The River

Gliding gently down the river
Taking in each moment
Appreciating the beauty
That can only be seen
Off the beaten path.
Peace and comfort
Welcome me here
With open arms.
~Kristy Turnage ~

Trees

Twisting branches
Reaching out
Towering tall
Sheltering those
That seek
It's refuge.
~Kristy Turnage~

A New Day

It’s a new day.
Full of possibilities...and new chances…
The slate has been wiped clean.
A canvas ready to be painted…
Ready to be filled with the bright, radiant colors of life…
This day can be filled with laughter...
The kind that is genuine and full of life...
This day can be spent with the knowledge...
That this~is a day of purpose...
Orchestrated and destined…long before this day ever drew near.
This day holds hope in its hand.
Hope for a better appreciation of time.
Time that should never be taken for granted.
Life lived with purpose is the goal...
Love given and love received...
Unconditionally~woven throughout this day.
No longer held back with yesterday’s decisions or worries...
Today is the day of new beginnings....
Not to be spent with over-analyzing or dissecting motives...
But to~just~be~lived.
So live this day to the fullest....
No regrets....
Carpe diem...
Seize the day.

Kristy Turnage
03/11/2013

 

Just The Ramblings Of A Writer

I know what its like to...hold on...
When all else fails...
To hold to that very thing that...sustains you...
That keeps you grounded and centered...
During those times of heartache...and pain...
I have clung to even the most minute ounce of hope.
I have held out for the impossible...
I have sought after the incredible...
I have trusted in truth...
I know what its like to...let go...
To just let be...what shall be...
To stop struggling within...with insecurities...
With doubt...with indecision...
To just lay down all the hurts...
All the pain...all the dreams...
I know what it's like to question...
My very purpose...my reason for being...
So many..."Why me" moments...
Are now behind me...gone...
From even those...lessons are learned.
I heard someone say once...
That its the creative...artistic folks...in life...
That seem to struggle the most.
I almost laughed...not sure what the actual stats are on that study...
Just know that we all have our fair share.
Life at times...has a way of handing out some crappy cards.
But I also know what it is to be thankful...
For a heritage that is beyond measure...
For a family that loves without question...
For friendships that are beyond words...
For experiences and opportunities that have made me...me.
Some amazing...some not so kind...and some beyond description...
For the simple pleasures in life...
For heart-felt moments...
For words shared...
But most importantly...
For the...unspoken.


Kristy Turnage
8/20/2011

The dichotomy of...me.

When in doubt...write...right? That has always been my moto...my escape to some degree....my outlet...my way of expressing...my thoughts...my dreams...my heart...me. When the heaviness of my world...weights as boulders upon my shoulders...giving me no relief...I write...I pour it out...the words that demand to be said...spoken...as if I have no say-so at all ...in the matter. A burden so heavy at times that I find that I am a slave to the weight...to the words. Writing is my way of pouring it all out...all that is...in me...all that is...me.  Some things...I welcome...the letting go of...good riddance...I can't let go fast enough...and then there are times that I find...that I FIGHT...within myself....to hold onto...for just a bit longer...to those things that I deemed...as necessary...as real...those things that...to me went beyond description...beyond explanation...beyond labels...beyond words. Dichotomy...oh how I have grown to hate that word...cause for me it represents...a division...a separation...of what I thought...verses...what I think...what I know...do you know just how frustrating that is?  Wishing I could whip the slate clean...un-do....all that...has undone me. To not know...what I know...Oh how delusional that sounds...knowing that we can't learn the lesson...without the test...have the resolution...minus the trial...have the victory...without the battle scars...to feel nothing but love...and none of the lose. If only it was as simply as writing it all out...and being done with it. Life...sometimes is just not that easy. As if...putting it on paper...could erase all of life's hurts...all the pain...all the deception...some hurts can't let go of us so easily...some I guess we have to trust that time will take care of.

Kristy Turnage
5/27/2011

Unique

Truly...we are all a part of something...
That is so much greater...than ourselves.
Greater than what we could ever imagine...
Yet, still defined by the power of one.

K.Turnage
5-15-2011

Still Learning

I have come to realize that sometimes...and maybe even most times...that it's in the valley's of our lives...and when we are at our weakest...that we really find out how great our God is...and what He is capable of...how strong He is...and just how far His love reaches. If you know me at all...then you know that I am hands down...a Daddy's girl. Now don't think for one minute that I care any less for my Mama...cause I don't...but I am reconciled to the fact that a Daddy's girl...I am. For those that know my family...then you know that my father can no longer walk on his own...his speech is severely impaired...and he can no longer see as he once could. My mother is his primary caregiver 24 hours a day...everyday. On Sunday...Father's Day...in the midst of having all my family over for the Father's Day celebration, my mama shared this precious truth with me. If my memory serves me correctly...we were talking about diets (of all things)...when the conversation changed quickly as mama said..."Kristy, I told your daddy this morning...that I pray to God every morning...that He(God)...will help me...to be strong enough "today"...to take care of him(my daddy)"...and that one statement touched my heart. It went to the very core of who I am. I honestly, don't think she even realized just how much that one sentence moved me. How many of us are that selfless? To pray for strength for ourselves is one thing...but to pray for strength...for someone else...I admit...that goes beyond my normal scope of prayer. Forgive me, Lord. At 40...I am still learning from my folks...on how to live...how to love...and how to trust...and for that I am so ever thankful!

Kristy Turnage
5/8/2011