Thursday
Nov192015
Writing (for me) is like breathing. What's your breath?
Thursday, November 19, 2015 at 12:01 PM Writing, for me, is like breathing. I need to write. I want to write. And some days the words (like breath) won’t come.
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 Pondering (103)
Thursday, November 19, 2015 at 12:01 PM Tuesday
Jun232015
I can only be me. You can only be you. Think about it.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015 at 8:17 PM I have no choice, but to be me. I cannot become a chair or a clucking hen. I can act like one. I can fold up and hide. I can sit still and be present. I can shine like the brilliant stripes or cast gray shadows. I can simple be.
Monday
Nov172014
On Bees, Rest, "Blue" and Being Whooped
Monday, November 17, 2014 at 8:10 AM It’s a challenge to step back into my blog, because so much has transpired since I last wrote. I need time to absorb. Rest. Cry. Sleep. Celebrate all that is and was and shall be. Care to join me?
tagged Being, Blue, Other Poets, Pondering
Being, Blue, Other Poets, Pondering Sunday
Jul202014
Tumbleweed, too!
Sunday, July 20, 2014 at 7:01 PM My summer days are simple and full. Sometimes I have oodles I want to say and not enough time to write it all down. Other days I feel dry as an old desert bone with hours (& blank pages) spread before me. A fellow coach and colleague described her own summer feeling like that of being a tumbleweed… rolling from one place to another, sprinkling seeds along the way. I wonder what my seeds are as I sit in my studio contemplating what it means for me to live it and give it like my banner boldly proclaims.
tagged Pondering, Possibility, Seasons, Writing
Pondering, Possibility, Seasons, Writing Wednesday
Jul022014
Writing for myself… Writing for you, too
Wednesday, July 2, 2014 at 10:18 AM If I’m going to say that I am a writer then I must write. The funny thing is that I write nearly every day. I write something whether it’s a Facebook status or an entry in my hand-written journal. Has my life been reduced to a simple Facebook status?