Category Archives: the poet in me

a bit of this and a bit of that.

Here is a selection of updates, a buffet of thoughts if you will:

1. I recently took up running and was loving it, but unfortunately being a Mahoney means rubber bands for knees and I hurt my left knee. I went to the Dr. today, my usually prompt self was late to my appointment because I was so enthralled by a tight-rope walker on the Today show that I had to stay and watch. I eventually made it to the Dr and she told me I have something called “Runners Knee”, which sounds made up considering it happened while I was running. Yeah sure..”runners knee”…oh and “tennis elbow”, could there also be “bowling shoulder” or “basketball ankle”? She gave me one of those red stretchy things to begin stretches and I have to go to physical therapy, so Kate should be back at it in no time!

2. I am pretty excited because tonight is Pirate Night in Kid’s Church. The idea for Pirate Night came to me when kid’s kept stealing each other’s Fire Bucks (fake money we give as rewards that they spend at our store). We are going to have Pirate Pete tell us how he use to pillage, plunder and steal until he accepted Jesus into his pirate heart and now instead of stealing he gives to others. That is pretty great, right? It’s going to be a great night.

3. I have officially begun Step 4 in Celebrate Recovery which is the Spiritual and Moral Inventory. It is challenging, frustrating, confusing, amazing and wonderful somehow all in one. I am discovering new depths spiritually and new intimacy with Christ. Last night the Holy Spirit showed me Isaiah 1 which is a truly poetic representation of the state I am currently in. The state that sin leaves you in. The state which Christ finds us and rescues us. The state of humility and the end of ourselves. The beginning of restoration and renewal. Clean. New. Life. Hope. Peace. Healing. All for me.

–Why should you be beaten anymore?
Why do you persist in rebellion?
Your whole head is injured,
your whole heart afflicted.

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head
there is no soundness—
only wounds and welts
and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged
or soothed with oil.

“Come now, let us reason together,”
says the LORD.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.

If you are willing and obedient,
you will eat the best from the land;

but if you resist and rebel,
you will be devoured by the sword.”
For the mouth of the LORD has spoken–



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Special unspoken without sound

I am having a hard time writing on my blog as of late. There are so many things that are heavy on my heart and unfortunately are too personal to type into a blog for just any ol person to read and know about me and possibly blackmail me with. When things are on a girls mind it is impossible to switch them off and move on to other things. They just sit and simmer, waiting for some kind of change, some kind of breakthrough and a hope for some control. I think that until some of these boiling pots in my life cool down I won’t be able to just post the same old silly stuff as I usually do. Until that time here is a poem about fall, by me.

Yellow leaves, sleepy bees

Orange and red trees

Blankets, cheese and kisses

Blue above, grey deep down

Animals, walks, and adventures with you

When to say no, when to say yes, let go and find joy

Eye lashes, pink cheeks, and a plum scarf on a windy day

Babies, weddings, prescriptions, promises, needing You

Inspire assurance in what I hope for, and give me room to breathe.


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The Best Summer Ever.

I have loved this summer. I have made incredible friendships, laughed really hard, had some late nights, ate me my fair share of pancakes, enjoyed Rockies games, concerts, art shows, and pool time with a few good books and a fabulous husband.

I love summer. We are 3 days away from September officially marking the end of long, warm nights and walks around the pond with our bug zappers. It means the door is closed on all those camping trips, road trips and hikes we talked about. No more Sonic or star gazing in the damp grass. It means sweaters, hot chocolate and turning 25. The cold makes everyone anti-social, they all run inside and go to bed early.

Don’t forget me when the sun sets at 5 o’clock.


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Kate’s Happy Poem by (Percy) Shelley Jones

“Kate, Kate

The Day is new

Part the grey skies and

Welcome the blue

Happy, Happy

I hope you’ll be

Each time you read

This poem from me.”


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I want to unfold

I am too alone in the world -Rainer Maria Rilke

I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;

and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being,
and never to be too blind or too old
to hold your heavy, swaying image.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded, there I am lie.
And I want my meaning
true for you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I studied
closely for a long, long time,

like a word I finally understood,
like the pitcher of water I use every day ,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the deadliest storm of all.

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