Kat

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Drums, Pa, United States
My heart is on my sleeve and my soul is on paper. Please be kind to those around you, we are all glass.

The richness of sybolism

The richness of sybolism
Telling my story with no words

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Blog me

So, I finally got off my duff and completed my book. This is largely due to my Nataliya who actually asked for the book for her birthday 2 years in a row and finally got it this time!
It is a collection of all my blogging, ranting, thoughts, confessional poetry and everything but the kitchen sink...well maybe even that.
What i need is some help getting published. When i used to use myspace as my medium i had a lot of feedback but not so much now on facebook and blogger. I need to know what you think of my stuff. you can visit my old stuff at www.myspace.com/katpsu or most recently on here. The book is about 50 pages and even has a cover that i designed. Its one of the few things i actually completed and i am beyond proud.
I need your feedback and to know if you would even buy a book like that. I need any help i can get with knowing how to go about getting publishers to look at my stuff so i know you people know loads of good stuff and i am asking for help! Thanks.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Carl Rogers is awesome

The majority of interpersonal problems in the civilized world come from conditions of worth being placed on us especially during the formative years of childhood.
Conditions of worth, an idea conceived by Carl Rogers, is basically when you consider someone with positive regard based on their actions. In other words, if you do what I want you to, I will love you. When I heard this it struck me and I will never forget that moment. This is a huge realization for all of us.
We do it to others because it’s what we know, it's what has been done to us. It destroys the spirit of exploration, wonder, imagination and confidence we are all born with. We become broken, sad, angry, we overcompensate, hang our heads low or way too high to cover the insecurity.
How different would you be, would you act or treat yourself and others if you had no conditions of worth or knew true unconditional love?

Bathtub

I could go crazy right here, right now in this bathtub. I could never speak again. I could hold my book, feel the water climb down my back and dim my eyes to the lullaby of candlelight. I could easily do this as I think my thoughts of this world…why it spins this way and how we can make it better. Just the symptoms of the last ten hours; the surprising tears brought by hearing the Carpenters, remembering my dad singing it and knowing I must have been the most loved girl in the world. Thinking about the statue of liberty and wondering why her sentiment was endearing then when people passed by on boats in big hats drenched in sepia tones waiting to change their names at Ellis Island. Why is it not so now? I am going to continue to plight of the statue, I will take your poor, your refuse. Thinking I don’t want stale love, there will be a way to keep it fresh and I will not accept or give less.