The question… So, What Now? What are you going to do for the rest of your life?
Oh Boy. Here we go! October is going to be wild. 💙👣💙
There is an important difference between dwelling in misery and understanding that on the path of healing things will come up that sometimes cause us to feel the old emotions and patterns that we are working on letting go.
There is great power in honoring the reality of our current emotions – not feeding them or making them worse but simply recognizing that this is what has arisen in this present moment and that this will also change. When ￼we create this space within ourselves – a space of calmness that is undisturbed by the storm – the storm tends to pass more quickly.
Practicing such profound honesty within ourselves helps in all facets of internal and external life – there is no real freedom without honesty, and without honesty, there can be no peace of mind.
Healing ourselves isn’t about constantly feeling bliss; being attached to bliss is a bondage of its own. Trying to force ourselves to be happy is counterproductive, because it suppresses the sometimes tough reality of the moment, pushing it back within the depths of our being, instead of allowing it to arise and release.
– Yung Pueblo, Inward
And feelin’ good. In the flow… becoming clear… and preparing for my biggest year yet. 2020. I got you! ❤️Kelly
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…
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.
Ps. Haven’t really prayed hard in a while… but tonight… I’m on my knees.
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.