walking down memory lane

An old birdhouse made to look like a camper sitting with crystals and things.

“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

create every day (mobile post)

What’s a promise you made to yourself that you’ve actually kept?

It’s a lovely rainy Saturday, perfect for a cup of tea and time with my art supplies.

Over the past few days, I have found around 50 circa 1990s professional grade colored pencils hidden away here and there. Not sure what my past self was thinking, but it seems to be that creative tools are all around us.

Creating every day has always been part of my life, except when it was impossible to do so. Since February of this year (2026), things are back as they should be, allowing me the time and resources to be creative.

Somewhere in there was the goal to write everyday for 16 weeks, even if was just a sentence or a passing thought. Then…I thought it would be fun to return to writing online, so I set a goal for that as well.

There more in this idea of doing small things you love everyday, and other tales…but the beauty of the day is pulling me outside, so I must go.

Until next time