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today

ByKymberlee

Today when I looked in the mirror, I really loved my own reflection. (That seems worth mentioning.) Also, I saw this today from my spiritual teacher, Matt Kahn: Mantra of the day: “I no longer reflect or embody the pain, disapproval, doubt, suffering, or confusion of others as a way of offering support. Bless it…

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astonishment

ByKymberlee

“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” ~Mary Oliver My recent list of astonishments: The ability of the human heart to overcome hatred and love anyway. The gift of community. Endless shades of orange and red. The way a smile can light up my world. The smell of Seattle rain….

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hundreds of ways

ByKymberlee

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…

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squishing worries and other paths to ecstasy

ByKymberlee

I posted a copy of my 100 Paths to Ecstasy the other day on Facebook. I realized as I was reading through them that I haven’t done some of them and need to go back and re-do many of them. Because I had never done #33, I thought I would. The picture above shows the…

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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]

ByKymberlee

I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…

bricolage project day 8 [“waking-life”]
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bricolage project day 8 [“waking-life”]

ByKymberlee

This Waking Life I went biking around Greenlake with my daughter this afternoon so I decided to make my bricolage there with whatever I found.  The graffiti was already on the table and I love it.  Love the color and the form.  My rule was that everything had to come from the ground.  You will…