Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
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I Am Now a Kentuckian
Now that I am a Kentuckian and have my KY license, I wanted to share the foolishness I have gone through to become a Kentuckian. I have had a driver’s license since 1975 (New Mexico) and I got my Texas Drivers license in 1979 when I moved to Houston to go to college, and because, ah hell, there was a boy there I liked who I foolishly thought liked me back (he did say the “l” word first) Anyway, I was 19 and foolish. But the point is, I have had a Texas license off and on since 1979, same license number and everything. I got married in Texas in 1982 (different boy) I had my license changed to reflect my married name. I divorced this man-child in 1999 (in Texas) and took my maiden name back. It was in the divorce decree. A Divorce granted in TEXAS. Sooooo….. when I went to renew my license in Texas in 2014, I was told that in the records, my DL number was in my OLD married name (15 years after my divorce). I stated, you changed it back in 1999 due to my divorce. I showed them my old Texas license with my MAIDEN name, and they stated, “well, we had a computer crash in the early 2000’s and lost a lot the records.” So they wanted a certified copy of my divorce decree GRANTED IN TEXAS. That was going to take weeks, So I opted to renew my DL in Texas in 2014 with my old married name which I had not used for 15 years because I needed to renew and did not have time to go get a certified copy of my divorce in Dallas which they said I had to have before they could change my name. So I’ve been living with my OLD married name since 2014 on my DL (I should have gone and changed it, but the whole process of dealing with these people gives me anxiety). My passport is correct, my social security is correct, everything was copacetic except my Texas DL.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Horror
Betrayal
I am so very cold and wet. The freezing dampness surrounding me will not dissipate. Unable to shiver, it feels like my blood has drained from my body leaving me inert and unable to move, to breathe. I feel overwhelmed by the sticky heaviness of the drenched green velvet dress plastered against my legs, smeared with the mud I was dragged through.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Fiction
J'ai une âme solitaire
J'ai une âme solitaire / I am a lonely soul – the only words she can remember from French classes undertaken 50 years past. Once, a beautiful young woman adored for her wit, her poems, and her intelligence, she is now reduced to those four desperate words of nothingness relentlessly throbbing and pulsing through her brain. She can do nothing but lie motionless under the cool, white sheets of her hospice bed as her essence and existence are washed away by the murky slow-moving river of senescence. J'ai une âme solitaire / I am a lonely soul.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Fiction
The Significance of Your Natal Chart in Your Soul Contract
Before you incarnate to this timeline (remember you experience many lifetimes in any timeline), you meet with your guides and all other energies/entities that you will interact with during this timeline.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Futurism
About Time
She placed a plate of steaming fried chicken in front of him with some black-eyed peas and cornbread on the side, just like she did every Wednesday evening. She topped off his coffee, looked at him, and said “Is everything good, Cowboy?” And like he always did, he grunted his approval, and dug into his meal. She leaned against the far counter thinking to herself, “Someday, this cowboy will be mine.” So, she smiled at him, and as if he read her thoughts, his eyes twinkled and his lips curled. “Isn’t it about time we just got married, Darlin'?”
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Fiction
Warm Welcome Womb
Like two dark spirits waiting to meet, mate, and make me their own, a large jar of Benadryl© and a bottle of Pinot Grigio are no longer hidden behind the toilet paper under the sink in my bathroom. Their days of yearning to free me from the pain I can’t resolve are over, and their union is imminent. They want and desire only to take me home. So, with no trepidation, I allow them to possess me and my soul, as I slide beneath the scented bath bubbles, sinking into the warm, welcome womb of nothingness and hopefully forgiveness.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Fiction
Jonah and Julie's Playlist
Music and spirituality are, and always have been intricately related, with spirituality often being the inspiration and catalyst for the creation of music. I was a music major at Berklee College of Music in Boston, and from a young age, music was the primary force in my life. It is in my blood.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Humans
