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Karen Campbell
@kccreates.bsky.social
Nomadic storyteller, choosing light over darkness, doing good stuff for others whenever/wherever I can
September 9, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Each
-Music festival
-Gallery walk through
-Fireside convo
-Drive through the mountains
-Hike along a bubbling brook
-Big breath at the height of a hike
-Meal made in laughter with love
-Helping hand (including storage unit cleaning, garden tending, info sending, and able body lending)

Is an act
September 7, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Some days, we shout. Some need a little less serious, and some call for sudden retreat. Some days we soar with the eagle. Some days it’s all about turtle power.
July 1, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Feeling grateful for those who add the zest to my tossed salad life, nourishing me with their knowledge, laughter, and love.
June 30, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Imagined scarcities of time robbed me of too many stories left untold because I could not wait for the magic to unfold. Seeing the sparkle ready to ignite another insight, I, too frequently snuffed and rebuffed and was on my way,
June 29, 2025 at 1:20 PM
“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” (Soap opera fans will know the source for that one in seconds.) Since we currently seem to be in shifting sand/times, I find footing by remembering my foundation.
June 28, 2025 at 12:30 PM
I’ve never been a big fan of gold except in a sunrise or sunset when it bathes all it touches in a brilliance demanding attention and, often, awe. Makes me giddy to think of what’s next in my golden years!
June 27, 2025 at 12:17 PM
Been spending a lot of time in the garden and the evidence is mounting that something has stolen my heart.
June 26, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Mom had a tremendous fear of snakes. She would run from the room during Wild Kingdom if there was even a threat of one appearing. She also couldn’t smell skunks. It’s almost like her body decided it was best to rid her life of pests!

If only dealing with the human kind were so simple!
June 25, 2025 at 10:59 AM
I will never settle for a box of 12, knowing there’s a 64. I’ll use what I have. But I’ll work for more.
June 24, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Ahhh alliteration … the poet’s prey and playground.
June 23, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Eclectic Saturday translates into eclectic Sunday daily poetry post. Pride Festival in the morning…Farm to table dinner in a barn… Then faced with the news of war. Strange day grappling with beauty and the beast.
June 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Saturday reflections: I am the granddaughter of sharecroppers. A daughter with only a 10-year-old’s memories of life before great loss. And yet I know I’m privileged. I have listened, learned, and loved. In choosing paths and friends, I have chosen well. I am grateful.
June 21, 2025 at 11:30 AM
June 20, 2025 at 1:17 PM
Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math has gone from STEM to STREAM in the education world with the addition of Reading and Arts. And every facet can be experintially explored in a garden.
June 19, 2025 at 10:55 AM
You never know what awaits around the next corner.
June 18, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Attentiveness is a luxury in which I frequently indulge now that I’m more retired than semi. I thoroughly enjoy how in one day both the mundane and a moment on a walk can inspire.

I’ll leave what they convey to the interpreters and interpreted.
June 17, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Prepping a property to live on means there’s always plenty of debris to clear. Yesterday, I collected the aftermath of fallen trees and noticed one bloom standing proud, alone in the chaos. Today, during my daily discipline of writing something (not always good but something), I saw parallels.
June 16, 2025 at 12:20 PM
Sometimes my daily chores overlap with the day’s news and provide prompts for my daily practice of poetry writing.
June 13, 2025 at 12:23 PM
My friend is ok, but the deer that darted in front of her car is not. I began my day with a walk that included waves from Blackeyed Susans. I ended it with my friend and a delayed supper under the stars watching fireflies bob and weave. In between was the wreck. Yin and yang, baby, yin and yang.
June 12, 2025 at 12:10 PM
With representatives deaf to my pleas for sanity, on Saturday, I’ll take to the street and peacefully add myself to the growing thong. If I can’t be heard, I’ll at least be counted.
June 11, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Haikus are the poetry challenge today - how to encapsulate a sea of emotions in three lines confined to five, then seven, then five syllables.
June 10, 2025 at 12:05 PM
June 8, 2025 at 11:13 AM
David Stathairn is amazing in Charleston’s Spoleto festival presentation of “Remember This: The Lesson of Jan Karski.”
June 7, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Nothing like witnessing the sunrise to celebrate being “woke.”
June 7, 2025 at 11:27 AM