As always talking to other writer’s on Wednesday nights is a highlight of my week. It gets my brain juices flowing. Tonight, as I was trying to write this to post early tomorrow, I was lacking inspiration. Within a few minutes Instant Karma was playing in my head, as Bodhisattva/ Goddess of Compassion, Mercy and Kindness, and a mother-goddess, visited my office filling it with the beauty of love as she danced around my office, “May we all shine on!”
One of my writerly friends suggested the word, keepsakes, for a K word. We began showing each other, thanks to the wonder of Zoom, the keepsakes we have surrounded ourselves with in our writing places. A Rosie the Riveter figure was shown by one, an amazing Lego creation, such as a tiger, with a Lego butthole, were shared by another. This made me wonder where my Odo figure from Deep Space 9 fame has gone. He used to provide security for my desk. I then share my tiny plastic, wrong-color maneki-neko, or beckoning lucky cat, and my WordPress Lego Figure. They both make me smile.
Many of my keepsakes are of no value to anyone but myself. Many are not even unique enough to be kitsch.
Now being in a good mood, and smiling, no longer worrying about what the K I was going to write about, I thought of the wonderful Kosher food that my step-daughter sends us from Katz’ Deli in New York every once in a while. Such a yummy gift.
Then I watched a beautiful black kitten climbing on one of the writers. It was on her shoulder. The kitten was one of a litter birthed a few weeks ago in the nonfiction writer’s house. A soon to be stray momma cat had spotted the writer as a perfect human to help her out with her soon to arrive litter and moved into a helicopter in her back yard (Doesn’t everyone have one in the yard?) and then into her house within the week. So damn cute!
About that time I realized I had Japanese porcelain momma cat with two kitten figurines in a display box, high on a shelf. I have owned these treasures for over 60 years. A sweet little old lady, Mrs. Herendeen, who lived on the farm next to my parent’s farm gave me these when I was preschool age. I treasured them. I guess I still do.
This set was one of the first gifts I was ever given for no reason at all. It was simply a kindness. And it is a tender memory.
See, not all of my passing thoughts are meta-weirdness.
K in #AtoZ2023 – Keepsakes, Karma, Kosher from Katz’s, Kittens, and Kuan Yin