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a moment of goodness on a hard day

ByKymberlee

I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…

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heroic acts of everyday grace

ByKymberlee

“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…

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how we stop our own story [or how about we build a swing instead?]

ByKymberlee

In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…

bricolage project day 1 [nameless]
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bricolage project day 1 [nameless]

ByKymberlee

It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this blog, chief among them graduate school at Antioch University Seattle.  I’ll be finished soon and my thesis is done.  Done.  It won’t be long before I have a piece of paper that says MAEd. It’s hard to believe, to be honest.  It’s been a long and…