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I Know Nothing

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I know nothing except
the cat jumps into my lap every evening
and settles in,
purring as if all is right
in her cat-centric world.

I know nothing except
the feel of the pillow beneath my head
cushioning me,
holding me
for hours on end.

I know nothing except
the mockingbird has somehow decided
my yard is his,
and the rabbit that lives out back
has claimed what the mockingbird
has left open.

I know nothing except
the flavor of dark chocolate
still satisfies in a way that milk chocolate
doesn’t.

I know nothing except
my own heart this day
is full of roller-coaster feelings,
zig-zag and see-saw,
crest the hill,
careen down the other side,
and I know nothing except the fact
that I will hold on
and ride it as long as I possibly can.

Tomorrow, perhaps I will know something.
At least I may think I know something,
maybe something insignificant,
maybe something profound.
It happens sometimes
that I think I know.
And perhaps I do.

But today?
What do I know?
Nothing
except
I am breathing.
I am feeling.
I am here.
I am at peace.
I am.
-kh-

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Home

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Home is where I return
for peace,
for contentment.
It’s a real place
with an address,
an aroma,
a pillow I call mine.
Yet, deep down, I know
that place is not permanent,
and if I go away
to someplace new
or old,
my house can’t uproot itself
and come with me.
And what if I don’t make it back?
Home—it’s a real place
with a real face,
but then again,
it’s more than that.
It’s where I go in my heart,
where I remember I’m okay,
where I settle
with my memories
my hopes,
my dreams,
my wondering, wandering thoughts.
Home is wherever I am,
where I pillow myself,
where, in my heart,
I’m content.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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I Know Nothing…Except

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I know nothing except
the cat jumps into my lap every evening
and settles in,
purring as if all is right
in her cat-centric world.

I know nothing except
the feel of the pillow beneath my head,
cushioning me,
holding me
for hours on end.

I know nothing except
the mockingbird has somehow decided
that my yard is his,
and the rabbit that lives out back
has claimed what the bird has left open.

I know nothing except
the flavor of dark chocolate
satisfies me in a way
that milk chocolate doesn’t.

I know nothing except
my own heart on this day
is full of roller-coaster feelings,
zig-zag and see-saw
crest the hill,
careen down the other side,
and I know nothing except
the fact that I will hold on
and ride it as long as I possibly can.

I know nothing except
I am here.
I am breathing.
I am feeling.
Deeply feeling.
I am here,
healing and whole.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:


Shadow of the week:

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Text and photos © Karyn Henley 2025. All rights reserved.