Posts by Katalin Kennedy

Belong and Believe

Belong and Believe Belonging in today’s complicated world is something we long for. The term itself elicits a positive, comforting sensation. We want to feel that our surroundings envelop us with reassurance. And don’t we all look for such personal reinforcement, particularly at the beginning of a new year? That was the upbeat optimistic approach she had expected when wishing her friend, a happy new year. He, however, had not obliged. He had said something about there being a turbulence or a time-warp out there. No! Those weren’t quite his words. Just the way she tried to interpret them. Why
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Categories: Musings.

Longing for Change

Longing for Change Being twelve was feeling in between. An odd feeling really! There was the optimism of what lay ahead – thirteen and the teenage years. And there was the melancholy of having left behind the days when age didn’t seem to matter. At ten, there never lurked any confusion about age – except to look forward to the birthday party with friends. It didn’t matter if she were a girl or a boy. Her mates accepted her for who she was. Their mate. She could climb trees with them and not think about her underwear showing when she
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Categories: Musings.

How many confirmations do we need?

How many confirmations do we need? The mission is always the same. You don’t want this mission. It was put upon you, and you are stuck with it – a constant interruption of your life: a monotonous, exhausting routine, weekly on the same road to the same destination. You hope all goes well; but that’s not always the case. Then finally back on the road, relieved to be heading home. Transformation does not have to be a ‘Road to Damascus’ experience. It can be a simple down to earth occurrence. It can run into you – on the road at
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Categories: Musings.

The Essence of Another

The Essence of Another Sophie always found it peculiar how others were fixated on discovering what the essence was of another person. She never understood or accepted the reason some gave: that it was a way to connect and thus form a meaningful relationship. She on the other hand regarded the reason to be the enquirer’s own need to feel comparable, if not better. Navel gazing about one’s life was one thing – a nice pastime when pursuing a life altering change. To make a personal open declaration about this, however, Sophie, deemed it entirely a different matter. Distasteful.  Having
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Categories: Musings.

Two Women

Two Women Explaining religious cosmogony, as to how the act of creation of the world was developed is common among many cultures. Out of nowhere, or perhaps by way of the Big Bang, or by some all-powerful deity, or more likely through the inspired imagination of past scholars, two alternate universes are described in the ancient testament. There are commonalities. In the beginning, there was nothing. From that, the omnipotent deity began to fashion all manner of life. In the first creation story, he commands and all things are formed, the last being man and woman. In the second creation
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Categories: Musings.

It is what it is

It is what it is How one reflects upon the past in relation to the present is based on personal perception and philosophy. From another standpoint, the matter is also about temporal reality. Regardless, whatever life one lives, at the time, it is what it is. As a child in Hungary, I didn’t know anything about owning a telephone, a television, never mind an automobile. Nor did I know that there were other races in my world besides people who cared about me; that included the man who had black skin and was the porter at the railway station. Yet,
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Categories: Musings.

Seeking a new dwelling

Seeking a new dwelling   Falling, falling, falling … Hurling through the cosmos, His ineffable wings unfurl to catch the wind As he searches with radar eyes For the perfect place To unearth his new dwelling.   Lower and lower he descends Overlooking the ancient structures of worship: First being Gobeldi Tebe near Sanhurfa. Then onto the Palace of Knossos in Crete, And the Temple of Amas in Nubia. Soaring onward to the Ggantija Temple and the Megalithic Hagar Qim of Malta He next heads off to the Temple of Hatshepsut Beneath the cliffs at Deir el-Bahri of Egypt  –
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Categories: Poetry.

Her Story

Her Story If you were to journey to her haven, far from the city gates, what questions would you ask of her?  And if she were to look deep into your eyes with her piercing dark ones and respond with that enigmatic smile, how could you be satisfied with her words, “It was long ago. It no longer matters.” Instead, I believe you would persuade her with other questions, until she would finally relent and tell her tale: I was born in a fishing town where my father held a prominent position. Being the only child, he encouraged me to
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Categories: Marlie Stories.

In the Tall Grass

In the Tall Grass     Stretched long in the tall grass Embraced by yellow dandelions And wild purple violets flown from Grandmother’s heavenly garden ˗ His Cat nose sores high To sense the lilac scented breeze While his green Cat eyes Survey his tame domain.   The creak of a near-by opening door Distracts his Cat ears ˗ Searching for the gay women And the two young girls Home schooled, Playing in mid-day alone On unsteady roller blades Along the lazy street.   Echoing through the cacophony Of whirls and shouts and giggles The man in the balcony spews
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Categories: Poetry.