The Calm Within the Storm

​I’m sure this (or something similar), has been said by someone before, but these very words came to me tonight as I sit here in my little sector of the Universe where fires have been burning relentlessly out of control for over a month now and a tornado is making it’s way through our normally quiet town at this very moment. I’m very sad for Mother Earth. I know she has no choice but to release the tumultuous emotions that have been put into her. This is the result of the hatred and bitterness that dwells in darkened hearts. It does not affect one, it affects all. So I sit here, knowing that I alone cannot stop a raging fire or an unyielding tornado; but there is something I can do. I can be calm, I can be peaceful, and I can continuously send love out in all directions of this Earth. Yes, I can do all of that. And that’s certainly something.

Much love,

Yours Truly/CKG ♡


Aho Mitakuye Oyasin! Prayers and dedication for our Water Protectors . 

This is a dedication I made for our water protectors. Praying for them daily. Praying for all of us. ♡

“Mitakuye Oyasin” is from a Lakota prayer which acknowledges the interconnectedness of all people and asks for the Creator’s blessing upon all of us. How great is that?! Really great, if you ask me.
For our water protectors in North Dakota who are out there every day risking their lives for all of us while fulfilling a sacred mission. I pray for their safety and I pray that humankind awakens from the collective amnesia we’ve been in for far too long. Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!  

#WaterisLife #NoDAPL 

*Image shared from the Art of the Initiate page on Facebook.*

Dark Writing vs. Light Writing and Other Meanderings…

This is something I’ve been thinking about, so I figured I’d address it. Aside from an occasional piece or two, it’s unlikely that you’ll see me go “dark” with my writing or my poetry. It’s just not where I am within myself these days. The darkest I’ve gone lately would be my homage to Leonard Cohen written a week or so ago, in which I explore a more realistic definition of love by tying it in with the concept of  “a cold and a broken Hallelujah” as per the lyrics from Mr. Cohen’s song “Hallelujah,” which I’m slightly head over heels in love with and nuts about. Keep in mind though, a good portion of my homage was written based on how I wanted the piece to sound and has little to do with my state of mind these days, although I do think that a lot of things in this world are good examples of a cold and broken hallelujah. I don’t know, I’m a bit overly focused on the song since hearing of Leonard Cohen’s sudden death I suppose. Those particular lyrics just won’t leave my mind for some reason and they have the ability to reduce me to tears as I ponder over all their applicable meanings in this world. Ok, I digress. Apologies offered, I digress often, lol. What I was getting at is that I’m not a “dark” writer but I have a huge, huge amount of respect for those who are and I do make a point to read their work on a somewhat regular basis. There are many incredibly talented “dark” writers right here on Facebook. Much of their work is breathtakingly beautiful. Much of it will cut you to the quick and rip you to the core and make your heart ache for some place called “home” that many of us never seem to find here. You see, most of us as writers write our truth, and our truth isn’t always pretty but the beauty of it all is that the words are our therapy. They truly are our tonic and our healer. I’ll always believe that a writer writes for herself/himself until reaching a certain point of inner healing as well as finally knowing oneself at long last. Once a writer knows who they are, they’re no longer writing for themselves. At that point, we write for you. So, dark, light, or somewhere in between, it’s all good and worthy because any way you slice it, what it boils down to is an offering of ourselves. Anything we put out there for the world to read contains the essence of our heart and soul. That’s just the way it is really. I doubt it’s even optional. If you’re a writer, I’d encourage you to read all kinds of material. Really take it in and internalize it and think about what the writer is trying to convey. Either they’re offering up a part of their soul for healing or they’re doing their best to save yours. That my friends, is the opposite of a cold and broken hallelujah and just the thought of it makes me smile. Keep writing and reading friends. We’ve all got a lot of worthy things to say and you just never know who you might be helping or even saving each time you share your words. 

Thanks for reading ,

Yours Truly/CKG

Side note: I wrote this on Facebook for my Facebook page, thus the reference.

The Call

The Call
I heard the call so I showed up.
Eyes blazing, heart glowing, spirit strong and ready.
The voices of the people filled my ears, overflowed in my heart, tumbled relentlessly through my mind.
Anger jabbed me from all angles like the sharpest knife.
Fear stole my breath and nearly suffocated me.
Sadness burned all through me and tried to leave me hollow and aching, desperate and alone.
Hatred, the worst of all, lied to me. Told me everyone was against me. Told me to trust no one. Told me anything appearing different was unacceptable. Constantly taunted me and whispered in my ear and did all it could to drive me mad.
But it didn’t.
Because I remembered that I’m made of better things.
I remembered that there is no room for anger, fear, sadness, or hatred in an empowered mind or in a heart that constantly overflows with love.
So, I went to the top of the highest mountain.
I spread my wings.
I stood tall, proud, strong.
I gathered the largest breath that I could muster.
I stared down into the dark void.
And from the depths of my soul I released all of the darkness into the ethers by shouting out a loud and resounding “Nooooooooo…” Then, all was quiet and still.
There was a holy reverence all around me.
And I knew then that I was ready and that I’d always answer the call.
That I’d always show up for my people.
That I’d do everything in my power to keep them safe in my heart and remind them of who we are.
So I do that.
To the best of my ability.
For you.
For me.

Yours Truly/CKG
November 12, 2016

Go Softly Leonard Cohen 

​Yesterday, we lost the brilliant mind known to us as singer/songwriter Leonard Cohen. I’m feeling rather ambivalent about his passing and I suspect it has to do with the words posted below – his words, which come from his song “Hallelujah,” written in 1984. You see, that particular verse has been haunting me for a while now as I tried to understand what exactly it was that I loved about it aside from the obvious, that being the fact that it’s hauntingly beautiful. Love – a cold and broken hallelujah… Could this be so? I’ve spent weeks now allowing those words to play and replay in my mind while giving myself the time to come to terms with what they meant; not to Mr.Cohen, mind you, but to me. I think for a while there, I didn’t want to accept that almost sardonic view of love. It seemed too harsh, too grim, too lonely. But you know what? Screw that! I’m 42 years old and I should damn well know better. Love is not always (if ever) a willy nilly, airy fairy, cheerful, wonderful, happily ever after kind of thing. Ok? You with me?! Good. ‘Cause the thing is friends, love is actually more of a ‘roll your sleeves up, get your hands dirty, expect the unexpected, and prepare to have your heart ripped out and put back in place several times’ kind of a thing. Yeah, it’s that. Those who know me will understand what an epiphany this whole thing was for me and they’ll understand the guts it took for me to admit any of this out loud; because for a long time, for my sake as well as for all of yours, I convinced myself of something very different and I sold myself on it and I did my very best to sell it to all of you; but that ain’t happening anymore friends. You want to know why? Good – I’m about to tell you. Real love is messy. Yep, it’s dirty and it’s gritty and it’s rough as hell around the edges and it’ll reduce you to nothing and it will exalt you to EVERYTHING. Most of all, I can tell you beyond the shadow of a doubt that it is 100% worth the effort every time. Every. Single. Time. So, yes Mr. Leonard Cohen, you were right. Love is not a victory march. It’s a friggin’ cold and a broken Hallelujah. Thank you for helping me realize that as well as to finally understand the meaning of it all. Go softly into this good night Mr. Cohen. From the sound of things, you’ve more than earned it. 

Respectfully , 

Yours Truly /CKG

America has Decided and Many are Bigly Concerned 

​A decision has been made friends, the die is cast. Many are angry, scared, confused, and upset. I understand that and I know you have good reason to feel that way, but had the other side won we’d have a different group of people in this boat so let’s try keep things in perspective for purposes of fairness. My advice may be unwanted and/or unwarranted, but me being me, I’m putting it out there anyway and to that end I have this to say: all current problems and challenges we’re facing in the outer world can only be corrected in the inner world because that’s where all of this comes from. What we see outside of ourself is an externalization and an accurate depiction of what lies within. Even for the most skeptical among us, there is no denying that. So, how do we proceed, you ask? Or maybe you didn’t but I’ll continue in my usual relentless manner anyway… ahem… as I was saying, we correct this situation by “getting right with the Lord.” Don’t worry atheists, I don’t mean that literally. Religious folk, feel free to take it literally if you choose. New age, spiritual, Buddha/Zen masters uh, well… do whatever it is that you do… lol. The point is, it’s time for some serious introspection for all of us. It’s time to ask “in what ways am I not peaceful, in what ways am I not loving, in what ways am I hiding and playing small and not using my voice, in what ways am I being intolerant and judgmental, and what part of me believes I can’t have the life I deserve in which I feel safe and abundant?” These are the questions we must all carefully consider and reflect upon because therein lies the problem and the answer. The problem appears to be “out there” because as a species, we tend to be so dense that we have to be presented with our faults and wrongdoings to the degree of having them stare us in the face, and sometimes even that isn’t enough. Harsh words on a tough day for many of us, I realize; but if we’re to get anywhere any time soon, we’ve got to get started on this. Ask not who out there got you into this situation. You’ll never find the answer, unless you happen to be looking in a mirror. No one person is to blame and no one person is without blame. We all have a hand in it. So, let’s get to work, shall we? As it currently stands, we’ve got four years. Let’s use that time wisely. Peace be to all of us. Peaceful people draw forth peaceful leaders.


Yours Truly 

On This Day…

​On this day…

Kittens nestled on my bed
A warm, dry roof over our head

Food in fridge, books to read

And prayers said for those in need.

Love and blessings to all. Praying for peace around all voters tomorrow. Peace in our minds. Peace in our hearts. Peace in our world.

Yours Truly 

Writing Tips From Yours Truly

​Always fill out your “about” section. 

Your readers are already fascinated with your words, now they want to know a little something about you. 

All social media platforms have an “about” or “bio” section that can be used to your advantage. It’s helpful in two ways: first, it makes you more real and accessible to your current readers; and secondly, it can draw in new readers who stumble onto your page/account/site. 

Quite often, a prospective reader will go to the “about” section to get a sense of who the writer is and what sort of topics they write about. If you haven’t filled it out, prospective readers may move on. 

In general, it’s a great way to introduce yourself and your style/genre of writing to current and prospective readers. No need to make it an autobiography though. Save that for your next book! 

 Happy writing,

Yours Truly/CKG