The Tao of Kat — streaming consciousness . . . and a few hairballs

Big Shooz

What do you get when you cross two clowns, a morning radio show and the internet? A podcast . . . and a helluva lot more sleep. [Click image to read the post]

Voiceover

Need a distinctive voice that cuts through the clutter and makes people listen? From edgy to smooth, The Kat can deliver your message at a rate you can afford. CONTACT him for a quote.[Click image to read the post]

Plato’s Cave

East Coast Style. Either you got it or you don’t. You’ll like it or you won’t. Join Cal & The Kat as they try to find their way out of Plato's Cave where laughter is the light. [Click image to read the post]

A Pocketful of Poetry and Prose

Buy the Book! Read the Ride. You'll enjoy the rhythms of the open road in verse, feeling the writer's beating heart as though you were riding with him along the road of love a mile. [Click image to read the post]

Trim

Welcome to Trim, where the winds of change are forever blowing. Join Di as she shares her travels, her tales and her secrets to getting Trim! [Click image to read the post]

Mirror Down the Hall

Peer inside and eavesdrop on Laurie and Kat's candid conversations through soul-searching, sarcasm and silliness. [Click image to read the post]

Turquoise – A Love Story

by The Kat on March 10, 2010

in Magazine Articles

as featured in the March/April 2010 issue of Cowgirl Magazine available in Barnes & Noble, Borders and other national outlets

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Sky blue stones of hardened hope adorn the warriors’ throats, wrists and arrow tips as their shattered dreams of yesteryear flash like cedar shafts fletched with despair. Mother Earth’s translucent tears are laced together in the dark web of pain she weeps for errant children long since scattered by the four winds.

Few listen to her whispers. Few feel the shame or the pressure of the past. Few see the truth that floats upon the fragile robin’s egg shaped by the First People’s hands. So glows the turquoise soul sinking beneath the amber waves of grain on Turtle Island.

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Excerpts from Previous Posts

I wouldn’t think twice about using this lumpy and lethargic fur ball as a head cover for a three wood. Too bad I don’t golf. The only reason her precious pet is still sucking oxygen through its asymmetrical snaggle-toothed smirk is that it does have moments of pseudo-worth when it finally decides to come down from its purring pedestal and grace me with its perpetually aloof presence.
The Kat
Buddha on the Banister