A True Hero

In Loving Memory of Eliza

The Olympic torch was passed on to you
On the early morning of December twenty-sixth.
You held it high and ran with honor,
For you had returned to the finish line once again.
You won battle after battle and you beat the odds.
Dearest Eliza, you are a true hero!
Your family is filled with sorrow, to see you leave so soon;
Yet you lived more fully in those seventeen years, than many will ever do.
And through the sorrow there is one thing we all know for sure.
You lit up our lives more than you'll ever know.
And it's not only so, because of your strength or wit- it's because,
While your heart was ailing, your determined and lovable spirit continued to give.
And I have no doubt that you will continue to do so.
For although your heart is no longer beating, your words and love will live on.
Thank you for the memories.
Glow, beautiful, like you always did and forever into eternity will do.

Until we all meet again, our cheers and tears will speak your name proudly. For we are all happier having known you.

With Love and Gratitude, Kimberly

Holiday Cheers

Wishing you and your family a beautiful and blessed holiday and New Years!


H is for Ho Ho Ho
O is for old memories we share
L is for the laughter that causes us to want more
I is for the interesting people and icecream galore
D is for the different florals and delights
A is for the angels who light up the skies, and
Y is for the yummy hot chocolate that fills our bellies with warmth.

Happy Holidays to all!

Kimberly

I Don't Know

I don't really know why you are here.
You give me nothing back.
But you do listen, dear blog.
And oh, how I thank you for that.

I don't know what to write today
Or how much I really want to say,
But all and all I know, that no matter what
You will still be here for me...
On any given day.

So for this thank you.

Dear Blog,
Yeah that's all I want to say.
So have a GREAT day!

Kimberly

In Love and Loss

In love there is losing
And in loss, we find love

We find love greater than our sorrows
And in losing, we find hope
That tommorow will bring another smile

In the shallow depth of our pain
We hope for a gentle gesture of
A friend or a stranger
To help us through our grief

In loss, love becomes more clear
And in love, losing always exists
It is what we do with our love
And our loss that matters

We can stay in love and loss
Or continue to grow through the pain
And to love again.

Southernmost Point

The thick breeze of lime scent and
The waterfall displayed, invigorates my mind
As I pass by.
The absurdity and uniqueness of each individual
awakens my imagination and spirit.
This place is free. This place is democracy.
Here you can see every kind of person, cat and rooster.
It is here that laughter, food and sun save the day.
A rainbow can be spotted when you really take the time to look.
Hemingway's place still stands as a marker of the past and the future.
For all of the writers, dreamers, believers, this place is home.
The guitar fills the night air with various sounds and lyrics.
Our souls move in unison on the streets of Duval.
It is here that anyone can be, no matter if there is a dream or not.
Welcome to the southernmost point.

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

I see a whole new world
All around, there exists creative surprises
A whole new world
Sparkles, Glue,Paper,Scissors,Crayons
But I opt to paint instead.
Making something more of an empty canvas
A Whole New World of fresh faces
A Whole New World of exciting new spaces
A Whole New World of love and joy.
Every color of the rainbow jumping,
Glowing like the evening sky.
Each one tells a story of days long gone by
Its a whole new world, a whole new day, a whole new start

Cherry red joy bubbling over melted icecream. This may just very well describe how I am
feeling in this very moment. Yes I know it is a bit goofy but that is okay. Why? Because right now
I am all about believing in who I am. If I feel like a blueberry that is drying in the smoldering
heat, well so be it. But today, I am a cherry. It is what it is and we choose to feel how we want
to feel. The thing I remember is that we can change our feelings and our thoughts with intention
and action. So next week I might be a watermelon, just cooling off in the summer breeze.

Declaration of self liberation

Only now, only this moment is truth. It is now that I choose to live spontaneously. I can choose to love those dear to my heart without promising my everything. It is loving with balance and peace of mind. I will give freely but not so freely that I become a one stop convenience store. I am cautious yet choose not to close my heart or harden my emotions. I decided awhile back that I won't accept "games" that others play or threats made. I deserve better than this! I speak up and express my feelings. And when there is conflict I look for peaceful resolution. It's time to move on from the hurts caused by others and allowed by me. No longer, no more. I am very lucky to have close loved ones and friends. It's the quality of our relationships not the quantity!

YOU

Your lovely, lovely eyes. They cast spells on the lies I feed myself. Because you only know me, like no other. I'm blind without you, cynical of myself. As a small child helpless to a hurried hand-- That feeling goes away because you are there. You are everyone I ever loved and who truly loved me back. And for this I am eternally grateful.

Chatter

Chatter Chatter the talk and distraction. The electrical charges go off almost simultaneously in this brain of mine. A new thought brings more visualizations and more creations. I am on a fast train to somewhere. I want to stop and read each pulse and determine is this it? Is this the direction to follow? And then comes the chatter....CHATTER! No! Music soothes the noise in my head momentarily....awhh freedom.. This time the electricity signals of my brain jump in unison to the beat of the tunes. These tunes engulf my ear lobes and travel to the depths of my soul...awwh peace.

Creating The Life I Desire

Here I am thinking about what is possible! My life is so rich and no amount of money can buy this feeling. It is the love of family and genuine friends, my dogs , music, writing, the joy of cooking a delicious meal. Mostly it's the realization that I can truly be in the moment and love what exists, not what doesn't exist. I value the present and although it's not easy to do, I never stop trying. It is as the saying goes-- enjoy the journey! I wish this message for everyone--to learn to quiet the chatter, to always keep trying and create the life you desire. Sometimes just letting go--opens doors you'd never imagined possible. Love, Kimberly

Possibilities (inspired by Michael J Fox)

Like a flower with all its petals
A village with it's travelers
A mind full of a zillion thoughts
And a home filled with love

There are all kinds of possibilities
Sometimes we don't see them
As human beings. Sometimes we miss that
Chance Opportunity to capture these moments

There is enough for everyone
Our strength and ability if
Combined of all people
Is insurmountable.

Yet we suffer, we fight, we cry, we wail
Optimism may be our only medicine.
Let's take a dosage of this everyday
Being grateful for what we do have

When you do not have, when you are in lack
Think of the optimism your inner spirit
Can always have. It is there for you!
You can take, it is a gift.
No one can take this from you! No ONE!

Possibilities exist with optimism.


This free write was inspired by Michael J.Fox special I saw last night! Thank you Michael!

My Inner Counselor

Some people are just selfish
The more I try the more they don't
The more I give
The less they give.
Yes, these are people I have known.
SO I ask myself Why?
Why do I maintain friendships like this?
It's okay to have friends who are there
When needed and who need me.
But this does not make a person a best friend.
Best friendship takes time to grow, to bloom.
A best friend earns one's trust.
A best friend is loyal and asks questions
When in doubt.
All I can do now is let go.
It is the power of letting go
That will help shift energy
To something positive and great!

In some cases, letting go
Has brought friends closer in the end.
And in others, it has brought out the
Bitter truth.
All in all time heals, love heals and faith heals.
This is my inner counselor.

Hello Self

Hello again self.
There is a writer within,
A singer within,
An actor within.
They are all there
Still there
Even during the quiet times.
The fragile times,
The eager times,
The elusive times.
Hello again self.
Hello again self.
Nice to meet you again.

Sometimes dreams don't matter much. They are important yes! When I look at life I can see the beauty without the dream. When something tragic happens in your life, suddenly everything is more clear. I see the sky more clearly with shades of happiness, not just melancholy. One may think it would be different. But no! What's different is our appreciation for what is present. I am filled with love and even when the past haunts me, I thank my heart for noticing the small moments in life that really aren't small at all. I carry my dreams with me only now it's life that never siezes to inspire.

With Each Stroke

March 18, 2009

Brush strokes of red, yellows and
Topaz blue gliding
Gentle, strong with desire
These layers, upon layers
Shed light on my soul
Intentional
Lifting me back onto my feet
With each touch

The colors vibrate, all over the page
The paper gleams with circles
Of every color
And my heart quickens a few steps
More-- I am back again.

A rythmic beat in the background
The walls spin
Nothing else matters
But this moment of pride
Look what has been created
It doesn't matter
There is no perfection
A jewel in a crazy world

Thoughts on "The Plan"

Today I don't have a poem
I don't have lyrics to a song
Or a mind that really wants to
Do any thinking at all.

It is just a need to write.
For the pure pleasure and
For my own therapeutic reason
That is good enough for me.

So I write. I write to you today
about timing. My husband and I did not find
The nest, the home we were looking for, during a long
3 month period, in which our patience was tested.
And then out of no where, my husband gets a call that
we will be relocating for his job.

Except now, we will be living in an area that will increase the odds of my dreams fourishing more quickly. There is film, music and art throughout the city. We will both be happier there. Sometimes things happen for a reason, and it is all a part of the "Greater Plan." Our patience, emotions and flexibility were tested--but in the end we were powerless to the PLAN.

And just like we were powerless in the end to the PLAN, in many ways, it is the same for our dreams. Life takes us on unexpected adventures. All I can say now is that I want to surrender to the plan.

Being

Just being in the moment
Believing it is all possible
I felt that again today.
There was a moment of "Ah ha"
I can do this
I am doing this
I am enough

And so I picked myself back up
From what felt like
A hurricane to my head
And I am back again.
Here, present, ready
Ready to take on the world

I am being me and I love it
The headache has subsided
And in this moment
All that matters
Is that I am lucky
There is a roof above my head
A family to love
And those who love me too.

It is a blessing just to be alive
To look at the baby blue sky
And know that all will be okay
This is Being
This is living
This is Peace
This is Me.

I am so thankful.

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Simple Wish - Free Write

Date Created: Feb. 18, 2009

A New Morning,
A New Start.
A fresh, rosy face
That glows,
Even in the dark.

A simple wish,
Of times forseen.
A hope for tommorow
Something more, than a dream.

A love for adventure
The warmth of the sun
A gentle kiss
From the man
Who is always the one

I'm so grateful
For feelings, like this.
It's just my simple wish
Life reminds me of this

Swollen With Grief

It takes you in
Like a dark cave,
With its mysterious aura.
The cave breeds curiousity
And so you enter,
With caution and eyes gentle.
And all at once, you feel afraid.
What you thought would be
Captivating or real,
Was sorrowful and decieving.
And so you go, turn around,
Hoping to have missed the bats,
But they hover close to you.
Darkness overhead, so you hurry
And finally they are gone.
But the sorrow that lingers
Makes you feel swollen with grief.
A tear falls, before you
even begin to blink an eye.
And again that aliveness is born.
You are swollen with grief.

Eyes Wide Shut

Beauty exists when our eyes are wide shut, and we are no longer wandering. There is a silence, a stillness and peace that overcomes the body. My eyes are shut and happy that way. A tingling sensation overcomes my forehead and strengthens until it consumes the whole head. It is a feeling I have just become familiar with- true relaxation. And then it becomes something more than a calm embrace. It is spirituality. It is depth of my being, an intense wave of emotion and ocean running down my spine. As the waves calmly rotate along my being, I am reminded of life. Life doesn’t need to be so hard, so painful, so rushed, so without spirit. This is really living and yet nothing moves, but the inhalation of my lungs. This inhalation breaths back spirit to the depths of my soul. And once again I am alive.

Thanks for the Hug

(created Jan. 14, 2009)

I am truly touched that a gentle, old man
Who walked slowly and yet, with such care
Asked for my help today.
He said, “Could you open the door for me ?”
I said sure, without a pause.
I was eager to help in anyway,
As I opened the door and held it for awhile,
I thought about good deeds,
Wishing we all paid it forward.
As this old man held his walker,
He smiled at me with his crooked and grayish teeth.
And he said, “Give me a hug!”
I said, "I can always use a hug" and we hugged.
And this stranger and I smiled as he walked by.
I told him “Have a good day.”
He said “Each day is a good day.”
And with that moment I was forever touched.
I told him, “That is positive.” And I walked by.
Always and forever I will remember this day
We paid it forward, Are you ready to do the same?
At the start, this old man needed my help
And in the end, It was his hug that I needed.

The Bakery

The Bakery (created Jan. 14, 2009)

White puffs, crispy bits of dough, fingers pointed with love. The bakery was the place of time standing still. I wanted to feel every bite, take it all in, feel the tiny particles of energy as it melted in my mouth. Each morsel slid down my throat with ease. Each bite was heaven and this was what it felt like to be present, to be alive.

A cinnamon glazed bun puffing up as it cooled from the blistering heat of the charcoaled oven. The bun yearned to cool off but the eager buyer wasn’t waiting, not patient enough to smell. The aroma captured us before…before…oh poor soul! It was too late, for the cinnamon bun was gone. It went far down in the depths of his tummy. The aroma carried us all away and now we regret it. We didn’t have the patience to wait longer.

So on to the next gourmet treat---Oh there now are sugared muffin tops of a variety of flavors: chocolate chip, carrot, banana nut, pumpkin. There are far too many for our weary eyes. A woman’s eyes study each muffin as if to make a most important decision. Each muffin acted as a test to her senses, and smelling each muffin brought back sweet memories. She pondered this important decision until the baker appeared forlorn. The baker thought, “When will she make up her mind?” This woman of 20’s continued to wait. She took in the moment and then the aroma carried her away. Pumpkin was her chosen flavor of the day. The fresh scent of pumpkin was a taste of the fall air.

The woman smiled aware of time as it stood still. And all the other treats in the bakery stood together in bundles of their own; they were hopeful that the onlookers would choose them today. The air filled with scents both sweet and salty and the sweet continued to win.

More and more the passerby smelled and was lured to the bakery. More and more we all lined up. For it was here in the bakery; we are reminded of home