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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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. Graham3 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. Graham3 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. Graham3 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. Graham3 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. Graham3 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. Graham3 years ago in Poets
The twist on the current myth of why things of matter exist.
Come my guests, listen to these silent words speak. I will tell you a secret, about the source of all things of matter. Sit back, let's take a peek. If you are inclined and are able, I trust you will reflect upon this scientifically based, new age fable.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Cassandra's Renewal
I fear tragedy will befall humanity once again. Humanity is no stranger to tragedy being either a victim of blind nature or of others who want to dominate and feed their hunger for power with violence, abuse, and exploitation. I breathe deeply to unblock areas of stress. I remove obstacles created by my mind, so the energy can flow through me. I connect to the universe. My soul awakens as the spirit enters a slip stream and becomes part of timeless time. I see myself. I am an observer. I am an entity, who holds the spirit of the sacred feminine that is woven into the genetic fibre of humanity. I recognize all humans hold maternal mitochondrial DNA.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in History
The Legend of My Dad
Personal identity is based upon memories that no longer exist. My parents, were members of the Greek and Italian diaspora, living in Canada. As a child, I was taught the rules and conventions of their translations of customs from their past. A child learns by mimicry, how to recognize and spontaneously react, to conventions. Experiences lead to memories, that are used to plan contingencies, for the future. My awakening, about the role my dad played in my life, evolved from the distorted memories of a child.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Men
DISTRACTION SPELLS THE WAY
Distractions, from a task at hand, help define regular patterns and irregularities. Distractions can lead to constructing the details of desired outcomes. Differences, between expectations and observations of what is desired, can lead to suffering. Detach. Dissociate from delusions of unfulfilled desires. Dare to discover what is disclosed by dancing with distraction, where frustrating limits are left behind.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Poets
A word search
The heirs to the kingdoms of rolling lands vast glimmering waters watched the sun set over the beach and moon rise over the waters. The scene created the character and quality of a dream. A streak of silver appeared as. a mermaid lifted herself up in the water. Her tail shimmered as part of the light of the setting sun. Her breasts were covered with two scallop shells. She locked eyes with the prince, standing on the rocky shores, with moonlight on his face. Their eyes locked. Time stood still. They were both pilgrims, looking for a new experience. This was destiny. They were attracted to each other but knew to maintain their respective distance. They adhered to the rules of formality known to merfolk and humans.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
