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it darkened

ByKymberlee

the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…

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My (ever-expanding) Joy List

ByKymberlee

Over the past couple of months, I have made a couple of lists of things that make me giddy or bring me joy. Part of my work with conscious creation is to “flip my switch” to raise my vibration. Naming the things that make me feel good and posting them where I can see them…

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don't go back to sleep

ByKymberlee

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go…

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happiness, the self-created state of being

ByKymberlee

As I wrote about recently, I was bedridden for many weeks with an illness I’m still recovering from. Then last week, my daughter was sick for the entire week. Sometimes, it feels not like one step forward two steps back, but one step forward, two leaps back. Life is just messy like that sometimes. Much…

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no labels [or celebrating Oneness with Willie Cole]

ByKymberlee

Sculpture “With a Heart of Gold” by Willie Cole, photo by Perry Garvin I had the distinct pleasure of viewing some amazing artwork by artist, Willie Cole, at the Frye recently. I took my summer camp students to the exhibit and later, had the honor of hearing him speak and shaking his hand. His art…