Category Archives: memory

Announcing We Are The World Blogfest!

Will you speak for peace?  Social media and news in recent times has been filled with hate and negativity. Just as you cannot fight darkness, only light lamps, hate and negativity cannot be fought. We will bring love and happiness … Continue reading

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Madness

Back to daily journaling.  How does one get to inner peace? A family member (NOT Mitchell) was mad and has yet to work it out with me. I needed to work it out myself, didn’t want the energy swirling around … Continue reading

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Politics and our Planet

I wrote this for my Facebook friends, but am also posting it here. I love the life on this planet more than I love the humans, by far.  I am saying this final statement about why I vote and what … Continue reading

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Come Join Cherished Blogfest 2016!

The Cherished Blogfest is near and dear to my heart. Last year my blogger friends organized the Cherished Blogfest in which we talked about the most cherished objects in our lives; I wrote and painted about Buddha Ball. As a result … Continue reading

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Still Weeping

Missing him so…         ©D. Katie Powell.  My images/blog posts may be reposted; please link back to zenkatwrites.  Art (unless stated) is also by me; please link to dkatiepowellart.

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Laci Green on Feminism

50 plus reasons to be a feminist.  Myths debunked.  And she is funny; not Sarah Silverman funny, but funny. I am a feminist. Because my mother had to work two jobs because she was not allowed to take the hours … Continue reading

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I Was a Dog Growing Up

I kid you not.  Tracey Fletcher King’s recent blogpost reminded me of this. I decided at 5 or 6 I wanted to grow up to be a dog.  I walked around the house on all fours like our dog Cindy, … Continue reading

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