Loosen thy Pen.

Writing. God. The writing.

The exchange of words. The words. Nothing makes me feel more alive than writing.

When I was in college I took a couple creative writing classes. I debated on minoring in creative writing or printmaking but ended up doing neither… mostly because a single class was nearly 4 grand at SCAD. But really I was just a little chicken nugget and didn’t want to pay it back…

I’m still paying back what I have accrued.

But… the lessons I learned in my days in art school has served me well…

Ps. I’m finally writing my book…

Mary Magdalene.

Mary Magdalene.

Unconditional love. That is all I have to offer. Often misunderstood… Aloof like the Madonna. There is sacredness in your being. An unconscious conscious. Rise to the occasion and meet on a higher level of knowing.

Forgiveness. To yourself and to others. There comes a point in your life when you have to take a step back. Practice love. True love. The kind of love that is boundless and unconditional. A surrender. A conscious choice to let love reign supreme. Often times it’s expressed by forgiveness… followed by healing… and moving on.

Mary Magdalene keeps showing up in my life when I need her the most. When I struggle to find peace within myself and in the relationships I have or have had. And the only thing that keeps coming through is forgiveness and unconditional love. To forgive even myself for what I think I have or have not done.

They say we reincarnate with the same soul family in many life times. A soul family consisting of many soul mates. Soul mates as in your parents, siblings, lovers, family, and friends. But that there is only one true twin flame. And even though there is your counterpart that exists it doesn’t necessarily mean that in this lifetime you will reunite in a lovers way. You have soul work to do. There is so much soul work to do. And if you are lucky… maybe you will get to reunite in a lovers way to your true twin flame in this lifetime…

For now… I’ll continue on with my soul work…

To Meet and Be Met.

This is an excerpt from Rilke’s Book of Hours. I don’t feel like I can even add anything else to it…. every word is YES. shape your world… and nothing has ever been so real without beholding it…. the idea of free will and being completely present in your own life. To meet and be met…

Only few people are let into my world… and only a few know my deepest struggles… I’ll be first to admit I can run at the mouth too much and share too much to anyone who would listen… especially in the absence of noise. but I’m shrinking my circle… I’m practicing more silence… less social media of the norm. This space to me feels safer. Not as many judging eyes… not many people I know blog… and not many people I personally know follow along…

But in the case of a stranger who needs a little insight into their own lives… maybe this struck a chord with you… and maybe you too are on a path to healing… a path to grounding… and coming home to yourself.

Sending out messages to this world… you are not alone.

Love,

Kelly

Ps. Haven’t really prayed hard in a while… but tonight… I’m on my knees.

Love is Love.

The thing about children…if you love them… they love you right back. Blood doesn’t mean shit. IF YOU LOVE THEM… THEY LOVE YOU RIGHT BACK. I know this doesn’t mean much to some… but to me, it means everything. Love is love. Period. There are no restrictions or guidelines or rules to love. Love is mother fucking love.

I was raised in a family where my DAD… who isn’t my “blood dad” … was MY DAD. Blood didn’t and has NEVER meant shit. When you are loved… you are fucking loved. Period. Blood ain’t shit. LOVE IS “THE” SHIT.

I Choose Love.

I have loved deeply. And I have lost deeply. I have experienced the greatest joy and the lowest depression. I have been to hell and back…and back again… only to have learned that there’s nowhere else to go… other than up from here. I’ve learned to be gentle, to be forgiving, to still love with every fiber… but for now, I choose me… I choose to love myself first… everything else will take its place.

My room.

My room & home away from home. I’ll remember the wind, the laughter, and the girl sleep over with @akuma.13 … like high school! ❤️ thank you thank you thank you Tamai family! 😘😘😘