http://slow.writerscafe.org/KatleenMacLugh The original writings of author Kate Z. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072741 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1987734/ Grief is a process. Some days it’s harder to just keep going. “The Lord is very near to the broken-hearted, and rescues those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1964628/ A week ago I wrote a few lines that began with "I wish someone would fire me" and ended with "I wish I could stop writing maudlin poetry." Today I decided enough is enough. I choose joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1959483/ I PrayedI prayed, Carry me, Lord;He said, Be of good courage.I prayed, Strengthen me, Lord;He said, Believe in Me.I prayed, Hold me, Lord;He said, I will never leave you.I prayed, Help me, Lord;He said, My Spirit is within you.I prayed, Teach me, Lord;He said, Humble yourself.I prayed, Change me, Lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1954488/ Sometimes I remember things I have never experienced.My mind wanders over roads I have not taken,Into meadows where I have never walked.How can this be?How can I see so clearly in my mindThings I have never seen?Taste what I have never tasted,Or know what I have not known?How can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1953593/ My cats live in the moment. Whatever they are doing, they do it with complete abandon. When they sleep, they sleep. When they hunt, they do it with such intensity that they cannot be distracted. Wrestling with their kitty housemates or fighting with strange cats, they do it with a ferocity that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1952707/ Grief comes at odd moments. I sit to write a jaunty tale, but my pen records my heart, not my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1952106/ My faith struggles through grief, loss, love, and loss again. He understands. In some unpercieved way, He draws me, my Lover, my Husband, my Friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1951596/ I wrote this in 2012, shortly after my husband of nearly 42 years was killed. I was struggling to make sense of this new season of life, unwelcome, undesired, unsought, yet my present reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1950775/ The words were drifting through my mind when I awoke this morning - floating like threads through my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1950754/ This flows out of a video I saw of the greatest waterfalls in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1950551/ Through family and friends and even in life's painful experiences I am learning that there's a lovely contagion in laughter And that a smile can accomplish more healing than a thousand words. So I choose to laugh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1950488/ Change is inevitable, and it can hurt, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow, make the most of what is new. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatleenMacLugh/1949992/