filled up with goodness

ByKymberlee March 23, 2013

When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but

“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”

and other bits of goodness.

our daily practice

ByKymberlee July 27, 2007

do not ponder the end. healing is not an ending… it is our daily practice. ~Dr. Tony Macasaet. See his documentary here. You will be forever changed. I am in awe of this man and of humanity when I see his work. He says his passion is “knowing the human soul”. I love that.

love | photography | self-excavation

the tangled questions

ByKymberlee July 26, 2007

When I probe into the tangled questions in my heart and examine the underbelly of it all, I feel like I cannot bear to look anymore. I feel like I cannot breathe. Then a friend comes a long and tells me how brave I am and how much I inspire her or how much she…

break you hard

ByKymberlee October 20, 2011

“Kiss the boys and make them cry. Don’t need your heart cuz I got mine.” This song came on randomly today and pretty much matches my mood. I don’t really want to make boys cry (much). The truth is, I am just noticing my shadow these days. Watching it get pissed off. Watching it want…

divine | photography | self-excavation | truth

not so good at being "good"

ByKymberlee July 4, 2010

I’m realizing that I am always pushing against something in my life. It’s either my nature or some kind of curse but it’s real for me. One thing I know for sure is that I wasn’t put on this earth to fit into someone’s little box. I don’t fit well into small boxes. I like…

bricolage project day 21 [others]

ByKymberlee October 21, 2015October 1, 2018

Today’s randomly-chosen word comes from the Tao Te Ching. I picked up a copy at a used bookstore yesterday to use for blackout poetry and decided to use it for our word which is others (from book one XX). I don’t have much to say today. I just wanted to paint with my blood again ,…

art | faith | grace | pleasure | the delicious now

goodness

ByKymberlee March 7, 2011

the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…

“Fuck, yeah!” “That’s right.” “YES!”

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“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”