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alchemical mistakes

ByKymberlee

Please allow me to introduce your heart to day four of The Daily Delish: alchemical mistakes. I’m having so much fun with this project/practice of offering unscripted chats to you. I’m learning a lot about audio (and myself!).

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no more somedays

ByKymberlee

I played the song “Apple Juice Kissing” by Deee-Lite this morning and thought, “Someday I want to cover that song. It’s so sexy and fun and juicy, I just love it. Someday, when I have some people to jam with…” Then I thought how silly that is. Why do I need to wait? I can…

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bullies, beauty and blessings

ByKymberlee

Such a wonderful example of someone working through their own issues through self-expression. He realized he had been a bully and transmuted that energy into something beautiful. I was recently cyber-bullied. I have been bullied other times in my life–sometimes by people who claim to love me. I have also stood up to bullies on…

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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]

ByKymberlee

I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…

the radiance of darkness
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the radiance of darkness

ByKymberlee

That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.

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cultural alanon [healing in spaciousness]

ByKymberlee

my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…