“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
― Gabriel García Márquez
“Pretty soon you’re gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can’t trace time I said that time may change me But I can’t trace time” – David Bowie
Hello friends and dear readers – I hope all is going well in your part of the world! How is your year going so far? Are you feeling a bit nervous about going back out in the world as things open back up? Do you have a good support system in place in case things get wonky for you? Know that I’m sending you buckets of good energy, hugs, and support!
Not much has happened since my last post, so there’s not much to update. I’ve been working some long hours to get everything ready to share all my creative goodies. Nothing is exactly where I’d hoped it would be, but that’s not stopping me from moving forward. Also, during that time I learned a lot about what my limitations are, and what is easily done in a day without sacrificing my personal time.
With that, I’m gonna hop off for the day to work on some projects. Thanks to all y’all for being here. Looking forward to sharing all the new stuff, and seeing how y’all like it.
Big hugs! ~ KimboBurly
Today’s Music: David Bowie Current Mood: Awake On My Desk: So many art supplies. LOL
Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through it. Face it.” – Conrad Joseph
Sometimes the Universe decides to give you a gift that you didn’t know you needed. It can be an ending, that feels heartbreaking, but was actually way overdue. It may be a brief moment of space/time that opens up a new beginning. And, sometimes, it looks like crying a river of tears – salty drops of awakening that wash over your soul in an deeply healing way. Or, it could just be a Thursday that was between a Full Moon and the beginning of Mercury Retrograde. However it happens, or the actions behind it, sometimes Life really does have your back.
Understand that I fully know that there is a modicum of entitlement in the above paragraph – as millions of people do not have an opportunity to reflect on their survival because they are still in the midst of extreme chaos and sadness. Whether it be a war torn area, poverty, dealing with mental/physical wellness issues, or a situation that is harmful — not every human has the chance to find serenity. Because of this, those of us who have the ability to help, in whatever capacity that may be, should work to ease the suffering of others.
”When people show you who they are, believe them.”
– Maya Angelou
Like many others, the past year of COVID times has been, well, interesting. I’ve come to see myself in a much different light, and have learned what is helpful to me as I begin to understand my place in the Cosmos. While I would have much preferred to gather these lessons in a different way, we don’t always get to chose the events that happen in our life. In this same thought process, we cannot control the actions of others, and should understand that their actions, or reactions, are not our responsibility. One of the things I witnessed in the past year was the monitoring and judgement of choices people made. Honestly, I jumped in that boat for a bit, too, and have worked to make amends where needed. What I learned in those experiences was that compassion, along with understanding, is more important than being “right.” And while I many not have liked what was going on around me, there are much better ways – for me – to stay true to my beliefs without causing discomfort to another.
In 2019 I made several goals that I wanted to achieve by my 50th birthday this Summer. For some of them I required a little bit of assistance, and did the work to find folx who had the expertise to help me. Sadly, not all of the relationships worked out as I hoped, but thankfully the lessons learned were exactly what was needed. Each one made me stronger, reminded me to trust my intuition, and to honor my boundaries. Even when the interactions left me scratching my head, wondering how it got to that point, I would happily go through them again. Why? Well, because each one taught me a valuable lesson, that will not easily be forgotten, and that means I will (hopefully) be able to move to the next stage(s) of my life. An interesting twist to all of this is that what I wanted to achieve happened – with a few curve balls thrown in to keep things lively – and my goals are very close to being met.
The first goal was to learn more about personal sovereignty and boundaries. Lemme tell you, the Universe did not shy away from giving me plenty of lessons on these. LOL As I joke with Mr. The Mister, there is now a 3-tier system of coming to hang out in my space. There is the expanse, which is kind of the outlying areas of my place in space. It’s a nice venue for hanging out, and it gives others access to me, but in a safe way for all involved. The next level is the gardens. This is kind of a “purgatory,” where visitors can walk amongst beautiful trees and flowers, but only chat with me over the hedge surrounding the next space. Finally, there is the castle – the amazing fortress of my body/mind/spirit – which holds the sacred parts of Self. It’s a wonderful system that works, allowing others to honor their boundaries as well. However, if a threat is perceived, colorful unicorns will escort the offending energy into the hinterlands, and no further access will be granted.
The second goal was to figure out what I don’t want to do in life. Yes, that sounds counter-intuitive, but it worked for me. With the ability to explore many avenues, what was/is truly speaking to me soul became clearer. For example, in 2020 I realized that working in the wellness industry – in any capacity – is absolutely 100% not my thing. I did give it the old college try, however, and stuck with it for 20 some odd years. It was rewarding, and helped support my family…but it’s just not for me. To others I most surely appeared to be wish-washy, as I went through like a 5 year stint of “Oh, this is what I want to do,” only to say some time later, “Oh, no, uh, I mean — not this. Sorry.” Thankfully, after all that wandering, things came to rest fully in the Land of Creativity. There is a lot of gratitude in my soul for the ability to make a lot of mistakes so I could get to the right answer for me.
The third, and last, goal was to find my inner strength. This one has been tough – like super tough, fraught with more existential crisis events than anyone could dream of – but I made it through. At this point you could queue up Elton John’s song, I’m Still Standing, and it would be the best theme song ever for what was experienced. Gratefully, nothing was too harsh, so any wounds that came about were easily healed.
”Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”
So as I stand on the precipice of New Beginnings, there is a little extra wisdom in my human toolkit. While I most surely have more to learn, and I understand that new challenges will arise, anything that comes my way can be handled with graceful awareness. All broken areas have been filled with gold, creating a strong vessel of hope, possibility, and beauty. It’s gonna be alright, and if it isn’t…the skills to face any challenge are available when I need them. As the saying goes, “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood,” and that’s exactly how I will embrace the remaining years of my life.
If you need a space to share your truth, please feel free to do so in the comments. Know that I see you, hear you, and honor your path in life. Also, please remember that as humans we are not called to always be in agreement, but we do have the ability to communicate with compassion.
Sending all y’all tons of love and good energy, KimboBurly
”I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” – Charles de Lint
Here we are again, back in the land of blogs, blogging, and bloggers. The past few years have been gloriously chaotic, peppered with a fair bit of “Oh, this again, eh?” Honestly, I’ve been lost for the last 10 years, and all I could do was frantically run, repeatedly, into the same dead ends. I mean, it’s good work if you can get it – you know, just constantly taping your feet to the floor and wondering why you can’t move forward.
This year is the big “five oh” (50, one half of a century, semi centennial, a quinquagenarian) for me. At some point I thought this would be the year when my book got published, my art show would make headlines, my groundbreaking research on using complementary wellness techniques for healing epigenetic health issues would be published, my supercilious discussions on the nature of religions would be de rigueur for college theology classes, and my squad would follow me everywhere.
My, my, my, my, my…
While cataloging old art pieces, I found a mini vision board full “goals” that are similar to the paragraph above. It seems that 30-year-old me had some issues with validation, being seen, and acceptance. What was missing were strategic plans that would actually help me walk through all the things my life had been up to that point: self compassion, slowing down, deep navel gazing – ad infinitum/ad nauseam. However, the Cosmos is constantly working to shower you with blessings, so it sent me a decade of never-ending reminders that – 1) getting recognized doesn’t make life easier and 2) clearly I had some shit to work on. And, oh, what fun it was to go through several soul-changing, life evaluating, consistency avoiding, and brain melting, iterations of My Self.
Okay, it wasn’t really, but as we’ve all learned recently, hindsight is 20/20.
And now, here I am in the baby steps of re/re-RE: re-inventing my path. More accurately, I took a very long walk away from everything — only to realize that what I needed was already right in front of me.
So, fellow travelers, welcome to The Kimboburly Tales. There’s no real gist, thesis point, or “agenda” to this site – just a human being doing things that make for good stories around a campfire.
May the road rise up to greet you — or at least not trip you when you’re on a walkabout.