Tuesday
Dec132022
Refocus: Sometimes I Forget ...
Tuesday, December 13, 2022 at 5:47 PM What happens when you forget who you are? What brings you back to center? On good days, I remember to write, to paint, to refocus.
live it to give it is all about love and connection. Being authentic. Living our lives and sharing it with others. Life is messy and so is this blog. Somedays my organized coach self shows up. Other days it's my vulnerable author. There's a mom that lives inside me alongside a wife, friend, social justice activist, creative muse, ponderer extraordinaire, and multitude of others. I'll introduce you to people who inspire me and offer a peek into my world that very likely intersects with your world. In other words, I will share life in its full, glorious mess with you. I'm honored you're here and I hope you'll come back soon!! Cheers! Kayce
Entries in Personal Reflection (203)
Tuesday, December 13, 2022 at 5:47 PM Friday
Mar052021
Being Audacious: it's an inside out job
Friday, March 5, 2021 at 9:23 AM We journey in the bodies we’ve been born into, with the resources we have … with our naivete and our audaciousness. We are each unique and we are connected like threads in a great masterpiece.
Sunday
Feb142021
Who am I to stay silent?
Sunday, February 14, 2021 at 5:15 PM Wrestling with social justice ... my perspective
Tuesday
Sep012020
I believe ...
Tuesday, September 1, 2020 at 9:48 AM I carry many tools in my Mary Poppins' bag for healing, grounding, and living in this complicated world —meditation, journaling, card pulling, SoulStrolling, art making, ... Word or image prompts are two of my favorites, and today's post is a relatively unedited selection from my morning journaling.
Tuesday
Aug042020
Freedom: Her name was Linda
Tuesday, August 4, 2020 at 9:33 AM It was 1963 in Bethany, Oklahoma. I didn’t know it was considered dangerous to be friends with the girl who laughed and skipped and played just like me. I didn’t know that the adults in my life, had they paid attention to our friendship, would have whispered in my ear that she was nothing like me. May we each consider the stories of our lives and how they impact not only ourselves, but others. May we be curious. May we do better as we know better.