Whispering Ink
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Kim Petersen is a USA Today Bestselling Author, author of The Ascended Angels Chronicles, and co-author of the Stone the Crows series. Her debut novel, Millie's Angel received a gold award in the 2017 Dan Poynter's Global eBook Awards. She loves empty beaches, summer storms, big shady trees, and music not necessarily in that order. Reading books is an obsession, and great movies and..
Whispering Ink
1y ago
We need more like him.
In the late 80s to early 90s, the 40th birthday bashes were in full swing. I was much younger, of course, far from the baby boomers in my life who faced the reality that they were no longer the youth revolution. It was inevitable. None of us can rebel against time no matter how hard we buck and yell. Besides, they had their Woodstock and their sexual revolution, and let me tell you, whatever that symbolized for them reflected in their midlife celebrations.
Hendrix. Joplin. The Who. Zeppelin. Jefferson Airplane. Cocker.
Baby boomers knew how ..read more
Whispering Ink
1y ago
Some people take you to oblivion.
“I feel you. Your sun it shines.”
Remember the 1993 Depeche Mode song, I Feel You?
It’s a dark, brooding fusion of provocative lyrics and industrial textured rock and roll that takes you where you want to go, and it’s downright sexy.
“I feel you. Within my mind.”
If I selected a theme song for this piece, this is it.
Check it out:
It was uncanny.
I encountered “just an ordinary guy” who turned out to be anything but typical.
At least, to me.
I didn’t know him from a bar of soap. I didn’t see him coming and wasn’t looking for him. Yet, his ..read more
Whispering Ink
1y ago
Damn, I wish there were more of them.
I love women.
Men say it all the time. They’ll often tell their buddies, openly declare it to women, and sometimes even announce it via their social media accounts. Despite that they clearly have not encountered every woman in the world.
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I love women.
He speaks.
But what does he mean?
Does the man mean it literally? If so, that would mean he is devoid of even the slightest hint of misogyny gathering in the recesses of his being.
Apologies. More than once, I have questioned if such a man exists. &nb ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
“I am covered in skin.
No one gets to come in.
Pull me out from inside.
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding.”
– Lyrics from Colorblind by The Counting Crows.
We are over-complicators existing beneath self-created blinders. The world keeps turning. Time slips by as we leave our prints upon the days and nights of yesterday.
We sift and sort as we move through life. Some of us analyze and reflect, others blame, scream and argue. Complications arise to push us towards evolution. Babies are born. Death is everywhere. Love and connection come calling to rattle our senses.
Pain passes f ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Last night, I attended a Shamanic Drumming circle. It had been a few months since I had joined circle. When my friend Catherine mentioned the upcoming session, I didn’t hesitate — something inside me recognized the need for the soul-cleansing and inner-healing these sacred drumming circles bring to my psyche.
It was the black dog.
I knew that spending two hours in a sacramental environment listening to our Shaman teachers speak of shedding, soul-growth and revitalization would provide the perfect outlet to get away from myself; away from thought, feelings a ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
Blood Legends Episode One
“She had a way of bringing me undone.”
“Did you ever want to step into someone else’s feet?”
I tore my eyes from the gulls screeching above the waves that crashed against the jagged rocks, their wings beating against the briny air as they swooped the water’s surface looking for a meal. A faint smile played over my lips.
“Don’t you mean shoes?”
The breeze captured Scarla’s platinum locks as amber eyes settled on me. Her smile was as meek as mine, dissolving just as fast when she dropped her gaze to grab a handful of sand. My throat restricted. The wind instantl ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
Sometimes, you have to let it go.
When I first met my husband, we both had ex-partners floating around the sidelines of our lives. Having people on the sidelines is like moonlighting — they appear in your life as distractions, or as leisurely pursuits with mutual understanding that the relationship is on the fly.
That’s not to undervalue those people in any way. Everything for a purpose, right?
My husband had enough moonlighting going on to fill a sin bin, so I can’t be overly confident that his sideliners fulfilled anything meaningful, other than sex.
I couldn’t escape them. We managed ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
How you perceive the world needs to be seeded from the inside.
No one can see the world as you do, and within that canvas we all share, you are the producer of your own reality, a world only you can carry. Add another pair of eyes, and you find yourself with two frames, with two realms of interpretations, with two worlds ready to collide. That’s perspective.
And there’s a gap between perception and reality.
The state of things you believe to be true is, in fact, nothing more but a small portion of the bigger truth. A truth no human ever had access to, nor could hope to hold in the palms o ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
“When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.” ― Maya Angelou
Helping others seems like a strange way to work on your writing but please stick with me and let me explain.
Something happens in my brain when I work on someone else’s writing. I’m objective because it’s not my work so I know nothing about it. I’m reading like a reader would, but I’m also reading as a writer looking for flaws. I think about point of view, tense, punctuation, grammar, dialogue, character, story line. I’m conscious of arcs, inconsistencies, structure. I read for so many things and not always ..read more
Whispering Ink
2y ago
Some connections never die.
“Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.”
— Paulo Coelho The idea of having lived before can be difficult to wrap your head around. As humans, we’re so ingrained in the here and now; caught up in our current life drama. That’s completely normal. It’s easy to believe that this present physical life is the only reality. It’s not as if we have tangible evidence to prove that we once walked the earth in a different skin in another lifetime, any more than we have concrete memories of knowing someone before actua ..read more