Monday
Jan212019
Ties on the Table aka Friction
Monday, January 21, 2019 at 2:49 PM Tethers. Feathers. Facing freedom and forgetting it. Floating free and feeling tied down. Straining at my pen like ropes are wrapped around my wrists.
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 by Kayce S Hughlett (1183)
Monday, January 21, 2019 at 2:49 PM Friday
Jan112019
Mother Earth Writes in Her Pajamas
Friday, January 11, 2019 at 9:35 AM Earth Mother holds all without expectations or consideration of time or age or income. She sustains and adapts. She weathers the wild fires. She writes in her pajamas and shares because she is called to share.
Saturday
Nov242018
3:00 a.m. ~ Friend or Foe?
Saturday, November 24, 2018 at 11:13 AM Daily people ask how the book is doing? Truth? I have no idea! There are layers of people (publishers, distributers, sellers) between me and the results. The reach may be large or small, but I know the magic is deep. Readers have told me so, but at 3:00 a.m. silence (i.e. no feedback) speaks way louder than words.
Friday
Nov232018
Pondering: Decay. Hope. Thanksgiving.
Friday, November 23, 2018 at 9:05 AM A day of Thanksgiving. Letting go of the mania. Giving thanks for past decay. Living into new hope.
Tuesday
Nov202018
Pondering: Persephone, Busyness, & Books
Tuesday, November 20, 2018 at 7:45 AM "There’s a coffin behind you.” Ananke whispers then takes my arm and nudges me to the side of the cobblestone path. A woman keens on a rooftop. Pomegranates lay broken open at my feet. Four men shuttle past, a simple wooden coffin on their shoulders.