note to self

ByKymberlee

living your truth always trumps preaching it
(that’s why preachy people make you feel uncomfortable. hello, mirror)

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bricolage project day 14 [shiver]

ByKymberlee

Today’s word, shiver, comes from the book chasers of the light by Tyler Knott Greggson.  It’s a lovely book of poetry that my daughter got me.  Filled with the tender ache of love and other bits and pieces of a life well-lived, I adore it and open it for inspiration often.  Reading the description online…

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head for the open

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looking through broken glass, the world is still beautiful but a little cracked

ByKymberlee

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corvette man

ByKymberlee

At least once a week, we drop off big sis at school early and go to a cafe nearby to do some freewriting or drawing. As we were crossing the street to enter the cafe today, my youngest and I waited for a shiny, black Corvette to park. It was extremely loud as the owner,…