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Something more

“You napped until you were 5,” I’ll tell my son.

You were stubborn as any icicle in hell, that’s for sure. Always staunchly certain you’d survive the afternoon until sleep melted your resistance into dreams.

I always loved that moment when I’d peak my head into your room to find silence holding you softly in its arms, your little body in a contorted position, warm and sweaty, with a familiar pink dusting your eye lids.

I’d close my eyes and whisper quietly, “God, I love this little boy, please keep him safe.”

My heart always danced a funny flitter. Any good parent watching over a healthy, innocent child knows this magical, frightening feeling.

 

What will happen when you go off to school? I’d think.

Share your first kiss?

Fall in love for all the wrong reasons?

Will you believe in soulmates,

And find yours in the girl whose eyes pull you toward her spirit?

 

Sometimes when we hit the road,

I reach my hand behind the seat to lace your little fingers in between mine.

We drive, without question, holding hands, and you never seem to ask me why.

I just reach, and like gravity, you reach too.

We sit in the silence because sometimes, as you always say,

We just like the quiet.

 

Yes, the quiet.

 

Today you said something, and I wanted to cry, but we were in the grocery store, and you wouldn’t have understood my tears, or maybe you would have.

Rounding the corner near aisle 6, I watched you stop, scrunch your forehead and say,

“Mommy, there’s something inside my heart that makes me go the same direction as other people.”

My eyes widened, and you waited patiently for my reaction.

I asked you to repeat what you had said because, well because I wanted to hear it again and make sure I wasn’t making things up in my mind, as I often love to do (hence poetry).

 

Again, a bit irritated with me now, you said:

“Mommy, listen, there’s something inside my heart that makes me go the same direction as other people.”

 

You did a little dance around the shopping cart, and the quiet came over us again.

I felt a lump in my throat surface, and tears glazed my eyes,

Spirit wanting to cleanse itself upon hearing this profound truth

Spoken by you.

You didn’t mind that I was at a loss for words.

Sometimes truth is loud enough that commentary seems noisy.

We kept walking in the same direction.

 

Sometimes I wonder who you are, I wonder how you know these things. I wonder why you trust me and love me as you do. I wonder if you know how much you’ve taught me. I wonder what your friends will think. What your teachers will say. Where your heart will lead you. What direction and with what kind of people you’ll walk.

 

Lucas, something inside my heart makes me go in the same direction as other people too. It’s the reason I get up every day. It’s the feeling that moves me to hold you closer. It’s the hunch that nudged me to create this blog. I think what you’re referring to is connection.

 

Yes, I believe that something in your heart is yearning for connection, for love, for compassion, for acceptance. Something greater. Something more.

I know because I feel it too. But oh my wise little Buddha Lucas, you don’t have to look very far – because all of those things are already in you, right there in your heart. You feel it because you were born with those things.

As my favorite poet often says, “We are born whole. We need others to be complete.”

My little light Lucas, you’ve got the answers already, at age 4! Now go and keep walking where your heart wishes to lead you.

Your light will brighten so many people.

 

Thank you for making me smile, even now as I write this. I can’t wait to share these memories with you when you’re old enough to understand how much you’ve helped mommy.

But for now, I’d like to keep walking in the same direction as you, that’s if you don’t mind of course.

 

I love you,

Mom

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The road to successful living

It is 6a.m. on Saturday morning, I have just finished writing a new poem, made a list of my top 4 favorite titles for “the book” – and all I can think is to write to you, my wonderful lights, and share this moment with you. It has taken many months, many breaths, many cries, many HUGE steps toward my dreams in the face of fear to get to this place.

Most recently, the past 13 weeks or so have flown by, and it always takes me by surprise each time someone asks me, “Hey Ki, how’s it going with your book?!” You guys are simply the best.

I think to myself, Ah, yes, my book! My heart and soul translated to paper, how could I forget?! I take a few moments to breathe, ask for patience, remember to explain my thoughts slowly, and include my friends and family on this crazy journey.

I recently posted to Instagram that YES, I heard from my book editor last weekend! Some of you inquired for more details, and I will gladly share with you that I received wonderful feedback, but we are in the process of revision, a process that I take seriously and handle with care! I am still floating in the moment of complete bliss and gratitude for having had another set of eyes dance with my words… so much so that I am not ready to take the next step. Can I hold this moment forever?!

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I believe in asking for help. And sometimes, when we are truly ready to receive what we’ve asked for, the Universe grants us beautiful gifts. My gifts came after I decided to speak with close friends and family about my desire to turn my binder-full-of-poems into a real book.

A year ago this past April, I began writing – or shall I say, the intention to create something new flooded my senses, and I translated the evolution onto paper.

For months, I told no one, fearful that others would laugh off “a book of poetry.” I will save you the story about how I wrestled with myself to continue on the path, and I’ll fast-forward to confiding in a family member about my desire to move further into the unknown world of publishing. To my surprise, she immediately offered to me her connection in Florida who could possibly help with publishing. She’d send her friend an email if I’d like her to do that? (Uh, what? Is it really that easy? I thought. I wrestled myself. My gut screamed, YES!)

I reluctantly agreed. (Fear, fear, fear)

Within a week, an email popped into my inbox, Rick offered his phone number and told me to give him a call. Holding back tears over the phone, I admitted to Rick that I am fragile, that my poetry is deeply private, but that something larger than myself is pushing me to share this with others. I cannot recall much from our 45 minute conversation other than the warmth of Rick’s voice and the depth of his sincerity in dedicating himself to helping me walk this path.

His follow-up email brought me to tears,

“I admire you for pursuing your dreams. I’ll do whatever I can to help you get there.”

 

And I sent over my book. (Fear, fear, fear, tears, surrender to the unknown)

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I come back to this moment, early Saturday morning, wanting to tell you what Rick has said about my book, wanting to gush about what my book will look like, or smell like, or feel like, or sound like…

But truthfully, I am enjoying this moment of looking back at how much I’ve overcome to get HERE, NOW. Remembering how my heart pounded when I picked up the phone to call a stranger to tell him about my dreams, feeling his arms of acceptance hold me with the reminder:

“Stick with you poetry and your book. Don’t let anybody try to put a dent in your dream. You will see this through. It’s going to happen.”

Thank you Rick, thank you Universe, thank you inner Ki for carrying me to this place. I am grateful.

 

This is exactly what I wanted to share with you guys. That my dreams, and yours, are so unbelievably important. (They are the reason you are here!) I want to tell you that fear is a part of the process. That letting your intentions be known to the world is the only way to receive help on the path toward your dreams. That ‘fear of rejection and criticism’ FEELS FREAKING AWFUL, but the feeling of a stranger saying that he enjoys what you have created (AND EVEN HAS A FEW FAVORITES) is blissfully therapeutic. That when someone tells you to keep going, to keep pushing, to keep chasing your wildest dreams, you begin to feel worthy of all that life is offering to you RIGHT NOW.

That leaning into fear is the greatest success of all.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Universe for this lesson.

 

I began this journey to speak up about my experience of this world, in hopes of being heard, in hopes that others would accept me as I am once they had read ‘the book.’ I really, truly thought that a finished product in my hands would bring a feeling of success and accomplishment, and only THEN could I be considered a ‘real’ writer with something to show for it. I must admit, oh how completely wrong I was.

 

The journey to speak, to be heard, to share my deepest self is already happening. This process of writing, creating, discovering new parts of myself, sharing, laughing, loving, destroying old poems, and revisiting ones I thought I’d forgotten – all of this – IS the arrival.

You guys, I hope to the highest heavens within myself that this book comes to life, that you can hold it in your hands and discover something waiting patiently within you, but if it doesn’t ever happen that way, I am forever grateful for this step, this moment, this arrival right here and now.

 

I hope you are dancing with your wildest dreams. I hope there are people who want to help you, who want to celebrate your greatness, who will pick you up when fear has chased you to your knees. But please always remember: It is not the finished product, the final show, the last song on the record that makes this journey a success – it is in this moment, the one in which you are currently living, where you will find your arrival, your joy, your deepest and most profound level of success.

Celebrate yourself today. You have already arrived.

 

With all the light and love I carry,

Ki

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Can we be kinder, please?

“Turn down the mean voice. You’re not being nice, Momma.”

 

It was a Sunday. Lucas and I were enjoying a sunny afternoon lunch.

In a moment of incurable human frustration, I made a negative remark about a friend.

Lucas’ eyes narrowed, and with tiny fingers he made a twisting motion as if to hold the nob of a radio and adjust the volume accordingly.

“That was rude! Turn down the mean voice.” He giggled and again motioned to soften the volume.

I was stunned, embarrassed, humbled. I wanted to say, “Hey! That’s no way to speak to your mother.”

But he was right. I was being rude. I made an impulsive, mean comment. But I was frustrated.

My view was clouded.

 

Lucas searched my face for a reaction, as children do, and I smiled.

“Thank you, Lucas. You’re right, that was a mean thing to say about my friend. I’ll turn that mean voice down now. Thank you for reminding me to be kind.”

He went about eating his sandwich and hummed a silly song to himself.

The image of his tiny fingers quieting my meanness remained.

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I wonder, how many other people have allowed their mean voices to speak louder than the innate kindness that runs its course through us all?

How many times have we become frustrated and sent a nasty text message to a loved one in a fit of sadness and hurt feelings? Or rolled our eyes at the bank teller because he miscounted our money for the second time? Or yelled at the customer service representative because our impatience flooded a sense of understanding that we are just one of millions waiting to be helped? Or how about cursing the driver in front of us who cut us off in an unpleasant manner?

When did frustration and headaches replace patience and kindness?

 

The words of my favorite author and poet come to mind:

Mark Nepo says, “Underneath every headache is a heartache.”

 

There is so much value in this simple, yet deeply profound sentence. Underneath every headache we have, underneath every impulsive, mean comment or gesture that we make, underneath our impatience and misunderstanding, the innocence of our aching heart remains.

This explains why I am frustrated with my friend. She hurt me, and in the confusion of how best to express my hurt feelings, I become angry and speak ill of her.

This is an isolated incident, but this small hurt can turn into years of misunderstanding and estrangement – that is, if I choose not to properly express what is going on inside of me.

My suggestion to you, my wonderful readers, is to pay attention to how you outwardly express what is happening inside of you.

Why do you send the nasty text message?

Why do you roll your eyes at the bank teller?

Why do you yell at the customer service rep?

Why do you allow yourself to become upset with other drivers?

Only when you become aware of these ineffective, damaging habits, can you begin to address what is going on inside of you.

 

Truthfully, when I am hurting, when I feel as though no one hears what I am saying, when I feel like I’ve been wronged in some way, I become defensive, reactive, and I shut down. My hurt becomes anger, my anger becomes tears. My tears become confusion, distortion of words and phrases, a mess of emotions and fear, a chaotic swirl of truth that so desperately wants to be heard. It has taken years for me to observe these outward reactions and address the inward truths that drive my behaviors. I’m not saying this has been easy. Every day is a practice. Living continues to be a process, a challenge, a mighty work of art in the making for me.

 

To my lovely little lights, underneath our behaviors are the untouched hurts within us.

I challenge you to silence that mean voice and let the real you begin to speak.

Let’s be kinder to others — and to ourselves.

The change always begins with you.

 

Light and love,

Ki & Lucas

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Finding strength here and Now

Do you ever feel like you’re bulldozing through tasks, to-do lists, projects and goals — but you still feel like you’re drowning?

I feel like the baggage from my old self is weighing down who I want to be Now. Baggage so huge that I’m suffocating under it, choking on it as I present my research, trying to swallow it down when others look me in the eye and ask how I’m doing, spewing it up when I write something about how I’m wrestling with God or angry with a loved one because she doesn’t show me the kind of love that I think I need from her. Baggage so heavy that my back aches and my body screams for release.

Well the good news? This is progress. It takes time to let go of the old muck and mud and to step into new ways of behavior and being.

What I know to be true? The baggage MUST be felt and exposed in order to be RELEASED. Why aren’t we talking about this more often?! We all just assume that we should be stronger than our emotions. And I say, No way!!! That is incorrect. Being with our emotions IS strength.

You want to move past what is happening now? Then feel your way through it.

Move with it until your knees shake.

Breathe with it until your inner becomes the outer.

Live with your Now before entering the next stage of your life.

It will be painful, even agonizing at times. It will feel as though your heart is being poked and slit in a million different places, but THIS is the reason we are here. To do the work. To bend, to break, and to stand tall in the root of our truth.

And that, my friends, is what being human is all about.

I hope you find the strength to be with whatever is happening in your life. **This too will pass, the good and the bad.

Just remember, it is all here for us now. The human experience, with all its faces, is here to guide you, not hurt you.

Don’t fear it, face it. Let your experience wash in you and return to the world outside.

Embrace the light and the dark. It is all here for you, waiting to be felt.

Happy weekend to you all.

With love,

Ki

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**Thank you, Soc, for reminding me that it all passes, in time.

The courage to be vulnerable

If you’re uncomfortable with truth, this post may not be for you.

If you’re uncomfortable with emotions, this post may not be for you.

If you’re here for a “Facebook worthy post” with a false sense of ‘yay my life is peaches and cream!” – this post is definitely not for you.

If you’re still here, I want to ask you:

What does ‘being vulnerable’ feel like for you?

I asked myself this question after witnessing a beautiful soul talk about her struggle with vulnerability. I’m referring to Brené Brown, author and researcher, and total kick-ass warrior against shame. After watching Brown bare her truth on stage, I couldn’t help but shed a few (okay, a lot of) tears and embrace her struggle as my own.

If you haven’t seen her TED talks or read any of her books, I’ll summarize for you. In her deeply insightful book, Daring Greatly, Brown writes:

“Vulnerability is not knowing victory or defeat, it’s understanding the necessity of both; it’s engaging. It’s being all in. We must dare to show up and let ourselves be seen. This is vulnerability. This is daring greatly.”

She often reiterates the point that courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.

Again and again she says,

Vulnerability is courage. The courage to be seen.

 

So let me ask again, what does being vulnerable feel like for you? Does it scare you? Do you associate it with weakness? Would you consider ‘being vulnerable’ courageous?

 

What happens when you allow yourself to be seen? When you let your guard down? When you say the truth of a situation and how it makes you feel? When you make a pitch to your boss? When you introduce a boyfriend to your family? When you have a tough conversation with a family member? When you share a lifelong dream with a friend? Do you immediately regret it? Do you crawl up in a ball and cry?

Tell me, what are your vulnerabilities?

 

I’ll start with a few of mine. Here are some painfully vulnerable moments from the past few years of my life that have stuck with me and to this day make me feel uncomfortable.

 

Vulnerability is….

 

-Telling my partner that I’m unhappy

-Admitting that I need professional help

-Saying ‘I love you’ to a man who I know doesn’t love me in return

-Quitting school to have a baby at age 19

-Flying out of the country for the first time, alone

-Telling a loved one that her expectations of me are ruining our relationship

-Sending my book of poetry to a stranger

-Calling said stranger on the phone and admitting that I am completely terrified of watching this book come to life

-Hearing this stranger say that he’s all in — that he believes in me

-Having a dream so huge that it makes me cry when I talk about it

-Wearing a swim suit

-Explaining to my son why mommy is sad some days

-Talking about God

-Overdosing on prescription medication and waking up

-Talking to God about why she woke me up

-Beginning college for the second time and immediately panicking

-Sharing my story in a therapy group after being hospitalized for major depression

-Writing a book and wondering if the one person I desperately want to read it even will

-Letting go of one dream to pursue another

-Forgiving myself for So. Many. Things.

-Losing best friends after telling them I was pregnant

-Surrendering to Love

-Calling my grandma for the first time after my grandpa went to be with God

-Opening up to strangers and accepting them as soulmates (yes, I believe that many people nourish our souls!)

-Looking in the mirror and accepting that this is what I look like

That this is who I am.

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Phew! I am going to have a vulnerability hangover after this post! But YOU GUYS!!! WE MUST START FACING OUR TRUTHS. WE MUST START SHOWING UP IN LIFE! I don’t know about you, but being vulnerable feels really awful at first, but there is good news. If we can just start to lean into that uncomfortable exposure, it is possible to enjoy a freer, healthier, more purposeful life. Living with intention allows us to embrace each precious moment that waits for us right here, right now.

 

I encourage you to think about your vulnerable self. What are your vulnerabilities? Can you name a few? Why not try writing them down and sharing them with a trusted loved one? What if you started the conversation today? If you find it too difficult to voice your vulnerabilities, think about what is preventing you from having the courage to be vulnerable and show up?

 

Before you begin exploring your vulnerabilities, please remember that you are enough. You are worthy of love and belonging. Do not let others, or yourself, tell you any differently. What you think about yourself may not be the truth. We all have our ‘shit’ that we’d rather not face. This doesn’t change the fact that You are enough. You are enough. You are enough.

Being vulnerable is not weakness. It is courage. It is courage.

It is courage.

Have the courage to face yourself in a naked, honest way.

Enter the arena that is your life. It may feel scary, it will be painful at times, and that’s okay.

Your soul thanks you.

Sending light and so much love to you all.

Let’s be courageous together.

I love you!

 

-Ki

 

**Infinite thanks to Brené Brown for starting the conversation on vulnerability and shame. You can never know how many lives you are saving right now. You are a beautiful, brave warrior. You inspire us to enter the arena ever day of our lives.

Sore spots in relationships

To my wonderful readers, friends, and family —

 

I’d like to share some exciting news! I started this blog as a means to express my journey through motherhood, anxiety, spiritually connecting with the universe, and questioning the hell out of this strange and magical world. I rarely check my ‘blog analytics,’ but yesterday I felt pulled to see in what countries LifeofKi is viewed. And you guys, since January 2014, LifeofKi has reached over 80 countries! 80?!?! What?

My little blog. A place of questioning and growth that I started two years ago with little to no expectations of reaching the outside world, and now?! Gratitude fills me. It’s truly magical what happens when we have the courage to work on ourselves and expose our cracked and creviced places. I never could have imagined that people all over the world would continue to relate to and return to my words.

Thank you, thank you, thank you again.

You see me.

I see you too.

 

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On another note – let’s be productive today and work on ourselves!

As you guys know, many of my readers and friends come to me with relationship issues and ask for advice.

First — I like to ask questions in order to get them thinking about who they are and what they bring to a relationship – Because remember, we must first begin with ourselves in order to understand the world around us.

I’d like to focus today on our ‘sore spots’ in relationships. What do I mean by sore spots? I’m talking about those things that, perhaps unknowingly, hinder and destroy our relationships over time. I’ve heard them referred to as the ‘cancer’ of relationships.

I’m talking about our Insecurities and Expectations.

Now it’s your turn to do some work.

 

Today, let’s be aware of our sore spots —

What are your insecurities?

Think about your “I’m not” statements? (I’m not beautiful enough. I’m not smart enough. I’m not enough) Are you aware of the insecurities you bring to relationships with friends, family, and future partners?

 

What are your expectations?

What do you expect from other people when you enter a new relationship? What do you expect from yourself? Are your expectations too high? Are they open-minded enough? Do you expect too much from your children? Your spouse? Your parents?

Once you’ve given yourself time to sit with these questions, I’d like you to be aware of how much work you’ve done thus far. Facing our rough edges is the first step.

 

Maybe you’re thinking, okay Ki, I already know these things about myself, but what can I do RIGHT NOW to mend my relationships?

I have 4 nuggets of advice to start with TODAY.

 

1. Drop expectations

Drop all expectations of how others should be, or act, or love, or dress, or speak, etc. Drop expectations of how you think you should look, or act, or be in relationships as well. Just be you. The goal here is to be open to others for exactly who they are. When we drop these thoughts, we create so much SPACE in our lives and minds for the present moment and the person in front of us.

 

2. Make NO assumptions

     Unless you ask, you do NOT know. The goal here is to LOSE your assumptions about people and situations, and to open communication with those around you. If you don’t know, ask. If there is a misunderstanding in your relationship, reach out and ask why there is tension. If you are curious about someone new and would like to know more, ask. If someone didn’t return your call — instead of becoming annoyed or angry, why not reach out again after a couple of days? Keep communication OPEN.

 

3. Let go of the need for another’s affirmation in order to affirm yourself

     I can assure you, I’ve been in situations where I thought I needed love, attention, (fill in the blank) from someone, when really – I needed to focus on tending to those areas within myself. This is where the real work begins. We must learn to let go of what we THINK we need from others. Don’t expect others to fill you – YOU must fill you.

 

4. Affirm yourself

     Practice loving-kindness, meditate, look in the mirror and admire your best qualities, write down what you love about your intellectual being, your spiritual being, whatever it is that makes you feel good about being YOU – DO IT! EMBRACE IT! BE IT!

 

Remember:

We must first begin with ourselves in order to spread our brightest light and harvest our healthiest relationships.

 

Sending my best,

Ki

Are you with me?

Today is the day I go back to college.

 

I’m not sure how I feel in this moment. Oddly, I don’t feel much at all. The sun has yet to rise as I type this. The house creaks, but everyone’s asleep. I’m sitting comfortably in my office, a cup of strong coffee sitting next to me. I read over the syllabus for my class today. It’s intense, to say the least.

Am I ready?

 

I think I’m a little numb today, body and mind tired from crying most of the afternoon yesterday. I’m not sure why I cried so much. I visited campus, met my sweet advisor, and signed up for classes — nothing to cry about right?! But let’s be honest, you guys know by now that the ‘simple’ task of meeting with my advisor was a big step for me. So as you can imagine, registering for classes, one of which starts TODAY, rushing to buy books, and preparing myself mentally for this huge step was maybe too much for one afternoon. But hey, I come by it honestly that I am impulsive and tend to make huge life decisions when perhaps I should breathe and remain patient. But we live with our choices, and we face our truths, and here I sit on the first day of classes blogging about fear when I should be skimming the first two chapters of required reading :)

Am I really ready for this?

 

I know what I know, and I like what I like. I love reading, but to read assigned material — do I really want to do this again? Do I want to learn APA formatting? Do I want to subject myself to criticism and a strict grading scale again? Is it in me to try this one more time?

It’s been five years since I was in a classroom (aside from my brief stint in Jewish education classes).

Am I ready?

 

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Do you ever find yourself in moments of serious doubt when up until this point, you were 100% confident in your path? You know, like getting cold feet right before the wedding? Or that moment in the delivery room when your first born is on his way and you question if you’re fit to be a parent? Like packing your entire life into one suitcase the night before moving to a new country and feeling your heart sink into your stomach. It’s too late to go back now, and you wonder:

Am I ready?

 

I’m learning that we all have these moments. We all wonder about the next big changes in our lives. We all question those defining moments that could propel us onto greater paths, if only we’d lean into the fear. I think maybe that’s the key. Maybe we need to befriend what feels uncomfortable, to cozy up with what we don’t know for sure.

 

There’s a lot I don’t know about this next step I take today.

I don’t know if college is the right decision for me, but my gut screams to go back. I don’t know how great of a student I’ll be, but I value education and know that I want this degree no matter what anyone around me says about it. I don’t know how well I can maintain my anxiety, but I will practice ways to bring me back to that silent part of myself. I don’t know if I’ll graduate this time around, but I’m willing to try.

I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to admit that I don’t know what’s in store for tomorrow. I don’t know if the decisions I’m making today will benefit me in the future. I don’t know these things. I can’t know. I think that’s the difference this time around; I’m not 18 anymore. I’m not a freshman. I’m not that little girl who is certain she will graduate from Hanover, ease into grad school, and become a psychologist. Yikes, if only I could talk to that girl today and tell her that life isn’t so ‘certain’…

 

No, I’m not that girl anymore. I’m 7 years older. I’m an adult now (although it doesn’t feel like that most days). I’m okay with saying that I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I’ll start taking classes to find out (with the help of my advisor and the Career Center — remember, it’s okay to ask for help guys!! We can’t do all things on our own). I’m okay with saying that I don’t have my entire life mapped out, but I’m willing to take the first step. I must take that first step. One foot in front of the other. And you should too. Friends, no matter what new beginnings you’re facing, no matter what unknowns, you must take that step. To remain stagnant will leave you fearful and paralyzed. Movement is the only way.

 

I’m willing to step into the fear of the unknown.

One moment at a time. One breath at a time.

I’ll take that chance today.

Will you?

 

Let’s do this together. Let’s look fear in the face and continue pursuing our dreams. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready.

Are you with me?

 

Light and love,

Ki

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Only you

“You’re getting caught up in your thoughts again, aren’t you? I felt it in your writing. This week and last. You’re reading too much again, aren’t you? I felt that too. It’s easy to forget this, but getting swept away by our thoughts or allowing them to go is a choice.

Remember, do what you love because you love doing it, not because of this or that.”

Paraphrased from a beautiful friend of mine

 

What can I say? I have incredible friends. Beyond incredible. Beyond friendship. There are souls out there in this world, right now, whose hearts beat at the same pace as mine, whose eyes are open wide at the sight of ‘ordinary’ magic, whose ears perk as children laugh, who ‘know’ the exact moment I am crumbling and need a reminder to move slowly, settle into the moment, to get to know the people around me.

They remind me what it feels like to smile for no reason, to write because it stirs my heart to flutter, to meet strangers whose eyes pull me toward them.

My friends are the gravity that pulls me to my center — to what is most important, to the moments that social media does not capture, to the warmth of love that can only be felt, not posted to my blog.

These souls call me when they know I won’t answer the phone, only to leave a voicemail that renews my senses.

These friends leave me humbled upon taking my advice to break out of their comfort zones, encouraging me to do the same.

These people are extraordinary, reminding me that no moment is ordinary. Inspiring me to believe that something wonderful is about to happen.

They are hopeful. They are persistent. They are diligent. They are love. They are family. They hold me kindly when I cannot hold myself. They are the mirrors of a cracked and creviced Ki, who maybe, is quite extraordinary too, if only I’d let myself see it.

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Whatever is going on outside of you, remember that you have a center too. You have an untouchable space that is perfect as it is. It can calm you. It can fill you. It can lift you up when the outer is pounding down on your doors of experience. If only you’d allow it.

That space is forever keeping you here. In this moment. Alive and well. You too, are extraordinary. Can you see it? Can you feel it inside of you?

 

I wish I could show you. I wish my friends could show you. But it is only YOU who can feel it. Only you who can see it for yourself. My little lights, please allow others to guide you back to that magical space. But most importantly, allow your heart to open to the beautiful being that you are. Truly, it is only you who can do this.

 

Get out of your head; get back to what truly matters.

Sometimes we all need a reminder.

I love you. Won’t you please love yourself?

 

Light and love,

Ki

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Love is a verb

In this fast-paced, electronically obsessed day and age, I wonder: Have we lost touch with our ability to truly connect with one another?

Think for a moment: How are you connecting with your loved ones?

Do you tell them that you love them? Do you show them too? How?

I’m learning that proactive people make ‘love’ a verb

Love is something you do, the giving of self.

So what, then, can we do right now to show someone just how much he/she means to us?

Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching, and I think, How can I make ‘love’ a verb this year? How can I make ‘what I do for others’ speak louder than a simple: I love you? Gifts and flowers and chocolates are lovely, yes, but what is most important is how we show our love day in and day out, right now.

 

Eat meals together

This is a fantastic time to laugh and spend precious moments (or hours) with the people you love most. It can be inexpensive too! A bottle of wine and a homemade pizza can make anyone happy (or maybe that’s just me). Regardless, it’s not about the food you’re eating – it’s about the memories you’re creating.

Send a hand-written letter (or a postcard, if you prefer a more concise approach – No worries, the simple gesture itself will speak volumes)

What else can you say besides, I love you? Get creative. Write a poem. Write 5 things you love to do with the person receiving your letter. Reminisce about an experience you enjoyed sharing together. Suggest planning an excursion in the coming months. Say whatever you want! I just mailed a 4-page hand-written note to a friend asking nothing but rhetorical questions to keep his mind thinking! It doesn’t matter what you say; it’s that you thought of this person and took the time to sit down and write to him/her that matters.

Smile – it benefits us both

You guys, this is the simplest thing you can do for your loved ones (and for the world). Smiling is linked with “feel-good” hormones (dopamine) in your brain to naturally make you feel happy. And hey, if someone smiles at you, why not smile back?

Pick up the phone and call

For many of you, like me, this is a foreign concept. I text, email, direct message, ‘like’ your photos, but calling?! Eeeek! And voicemail, what is that? But this is such a genuine way to connect with your loved ones. I personally have anxiety talking to someone whose face I cannot see. So for those of you like me, why not try using Skype? It is free, and really easy to use; you can even download the app on your phone. Skype is my personal favorite. With wonderful readers all over the globe, I can connect within seconds, share laughs and advice, and be humbly reminded that there are REAL people out there who are reading my words daily. In this case, we are using technology wisely, and it is a great way to connect with loved ones (and blog readers) afar! Get reconnected!!

My personal favorite: Be present

So once you’ve placed your phone calls, turn your phone off (or silence it) and listen to the people around you. I can recall a moment a couple of years ago, I met with a friend after 13 years of not seeing each other. We organized to meet with friends with whom we attended school as children, and during two days of catching up, I did not see him reach for his phone to check texts, emails, etc. Not once! He lived so beautifully in each moment, and it makes me wonder, can I do that? Can you? Can you forget about checking your phone for an entire weekend? What about an entire day? An afternoon? Challenge yourself. Let’s ‘check’ a little less, and connect a little more.

 

Make. Love. A. Verb.

Go out and DO something for someone else today and every day.

 

Light and love and action,

Ki

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All the little lights

I believe the Universe sends us signs.

Signals, open doors, messages from God, however you want to define ‘opportunity’ – this is what I’m referring to. The world, it seems, is quite magical then, wouldn’t you agree? Because no matter what you believe, no matter what religion you follow or don’t, no matter your opinions on anything for that matter – we all have moments of opportunity whispering to us each day. It is up to us to hear them and follow.

Sometimes these doors of opportunity are quite small and narrow,

With a tiny peek of light behind the threshold,

Leading us to question if we’ve even seen a light after all?

Yet other moments offer us an abundance of green lights chanting

‘Yes, GO!’ – an openness so vast that it would be foolish of us to avoid.

Whatever the case, all the little lights of opportunity are here for us right now.

 

Over the last few months, I’ve found that my inner light is quite dim. I reached out to a friend last week, wondering if maybe she needed a friend too. Perhaps her light could strengthen mine? In a matter of days, I found myself in her cozy home, coffee in hand, chatting again as we did when we were freshman in college. Five hours into the afternoon, we continued to reminisce and conjure up plans to explore Europe together. I left her home feeling renewed, brighter than the day before.

Last Thursday, I woke with a sense of relief, feeling grateful after Wednesday’s chat with another beautiful soul who resides thousands of miles away. In the comfort of my office (and with the help of modern technology) we laughed, shared stories, advised each other, and concluded 3 hours of conversation with a “See you soon!”

Again, I was reminded of the infinite light that is here for all of us now, if only we could see it.

After a sweet embrace and a kiss goodbye with my son on Thursday, I ventured toward a local bookstore where I write and edit, write and edit, write and edit, and reach out to publishing companies. It is a wonderful time for myself and my dreams, but some days it is maddening because I grow tired and feel as though my efforts are time wasted. I sat for a moment, my dreams trapped in a red binder opposite me waiting to be embraced by the world. To continue with this crazy dream of a book? Or not to continue? I wrestled myself for a few moments.

I greeted a café employee and ordered my usual. He was quite inquisitive for 9AM and smiled, “What are you up to today?”

“Oh, just work,” I replied nervously.

He seemed disappointed with my brief reply.

(Cue inner confidence after an awkward silence)

I continued, “Actually I’m writing a book. It’s good motivation to come here and see everyone else’s books. So I’m here three mornings a week. The coffee helps.” I forced a smile.

Eyes widening and without hesitation he chirped, “Hey, that’s what we’re here for! Here you go, it’s on the house,” and he handed over the coffee.

We chatted briefly about my journey and passion for writing.

He seemed intrigued, and wished me all the best. I couldn’t thank him enough.

I still can’t believe I embraced a stranger.

Or maybe, I can’t believe a stranger embraced me…

Again, my inner light was brightened.

 

Feeling energized and grateful for this small (huge) act of kindness, I set up my ‘mobile office’ and wondered if I should edit? Or just read and relax? Three hours to kill while Lucas is in school…

And suddenly, as if the Universe heard my plight, a direct message popped up on my phone from a blog reader:

“Hi, Kiley! I just wanted to tell you that I am looking forward to reading your book.”

Stunned, flattered, humbled, excited, I was ready to begin.

And that was it, that’s all it took for me to continue. As if chatting with friends who know my soul wasn’t reassurance enough, the Universe offered me just one more green light. One more, “Go, Ki!” One extra little light to show me the way. And I was (and still am) beyond grateful.

 

The Universe is opening doors right now for you! Are you looking? Are you listening to the whispers? Are you alert? Are you open? Are you ready? Whatever it is that you want in your life, you must first ask for it. Then be open to what is here for you right now.

If you want friendship, ask for it. Give it too.

If you want love, ask for it. Be it too.

If you want compassion, ask for it. Show it too.

If you want inspiration, ask for it. Spread it too.

If you want certain things to manifest in your life, you must first plant the seed. Embody them…

And then, without even knowing it, these things will nourish your life, all on their own.

Trust, and let go of the outcome.

Just be open to right now.

Continue, yes, it’s time.

If you need a green light, here it is: GO!

 

Light and love,

Ki

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