I have Moved to a New Blog

I have moved to a new blog on Work Press.  If you would like to follow what I write I am at http://sirikimm.wordpress.com , Thank you, Kimm

Homework, Heartwork

These are truly transformational times and it feels like I have done my homework.  I can breathe a sigh of relief.  In short I feel good and after a many months of feeling extremely uncomfortable in my body and my life, calmness is moving deep within me.  These past few months feel like a revisit to every issue I have had in my life.  Though I am quite new to this world and how things are done in the 3rd dimension, it has been good learning to not hold onto the dis-ease of all that I came into this life with, and to honour and let go with love that which has been my way in.
Many people I know have also talked of feeling recently released from a heaviness and hard times.  The symptoms have been many including fatigue, disconnection, pain and old symptoms that had been healed coming back again.   Like so many, I am aware that I am now moving through to a new adventure.  It feels like a door has opened  and there is light and I move towards it. 
Last night when I awoke about 3 a.m. I noticed a red light flashing - my phone with messages, and I also noticed a flash of brilliant turquoise over a ways and it happened a number of times.  It became turquoise and gold - and this morning though I can't see it, I can feel that there is something there of a divine nature and I take heart.
A couple of  friends have talked of hearing tones, and music and this reminds me of how much magic and spirit is around us all the time looking to make connections with us.  It gives me heart and I can  share in the beauty of this transformational time.  Like beacons in a world struggling hard with itself, there will always be signs that we are never alone in our journeys. 
And as always I am.  Love Kimm

Magic

magic

there is magic in the cracks

as light slips from day to dark

it's here, it's there

and then it's gone 

it's gone to wait the night away

wherever magic goes to play

Life is filled with infinite possibilities . . .magic is.  Magic is alive because I am alive and I believe.  Sometimes I forget and then I remember magic is.  Life is full of reminders if I pay attention, it is there inside us all.  Magic is steady and very personal.  Not two "cracks" alike.  Magic is ordinary and wondrous, and as small as a mustard seed.

It reminds me of a door in a dark room, the door through-out my life opening a little more, letting in more light.  And then there is just light.

Magic is, it is a verb, always present in the moment, waiting for me to live in the moment.  It is love, gratitude, forgiveness, surrender, faith, magic is love.

I garden, I dance and magic abounds in both of my passions

I sit writing on my way to my dentist, my tooth is very sore and there are many cracks without pain where I am more than filled with gratitude on my 57th brithday. It is good year to be alive, it is a good moment to be alive.  I am filled to the brim with love for how marvelous life can be.  Love Kimm

Flash Mob at Street Art

Flash Mob at Street Art during the 2013 Gabriola Island Theatre Festival this August.  Line Dancing is about having a good time with everyone and dong what I love.  We were from 9 to 71 in age and many joining in for the grand finale.
Filmed by Linda Nicholls and put on You Tube by Gwen Spinks.

I am here, now.

I am moments from my 57th full year on the planet and I feel lucky.  This is the year to sink my teeth into what inspires me and feeds me.  As this new year is approaching I have been thinking about my time here, my first lifetime on planet Earth and from this vantage point I can see with more perspective than I have had before.
I realize how numb I was as a child, barely here, because I was barely here.  Even as the tail end of the first wave of  consciously evolving beings, with so many before me, I was numb and barely here.
It felt like being tossed from a boat into a foggy ocean.  I couldn't find my bearings, I looked, I listened for familiar sounds, sounds I could no longer remember.  This mind I have could not remember the sounds of my essence, who am I and what is this place.  I couldn't even form the questions.  Like stepping into hostile territory with no map . . . and luckily as children not much is required or expected of us.  There is time and space to wander and build the odd spaceship in an old lumber pile.
Looking back I can fill in some of the noise, the sound, I can see more of the picture.  And now I can find my footing and feel the adventure I so readily volunteered for that seems like just moments ago.
I am glad to be here, and 57 is a very good year and I am most certainly lucky. 
Cheers and love, Kimm

Hug a tree - blog

Blogging is better than tree hugging. I believe trees breathe a sigh of relief when another pen pushing writer moves to a computer.  And bonus, there's spell check.  This summer I had the privilege of meeting some of the biggest trees on the West Coast of British Columbia and share space with them, they have such a presence.  It is easy to see and feel the awesome connection we have to each other on this beautiful orb called Earth. I can still feel the connection a month later.  It is real and lasting.  And in the stillness of a moment shared I know that I am.  Love Kimm