Kayce Hughlett - live it to give it

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 (1181)

Sunday

Nov192006

Heart Haiku

Sunday, November 19, 2006 at 2:51 PM

Heart
Crimson Cold
Beating, Breathing, Bleeding
Caught in a Vise
Yearning

Heart
Purity Personified
Beating, Bleeding, Breathing
Caught in a Vise
Loving

Heart Caught in a Vise
Evil and Beauty Conveyed
Grips the Hold of Life

modern cinquain and haiku poetry

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Darkness,

Poetry

Sunday

Nov192006

Autumn Invitation

Sunday, November 19, 2006 at 8:03 AM

Autumn
Golden Fire
Glistening, Glowing, Inviting
Why do you call?
Fullness Beckons

"autumn fire" by lucy

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Thursday

Nov162006

The Tiniest Thread

Thursday, November 16, 2006 at 12:56 PM

Threads. Crumbs. Rocks.

Standing in the darkness
reaching for something to hold, to grasp and touch.
Can a thread be a lifeline?
A crumb, a meal?
A rock, a source of safety and comfort?

Holding on by a thread, the smallest thread of hope.
Thin and fine, fragile as a spider’s web.
The tiniest thread waiting, hoping to be woven
into something strong and beautiful.

"saxon road spider" by lucy

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Darkness

Sunday

Nov052006

What do I know?
I know the sun was out only moments ago with the promise of a dry morning.
I know that now the sky has turned gray and raindrops are not far behind.
I know the kitten in my lap is a creation of God even when he seems to be of the devil.
I know my daughter is beautiful and pure as she sleeps in the room down the hall.
I know that I will always be full of questions and unknowing.
I know God is near and yet I long to see his face.
And I know if I allow myself, His face will be seen in the sun, the rain, the kitten and my daughter.
I will see God in the questions and in the mystery.
I will know His presence even when my heart feels cold and dry because He gives the promise of sun after the rain and light amidst the dark.
But then again—what do I know?

"gus" by lucy

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Personal Reflection

Saturday

Nov042006

Woods of Splendor

Saturday, November 4, 2006 at 11:59 AM

The journey winds through woods of splendor.
Darkness and exposure reach from barren limbs--
limbs intertwined with delight and holiness.
Bending boughs offer protection from the storm and
their pursuit is filled with love and fullness.
It is perfect and whole.
The path is wet and wild, brilliant in its darkness.
The sensual and luscious step out of hiding to become known,
Enriching the journey in blazing splendor.