Making Love

i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine

I once wrote a description of “Kymberlee the Healer” for a class. Here it is: I help piece together the broken child inside of people. The wounding of not being able to be FREE. Free to express all of the silliness, wiggles, screams and color that have been held inside for too long. I create…

Nobody is that one-dimensional.

Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painted sign and heart cut-outs? The proprietor was equally as cute. 

I am holding my heart very tenderly while the shadow and light dance all around it. I turn 40 in a couple of weeks, I’m in the middle of a divorce and I’m still working to get my career squarely off the ground while wading through all of this transition. A little over a year…