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a day out and about
Sometime you need a day out and about. A bit of lunch, stopping by the library, and a little jaunt to the post office for some letter writing supplies.
The week’s full moon has me pondering and pondering, while doing a lot more writing offline. Also gettin some work done around the house. And I must say, there are a few cats that have asked for me to step away from my desk to come play.
Not much to share right now, but am very grateful for all y’all who stop by to read my rambles.
Until next time,
~ Kimbo
jupiter cazimi, a full moon, and recovering from both
Y’all, this has been one heck of a week, and I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday.
A short post because life has me running in circles but I just want to say one important thing, and I will elaborate once the moon hangover is done. But what I want to say is this, and it’s very important – shared from the heart of who I am.
People, pay your spiritual workers. Like, they will help you in a pinch, but don’t me that person always asking for something. Just don’t. So, just to make sure you get the full effect of this post today, repeat after me…
“I will pay my spiritual worker.”
walking down memory lane
“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.”
― Madeleine L’Engle
Y’all…lemme tell you about how to heal in 7 days…well, maybe not 7 days, but still…it’s been an interesting week that is gonna kinda round out into a 9 day personal retreat that I didn’t even leave the house to attend. Let me just say that it is both a gift and a sadness to look through old photographs.
Even with the advent of pocket cameras, print photography was not always a luxury that folks in the past could afford. Sometimes families would save up all year to have a photo made when photographers came to their town. You might think that was way back in ye olden days, but it was still happening in rural parts of the United States way into the 1990s. Sometimes the only photos folks could afford were the ones taken for a church bulletin, or in a school setting. I guess the feeling I’m trying to convey here is this – when you find a box you absentmindedly stashed away like almost 20 years ago it’s a good idea to be prepared for what you find.
Honestly it was like I left little oracle notes in a box knowing that in July of 2026 I would open it to find that all the things I thought were lost in my life just needed to resurface at a time when everything felt a little wobbly. As if somewhere within me I thought, “Yeah, I’m gonna need to look through all these pieces of my history to remember that life is for living.”
Honestly…y’all I was a little overwhelmed by it all, making it hard to do any kind of cohesive writing. Nevertheless I persisted, and showed up everyday to share something here – the place where it all began oh so many years ago. I guess it’s sort of like coming home.
I’m very grateful to have this space, and thankful for all y’all who stop by.
Until next time,
~ Kimbo
dream a little dream (from my first days on wp)
Utah Phillips shares how time is an enormous long river, and we are all standing in the flow of it. I like that visual, it reminds me how truly connected we all are.
“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.” ― John O’Donohue
“Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.” ― Madeleine L’Engle
Seventeen years ago I set out on an adventure for my version of the Philosopher’s Stone. I didn’t want money or a bijou, and I wasn’t particularly looking for inner wisdom…I just wanted to rest. Not the kind of rest you get on a rainy Sunday afternoon, but to find quiet in my soul.
A few photography and poetry awards were okay. Teaching all the things I love to others was nice. Helping those in the community who were homeless or had nothing was rewarding, but the red tape and other nonsense made it difficult to actually help others. See clients in my herbalism and wellness practice was nice, as was the spiritual work I was doing. Truly all of it is where my inner Phoenix got the tinder to rise from the ashes to walk back to these places again. What tired me out so deeply was the cultural push to fit into a niche. Humans contain multitudes, and we are not one sided entities that only put the round peg in the round hole.
“But what is it that you do exactly.”
The same thing I’ve done all my life, make things and help people. One day it might be helping someone figure out the healthcare system, another day it’s sitting on the front porch making meditation videos. What I do is what any granny or folk woman did all those years ago before everything had to be part of a system.
She was there when babies were born, and there when the elders passed away. If there was a cold in the community, her nights were full of applying poultices while saying prayers. Sometimes she’d have a younger woman with her to learn the trade/craft, as well as having a gentleman to help with the farm work and such. Most often they had their own family to tend to alongside folks in the community. At their core the description of their work is the same as mine – they made things and helped people. My goal as a young person was to be very similar to this kind of human, and while my little dreams may not have gone true, the big one did.
You see, I’ve done everything from setting gemstones to using a microgravity meter and everything in between. Well, not deep sea diving, because my heart wouldn’t stand for it (same for climbing mountains). I guess what I’m trying to say is that all my dreams have come true, so I have no doubt that the next ones will be much the same. It isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it.
Until next time,
~ Kimbo
p.s. Just a few more days of getting the house all settled and cleared up from a recent remodel. Thanks to all y’all for riding along with me during this time of writing interruptions.