.smoke that thunders
One of the clearest memories I have is my 6th birthday in Africa. We went to Victoria Falls, one of the seven wonders of the natural world. This is where I developed my fear of heights and showers. The waterfalls are massive. As I stood there, carefully holding the wisteria-wrapped railing, I saw the enormity of the world, and the smallness of myself. I remembered my mind just opening up.. That whole place was so gorgeous, Eden couldn’t have been more perfect.
My experience at Victoria Falls was both a fearful and fearless one. At that time, I realized how great God is, how He created such a marvelous, thunderous… and how He created little, ‘ole 6 year old me. There was beauty in both of us.
.poverty
When I was younger, I never equated poverty with lack of funds. Poverty was and is a mentality, not an economic state.
I grew up in extremes. In my childhood, I experienced lavish wealth, with housekeepers and nannies and gardeners and personal cooks. I had Christmases filled with presents, and took vacations around the world. After the safaris and shopping trips, my mother and I spent her last years living with my grandma, in a shotgun house in the Deep South. We often scrapped together nickels and dimes and pennies to buy .39 cheeseburgers from the nearby fast food joint. We were strapped for money more times than not, but we were never poor.
The most important thing my mother gave me, besides entrance into the world, was a world view. She exposed me to different cultures, and mentalities. I understood that the world was immerse, and that no one is as limited as they believe. I rejected the idea of poverty as a lifestyle.
When I was younger, I was so in love with science fiction. I wanted to be a scientist, aboard a star ship (think Star Trek), and seek out new civilizations. Now, I’d settle for understanding my own.
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Who Is She?
Who: My name is Kyo, and I am a writer. The kind of writer who went to school to study other writers, who won awards, and then fell into the dark hole of Writer’s Block. Then, after several years of staring into the darkness, I became the kind of writer who digs herself out. This is my story.
Why: I created this site to wax poetic about my every day life. Everyday, I’m writing, parenting, following Christ, watching Star Trek, and finding fresh ways to do the same old tasks. I write because it’s part of my definition.
What: Here, you will find my writing style. Here, you will find ideas that move me. Here, you will find pictures that mute me. Here, you will find laughter, and knowing nods, and shifty glances. And sarcasm.
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