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A Course in Miracles
My “niche” is A Course in Miracles: reflections and stories, both fiction and memoir (sometimes fictionalized).
I have started writing poems, also. They started as song lyrics (grateful for Suno.com) to go with my posts, though sometimes they stand alone.
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Much Love Ginny Lynns (Remembring2Laugh)
Here’s the Main Attraction!
Kitty Gets Hungry
Stays alive and well.
“Help, I’ve fallen; I can’t get up!”
Her LifeLine pendant, smashed under ample chest, can’t relay the call.
Breath, knocked-out as she went down—hard—rendered her voice a whisper.
She fades.
Waking, feels purring in her ear.
The vibrations soothe.
Senses wane again.
Consciousness ebbs, flows, no urgency—waves rolling into shore.
She senses light, then night, light again.
Nancy’s time ceases to exist.
Her body processes; her brain does not.
Paramedics arrive, late. (an understatement).
Kitty is alive and well, purring at her owner’s absent ear.
And empty sockets, missing lips.
Housedress, nudged up between the legs.
Song Lyrics
**Kitty is alive and well**
“Help, I’ve fallen; I can’t get up!”
Her LifeLine pendant, smashed under ample chest, can’t relay the call.
Breath, knocked-out as she went down—hard—rendered her voice a whisper.
She fades.
Waking, feels purring in her ear.
Kitty is alive and well,
Purring at her owner’s ear.
The vibrations soothe.
Senses wane again.
Consciousness ebbs, flows, no urgency—waves rolling into shore.
She senses light, then night, light again.
Kitty is alive and well,
Purring at her owner’s ear.
Nancy’s time ceases to exist.
Her body processes; her brain does not.
Paramedics arrive, late. (an understatement).
Kitty is alive and well,
Purring at her owner’s absent ear.
And empty sockets, missing lips.
Housedress, nudged up between the legs.
Kitty is alive and well,
Purring at her owner’s absent ear.
