, all we build now are social media followings. We can excavate and learn about the Greeks. We can translate cuneiform. But now, we've raised and poised ourselves atop generations … Continue reading In One Thousand Years
My Mind is a Mirror
Some mornings my mind lies as still as a pond. Can you see it? A platinum sheet. Tufts of steam shimmering in the air. Beautiful but still. Where are the words? Hidden somewhere beneath that molten mirror. Hidden by the reflection of the high cirrus skies. Down with the fish, darting in the shadows. They … Continue reading My Mind is a Mirror
Writer’s Hibernation
All writers enjoy times when the words zing from their fingertips, but just like blue skies and sunshine, that energy doesn't always stay. You wonder--- where do the words go when the mood clouds shift? Are writers like bears? Do they need to hibernate --- store up the fat and juice of life? Sit awhile … Continue reading Writer’s Hibernation
Morbid Mementos
Let's start with something scary. Gross, maybe. In the basement of my parent's flower shop, hidden in the farthest, darkest corner from the access, is a massive pile of human hair. The story goes that at one time, the back room was a barber shop, and hidden behind the paneling was an old laundry shoot. … Continue reading Morbid Mementos
Witness Beauty
The rain comes gently, the clatter of a million footsteps dancing across my roof. A lazy dance, unhurried. The birds roost in the spruce tree, ruffling their feathers. A cardinal squeaks, cocking his vermillion crest this way and that. The afternoon lies drowsy and chilly on the hillside. I watch the birds pecking in my … Continue reading Witness Beauty
Seeking Prose 