Do not think to doubt that we are the stuff of dreams.
The dreamer dreaming himself. Man is mind. Mind is most awake while body sleeps. There comes a point at which the dreamer no longer recognizes day walking mind from sleepwalking mind. That is the great alchemical pivotal moment in which we find ourselves in the most unlikely of places and anything can happen. I'm there now. I see you, sleeping self. Am I awake as I type this now? Can you hear me? The dream twists on and where then are you? Get up, rise up, shake off these tired bones. Weave the dream that you've not dared to dream. Decide to allow, to allow yourself to be as only self can be. Trust in the way that your dreaming leads. ~author K. Day *copyright Illusionbreak Photography
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Let us never hasten toward the unknown.
Nor let us run from what haunts us. Let us never chase after our heart's desires or hide from what we've sewn... Be like the thistle on the wind or the leaf upon the water of the stream. Let your spirit and body flow where it will and for heaven's sake, never think to argue with the sister fates. For truly in living this way, you will know peace. It's a harder feat than it may seem, to just BE. Steady on now, child...you were made for this. And fighting will only wring you out cold. In your fragility, there is strength. In your honesty, you are bold. ~author K. Day *photographer Jade Noir "You're not afraid of the dark, my darling.
You never have been. You're afraid of the thoughts that race through your mind when you are in the dark. With all the outer lights gone, you're forced to take a hard look at what twisted beasties and grim little phantoms parade through your mind. Your own fear is more nefarious than the natural quiet darkness that surrounds you." ~author K. Day *photographer Jade Noir I've been pushed and pulled, tugged at and discarded, reached for and dropped more times than I can count. There is cruelty in indecision and empty promises. Their words are like air, having no weight and hardly match my own, which are stable and fertile as the earth. I am conflicted. Why does the heart love those who swallow my purity whole and spit me out tainted without a single blow to their own conscience? I am not a masochist. And I've no interest in unrequited love. I am a simple magical little thing. I love effortlessly and completely, unconditionally. And therein lies my fault. I'm slow to anger and have no capacity for grudges. This leaves me vulnerable to those who carry their own agendas and miseries on their backs like hermit crabs, who are all too content to move from one scenario to another on a whim or due to the slightest disruption to their comfort. I need to learn to grow thorns or surely I will be left only an apparition of my former self. A ghost. A haunted troubled thing. Lo, that I am halfway there sends chills through the core of me. I know now this: I will never rush upon the double edged blade of love again. Rather, I think I'd better learn the dance and guard myself for the treasure I am. No one else will do it for me. There are no heroes. And I cannot allow the story to end this way. It's time to change the plot. ~author K. Day It is, I think perhaps a cruelty to teach children fairytales...
Little girls who hear them risk meeting broken heart after broken heart as age finds them. The thin hateful line between what is whimsy and what is real. Teach them instead the mythos and the hero stories of old. Let them know David and Achilles and Perseus...Artemis, Andromeda and Atalanta. Pray you, bring them to know that true love's kiss is the fastest way to fall into the great sleep, and surely it is the riveting clamoring heartache that wakes the comatose sleeping beauty every time. So wake up, braveheart! Wake up, get up, to your feet, child! You are far from done here. And your story awaits your next movements. Waste no time to longing. Give no pace to the beating of your wounded heart. Rather pick up your armor, take up your sword, get back up on that horse and ride. RIDE!!! ~author K. Day *photographer Jennifer Crowder model K. Day "In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.” ~In the Desert by Stephan Crane Oh, dear heart... You didn't have your heart torn out. Rather, it was you who tore your own heart out to give it to someone else, someone trusted without having earned as much. And the human did as humans will do. Now the bloody thing you hold in your hands so faintly resembles the pure radiant heart you remember. That is because it is not. It is not the same heart and you are not the same fool. That careless self sacrifice was as a wise woman told me, "a slow suicide". You died to yourself the moment you decided to live for someone else. Own that regardless their carelessness or actions that hurt you, it is your decision which led to where you now stand. You. The phrase, "eat your heart out" never made so much sense as it does here and now. But now is all you have, love, and here in this self examination and shame you cannot stay. Know the balance of responsibility, accept your part in your choice, but gently, oh so gently move forward. Time waits for no man. And you have so much more to give. Let this be a lesson: never cut out a piece of yourself for someone else. They will drop it every time. ~author K. Day |
AuthorPresently my works are published here on my official website The Alchemist and the Butterfly and have been printed and published a few times in anthologies and magazines, two of which can be found in The Library of Congress (The earliest of which from when I was 14). Just a few of my most notable quotes..."Show me where grows the wildest parts of you. It's there I will plant my message."
~ K. Day, 2016 "And just like that, she decided to make each scar count, every shortcoming an unplanned miracle, every broken seam a window... And in an instant she was changed forever." ~K. Day, 2017 "When your whole world is upside down, just learn to walk on your hands. At least your feet are in the clouds. After all, isn't that as good as flying?" ~K. Day, 2017 "May the ripples of my good deeds be such that those who know my name will see me dancing on the edge of their thoughts, even long after my body is gone." ~K. Day, 2015 "He who leaves himself behind wears a different sort of crown." ~K. Day, 2017 "Artists tend to dig our own graves with our tongues... we passionately lack the ability to hold them when we see truth." ~K. Day, 2014 "People underestimate the POWER of transparency, the triumph of exposure, the honor in openness." ~K. Day, 2015 "We birth our ideas, nurture and then send them out into the world. Very much so are our works our children, we who are the artists and the thinkers and the scientists... there is an innate understanding that once we release them, they no longer belong to us. We have to be willing to let them go. And if we prepared them well, surely what comes back to us will sound like praises and feels not so dissimilar from the way a parent feels, swollen with pride for their children." ~K. Day, 2015 "The greatest story ever told is us. It's all of us. Never stop telling it." ~K. Day, 2014 "My heroes don't wear capes; it would just get in the way of their wings." ~Kat Day, 2013 "Growing up, I was the little girl with unicorns on my bed and skeletons in my closet." ~K. Day, 2014 "I was 19 and I already knew who I was." ~K. Day, 2011 "Art's voice hasn't gotten stronger...but I think more people are listening. And that's the perfect time to show them a mirror." ~K. Day, 2015 "Don't lean against mirrors. You might fall in. Always avoid cracks in the ground. Don't linger in doorways or walk under ladders. And never wear crosses unless you're sure a vampire is stalking you." ~K. Day, 2015 {satirical excerpt from a work in progress} "I'd sooner chase a thousand adventures with you than admit to being an adult for one hour on a good day. You slay the dragons - I'll do the housework. It's a good trade." ~K. Day, 2012 "If we wear our rain boots when we wade through our dreams, how will we ever forget we have feet? How will we remember we can fly? Caution is over-rated." ~K. Day, 2015 "Sometimes you can see yourself falling a split second before it all comes crashing down around your ankles...and sometimes, you don't want to stop falling." ~K. Day, 1999 "The woman is a ferocious beast. She shines so bright it hurts to look too close. Yet her bones are like glass, her heart light as air. Her words are like roots that meander through the neglected places of the mind and her tongue is only sharp when their pourage is too cold." ~K. Day, 2015 "We'll ultimately discover that we are little more than figments of our own imaginations." ~K. Day, 2015 "When we have all forgotten how to be human, we should ask the animals. They have always been best at reminding us who we really are." ~K. Day "Maybe we should wear our hearts on strings so we don't get our boots wet... No? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense to tiptoe around love either. Real love is ugly beautiful messy. We have to learn to appreciate the mess." ~K. Day, 2015 "For all that is a part of me, for all of which I am comprised, I am grateful and hope to honor that through my gentleness toward myself and the world around me." ~K. Day, 2015 "I'm not afraid to die over the truth. I'm afraid to live in a lie." ~K. Day, 2013 "And they took from him his golden crown which shined so bright it taunted the darkness and shadowy things. They covered it with dung and sticks and placed it back upon his head saying, 'See what has been done here...we have saved you, the darkness will forget you.' But then so did all the world. Woe to the day that evil determined no bird shall keep for himself his own gilded wings." ~K. Day, 2015 "Remember, there is always light in dark places. So long as people draw breath, they will search for their truest selves, which is love." ~K. Day, 2015 "Never stop shining, even through times of tears and bitter words. For it is often when we are our most vulnerable that we are also at our most beautiful. And what an honor for all of those who are allowed to witness you rise, again and again. The breath of love propel your life always forward, the heart of a mother and a father beat ever steady in your chest, and may your memory long surpass your body through the mouths of those who knew you." ~ K. Day, 2015 "I will confound them. I will rattle their gilded cages and shake their very foundations. I will make myself so present the world will never be the same again." ~K. Day, 2015 "Expectation... I learned it can steal one's joy. This applies just as much to life as to tending the land. We understand that the seed is designed to grow and what elements should facilitate for that growth. But nature is beautifully imperfect and it's taught me that each seed has it's own internal clock, which differs even from its brother's. The plants are not so unlike us. Expectations kill everything. We must observe and participate in a constant state of childlike wonderment if we wish to know the true potential of nature." ~K. Day, 2016 "And then she told them all they had to do all along was believe in themselves. It was the only way." ~K. Day, 2016 Archives
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