http://slow.writerscafe.org/Catrinka The original writings of author Catrinka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985158 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I saw another full moon and had to write about it :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/317582/ just contemplating on things I notice... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/311309/ You may have seen him around... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/305528/ There ain't nothing like a full moon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/302025/ Took a tour of a restored plantation in New Orleans this week; here's my impression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/291833/ We fed the fish yesterday and waded in our lake, which prompted this poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/288635/ Panic attacks really suck - I consider myself mostly cured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/285077/ another meditation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/282686/ just a little contemplation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/282273/ about my ex-husband who still tries to drum up some drama... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/279646/ CHAPTER EIGHTIf you don't get lost, there's a chance you may never be found.                                    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/276429/ CHAPTER SEVENIn union there is strength.                                    Aesop Getting to Know You  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/276428/ CHAPTER SIXWhen the student is ready, the master appears.                                        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/276427/ the msytery continues... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/276426/ kind of speaks for itself I think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/273114/ inspired by reading a bit of the history of the reign of Henry VIII http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/270782/ A tornado hit six miles from my home yesterday; a disaster zone has been declared -hundreds of homes destroyed, and a 2 year old was killed. Here's my impression of the storm...now that our power has been restored I can share it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/268134/ A bit of romance with a bit of fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/263993/ We had our first thunderstorm of the season the other night...it woke me up so I felt it deserved a poem :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/258140/ another morning meditation... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/255081/ I'm old enough now to start collecting memories for my old age if I get to see it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/245419/ Just a description of someone I knew from long ago who shall remain nameless for the sake of my own safety LOL http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/245359/ self-explanatory I think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/241873/ my favorite place to be...perhaps a Piscean thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/241161/ another one of THOSE pesky moods :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/237786/ Even though this marriage was MANY years ago, the scars remain... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/237642/ Tarot Reader When the silver moon is majestic and on the riseA glowing orb floating in velvety midnight skyAt your explicit and heartfelt requestI give my own identity a rest And don helpful spirits like a gloveWho are only filled with the universe’s loveI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/237408/ straight from the heart, attempting to share some wisdom... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/234579/ still have rare bouts of panic attacks... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/234576/ shhh listen, do you hear it? OK, not right at the moment, but right before you fall asleep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/234342/ I'm feeling a little wacky today I guess - not to worry - I'll soon stablize LOL http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/234078/ this morning... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/232564/ I had to get up and write this down because if I really did fall asleep I knew I would never remember it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/229938/ I wrote this one after we watched the Lunar Eclipse last month - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/227141/ see what happens when I get out of the house? Look what I run into! SHUDDER! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/226509/ Perhaps a little more about me than you'd like to know :-) I'm an ametuer astrologer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/225698/ I have not yet succeeded in writing about light without a layer of darkness, or vice versa...but I will keep trying :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/225427/ the story continues... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/222316/ Feeling anti-war tonight - actually I hear these words as a song in my head, unfortunately, I don't know music, so you must imagine your own melody...think bluesy, with a soft, slightly hoarse tone. Also add a searing electric guitar solo in the middle so http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/221051/ how I felt this morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/217620/ CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENAndrea’s recovery, according to her doctors, was remarkable. Although the splendor in heaven simply can’t be duplicated on earth, the celebration to welcome Andrea home from the hospital nearly equaled the joy of the party on the other side. I was glad she decided.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216955/ CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXAndrea had been in a coma for three days following the surgical attempt to save her life.  She was still in intensive care, hooked up to machines and an IV.Randy sat beside her hospital bed, his hair disheveled, a growth of beard upon his face.  He hadn’t left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216954/ CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe Mentors clapped their hands again, causing the walls to reappear, and Andrea was aware once again of the peaceful room. She sat down on the sofa, and I sat down beside her. I took her hand and held it. I too had witnessed all the prayers wafting up to our God, and listened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216953/ CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUROn the other side, Andrea was led into a pleasant room with sea-foam green walls that exuded peace and comfort. The sofa that she sat on was a  lovely mauve, made of a soft velvet-like material, and it cushioned her like an embrace. A gentle yellow light infused the room .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216952/ CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEBack at the hospital, the vigil for Andrea’s life began. Rose and Sally arrived first, as they lived closest to the hospital and had no small children to worry about. Jackie came next, along with a few other close friends. Then Andrea’s mother and brother, Tony, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216951/ CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOMeanwhile, a loud celebration began on the other side of the veil. Andrea was enveloped by a crowd of loved ones on the other side. Although she didn’t immediately remember some of them, she would slowly but surely begin to recollect them and the life they had shared be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216950/ CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEI stood off to the side, giving her a little time to regain her bearing. Leaving the body is quite the shock to the soul, and it takes a while to reorient. I waited until she regained enough of her soul strength to rise to the vibration needed to be able to see me clearly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216948/ CHAPTER TWENTYAs Andrea watched the scene unfolding before her eyes, an uneasy feeling grew in her stomach. She fumbled in her purse for the ever-present roll of Tums, trying to catch the heartburn just as it started. She supposed it was Peter to whom Seth owed the money.Peter, of cour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216945/ CHAPTER NINETEENAndrea pulled into Seth and Carrie’s driveway, got out of the car with a tired sigh, and walked up to the front door. It was the beginning of winter so it was already dark, and the air had a frosty feel as if it might  snow soon. Andrea automatically looked up to searc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216944/ CHAPTER EIGHTEENAs winter began, Andrea gradually began to hug more and complain less. She listened more intently to what people were saying behind the words, trying to relate to them rather than just reacting to their words. Completely out of character, she wrote and mailed her annual Christmas l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Catrinka/216942/