Enough of Us
Stories for Our Mindfulness and Gratitude
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I was finalizing Blissful Vibes. Our Euphoric Moments of Laughter. Rereading shared laughter was a divine elixir and savored.
A passion to write professionally for decades remained steadfast. The last decade, my genres were suited to a broader market. Sporadic journaling about gratitude underscored a different ebb and flow.
No regrets or self-scolding. No worries. Something snafued my prime attention.
“Now was the time.” Messages arrived peacefully.
Kindred spirits provided affirmations. Our heart EQ exuded wisdom. We were self-aware, motivated, empathic, and better socializers. Buddha-like skills and warm fuzzies worked favorably.
Neuroscience and metaphysical summits reaffirmed acquired foresight. Increased use of our prefrontal cortex happened with IQ and EQ. Our emotional landscape and navigating challenges increased. I was humbled in milliseconds.
I penned grateful journals. Developing stories included beholden feelings. Everything manifested—mystically, naturally, and synchronistically.
“It was time” and “enough of us” became compelling offerings. My rejuvenation of short stories began simultaneously.
Lofty Peaks and Draconian Valleys
A weekly memoir captured their pivotal moments. Raw, unsettling emotions and persistent hopes were penned willfully.
Paused from writing. 2:22 is a numerology sign. We are on the right path. Johnny and I console. “There is no such thing as no coincidence.” My sister-friend of 50 years repeated that phrase—decades ago! This year, our angst evolved…
Maggie’s painful pregnancy was stressful. Joseph was born, hospitalized for months, and died on the birthday of her sister-friend.
Eventually, their premature Joseph ensured a mystical healing. Maggie and Johnny never lost hope throughout the hazy despair.
“Enough of us” arrived with their lofty peaks and draconian valleys. This refrain reaffirmed a forthcoming hope…
A Whispered Endowment
Shawn wrote thoughtfully. An affectionate reverence began after his twin died.
Shawn met people declaring his family lineage insured a longer lifespan. He battled mourning when Eric died unexpectedly at twenty-eight.
Shawn harbored soulful remnants. He pursued inspirational writing, knowing Eric wanted releases of traumatic remnants. Shawn sipped coffee with a healthier breakfast. Muses began. His resolute choice was inscribing endowments.
~ ~ Met 91 year-old twins. Jamaican caregivers. Spontaneous dialogues. Zany with a doggie sporting an attitude. Lifted my cryptic veil and come-back spirit ~ ~
The years passed. Shawn envisioned the hospice care. He laid in a womb-like position. Tears streamed.
“Love, sweet love…” Shawn’s raspy voice trailed into universal light. He cuddled to hear Eric’s voice.
“Our love. Treasured e-e-endowment…” he whispered. Sunlight crowned Eric's head with his last breath.
Today, Shawn coveted a return to soulful pages.
~ ~ Eric, you remain in perpetuity. Solace graced your being. My heart splintered. “Our love. Treasured e-e-endowment.” Your gifted words ~ ~
Writing rekindled flashbacks. “Love, sweet love…” Shawn hummed. Sun-kissed windows revealed a rainbow-prism in that exact moment…
Blindsided and Unexpected Revelations
Dillon shared candidly with his therapist. “Another moderation lesson. Freakish cramps happened in shallow waters. Did tapping and stretches. Blindsided! But, going the distance with a hell-bent (sic) attitude.”
Lulu offered compassion. “Blindsided. What counts? Resilience. Moving forward, even minuscule steps. Proud of your leaps! Now, release negative remnants… ”
The Gratuity of Domingo and Chia
Eagle Feather was daydreaming. “I miss you!”
At that minute, Ahanu called. The phone buzzed.
Ahanu was Algonguin for joy and mirth. They swapped witty stories and reminders. “Life is short.” “Honor attitude-shifting and presence.” Alanu became joyful with his stronger commitments.
Eagle Feather stopped self-badgering and received. Domingo and Chia’s gratuity was forthcoming…
Free Spirit and Rejuvenation
Janos scrawled clairvoyant soundbites. They were a free spirit reign, muting worldly chaos and Armageddon-like quirks of his overthinking.
Sunlight streamed through a window adornment. Bronzed baby shoes from his parents displayed a mesmerizing glow.
“Namaste. Eros and Aphrodite for love and beauty,” he remarked. “Eclectic parents introduced origins with Egyptians and the Greek Bronze Age…”
Janos touched his bronzed baby shoes. “Idyllic! Lofty writing.”
Like a hyped-up and electrified adolescent, Janos inscribed like a deuce. Effortless soundbites.
Believe without reservations. The mystique of a higher good – for oneself and our world…
Be mindful. Abundant health and serenity…
Money triggers a circadian cycle. Investments plant seeds for sprouting, flourishing, and prosperity…
Witness the renewals within life force. Attend to how, when, and where…
Janos stopped writing, mirroring their quintessential look. Elijah was composting soundbites in Athens.
“Enough of us matters. We are mindful of ‘Asa’ as Reiki healers. Gratitude for our life odyssey and globetrotting…”
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About the Book
In a rare melange of alluring stories and intriguing photography, Karr invites readers into an imaginative world. The characters and scenarios resonate with their mystical peaks and camouflaged valleys. Lakota knew to call Dyami, his best friend. The past was past. Was it within reach to quell and overcome the power of mind chatter? Would Lakota foster enough stillness to honor Elsu? Tarone sipped a Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee and savored a mango smoothie mixed with ripe plantains. He began to talk aloud, as though his heavenly Mumz and Daddi were visiting at his breakfast table. Zora reread a doctor’s article. The penetrating insights about the “doctor within each of us” resonated. She made a conscious choice to realign her bucket list. “Absolutely! You cannot make up this stuff,” repeated Dimitri, trying to imitate Petra’s voice. “Hey, cool! Well, enough talk about the drama in my life. What have you been doing lately? Being playfully deviant? “Of course! Hey, last week I was…”
Enough of Us portrays this medley of short tales. They awaken and revitalize a humanitarian spirit in a fast-paced world that often obscures the irreplaceable moments along our life pilgrimage.
About the Author
PJ Karr, Ph.D. holds a doctorate from Ohio State University and bachelor’s from University of New Hampshire. Genres evolved from careers at Texas Woman’s University, Tufts, and Northeastern. Reiki and “open mics” resonate.
Accolades-Ohio State Career Teacher and Albert Nelson Lifetime Achievement. Enough of Us is her 12th book.