I have to rip off this blog silence bandaid. The truth is I have a whole lot to say. It’s just the sitting down and getting it right that plagues my ability, the dissection of perfection keeps me from connecting, from hitting publish, from letting go and harnessing the magic inside that is me. This is something that countless others have said and I’m going to repeat it here. Be yourself. Be your true self. Be-YOU-tiful. Be fucking you (the version that speaks to me). It’s the wholehearted truth. And the universe is relentless in sending this lesson because I haven’t fully gotten it yet, it’s not embodied. When I finally recognize this one coming at me, I groan thinking, “Shit, really?!…
Be the bright constellation of all your hopes and dreams.
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And After All That… A New Year Has Begun – Live Only As You Can And I Hope You Surprise Yourself
Kristy
Posted on January 1, 2015
Happy New Year! I’ve decided no resolutions. Seriously, I ate pasta with green olives and salami dusted with grated robusto cheese followed by chocolate chip cookies and champagne. I won’t vow to lose 15 lbs as I can trace that to the ghosts of resolution past (all the way back to my teens), I won’t state that I’ll run every day or kick and punch a heavy bag or perfect downward dog; I won’t declare a war on words- to finally tap out the novels racing through my heart. Instead of a list of to-do’s, I reminisced 2014. The highs– a trip to Thailand and China, many golden moments with my daughter, sailing lessons, more beat sheets and pages written in the…
Categories: Design Your Mind, Expression of Self
I am not a laborer of thought, but a reflection of heart, a silent soul speaking through a body of Hope and Grace. {this is re-posted in remembrance of 9/11} Violence is the voice of an ignorant heart. As a young teenager I tore that phrase out of a magazine and glued it on the spine of my poetry binder. It’s stuck with me since. One of my fondest memories is of me at age 7 swinging at my family’s cabin in Glacier National Park. It was an older swing set, the forest green paint chipped and peeling, the chain squeaked a bit as it moved, but it didn’t matter for I could still pump myself high into the sky while leaning…
Categories: Design Your Mind, Expression of Self
Tagged: Change, compassion, consciousness, empathy, fear, God, Grace, hope, humanity, ignorance, life, love, meditation, mental-health, Non-violence, religion, spirituality, Violence, wisdom
I am not a laborer of thought, but a reflection of heart, a silent soul speaking through a body of Hope and Grace. Violence is the voice of an ignorant heart. As a young teenager I tore that phrase out of a magazine and glued it on the spine of my poetry binder. It’s stuck with me since. One of my fondest memories is of me at age 7 swinging at my family’s cabin in Glacier National Park. It was an older swing set, the forest green paint chipped and peeling, the chain squeaked a bit as it moved, but it didn’t matter for I could still pump myself high into the sky while leaning back looking at the clouds float by. Rainbow…
Categories: Design Your Mind, Expression of Self
Tagged: Change, compassion, consciousness, empathy, fear, God, Grace, hope, humanity, ignorance, life, love, meditation, mental-health, Non-violence, religion, spirituality, Violence, wisdom
A Renaissance Glow 