Who we are

Shall we stroll upon the shore, 

soak up the sun and more.

Feel the breeze upon our face, 

seize the day in steady pace.

Shall we breathe in deep, 

fall soundly asleep.

Then dream a little dream, 

without tears, without scream.

Shall we dance upon the grass, 

let our youthful wonder last.

Then explore without tire, 

hear our heartbeats on fire.

Shall we listen to the birds, 

as their song become words.

Will we understand it all,

as our future selves recall.

Maybe then we all will see, 

who we're truly meant to be.

Ever culture, every place.

Every smile, every face.

So, I'm reaching out my hand, 

words I hope you understand.

We are more than dust and rain, 

more than triumph, more than pain.

More than time, more than space,

we are one... the human race.

K.E.C

aka Deo Volente

10.13.2026

Shield or Shelter

Who would you give up your shield to shelter? 

Strange question right, then let me put it this way, who would you give your umbrella to? 

It may seem like there are no parallels between these two questions, but if you think about it, the context is the same. In both questions there are 2 obvious facts, the first is that you are protected and the second is that someone else is not. Whether that protection is emotional or physical is irrelevant the correlation is the choice to sacrifice. 

If you're a good parent then I am sure you just said, without hesitation, your child or children. If you have a close friend, you may have said your friend. But how about a stranger? Would you give your umbrella in the midst of a heavy downpour to a stranger who has none? 

Keep in mind, I am not judging, just asking.

I ask this question because it was the question I asked myself this morning, I'm honestly not sure why it came to mind, it just did. The funny thing is, I already know my answer, I would give up my umbrella to anyone who needed it. Not because I am kind, or good, or even a Christian, my motives are more complex than that. 

I would give up my umbrella because I believe it is better to give than to receive, because it makes me happy to quietly do the unexpected. But mostly, I would give up my umbrella because I know what it's like to walk in the rain hoping for the sun. 

Though my motives maybe idealistic or childish, depending on how you look at it. Imagine for a moment that I gave my umbrella unknowingly to someone weathering a storm far beyond my imagination. Who knows the impact that small act might have on that person in the midst of their storm. I'd like to think that my choice to shelter rather than shield would give them that moment of peace they so desperately need as they wait for the sun.

Still, that might just be wishful thinking on my part. But as I said before, no judgement, just asking. 

May you always find shelter when you need it, have a wonderful day world. 

D.V.

10.12.2026

Such a beautiful song

Have you ever heard a song that toughed your heart?

I recently came across a song that was released 7 years ago that did just that. Though there is a language barrier, it spoke directly to my heart. So, I wanted to say out loud to the writers and singers of this beautiful song, you have left an indelible mark on this old woman. 

Thank you BTS for sharing your beautiful song Mikrokosmos with the world.

D.V.

Unlock

Tell the truth right from the start,

not before things fall apart.

Share your fears without the lies,

all you keep behind your eyes.

Where you've failed and every wish,

your misfortunes and your bliss.

Tell it all so they will see,

who you are and hope to be.

Seek the courage to be true,

find the heart to see it through.

Break the wall down day by day,

some will go and some will stay.

Know the truth won't always set you free,

and what is meant to be, is meant to be, 

but you are the keeper of the key.

K.E.C

aka Deo Volente

10.11.2026

Restoration

Refine slowly

Reinforce carefully

Restore beautifully

D.V.

10.03.2026

don't be afraid to ask

Here the question why is absolute, because without it you may never find what exists beyond it. 

K.E.C.

9.29.2026

Racing thoughts

Neither alive nor dead, 

I am lost in my head.

Trapped among the trees, 

nestled in the weeds.

On a path of earth and rain, 

revisited again and again.

Inside the fog, beneath the sea, 

caught up in their whispered plea. 

I am drifting, shifting.

sands of time, sifting.

I am the pull of the current, 

the cold of the snow.

I am neither where I've been, 

or where I want to go.

A complicated reflection

of this woman that I see, 

welcome to the quiet storm of me.

K.E.C

aka Deo Volente

10.02.2026