10 days to 50

“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

Insert arcane song lyrics here

”Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

– Albert Einstein

Hello, my name is Human.

How are you doing today, fellow Human? Is everything going okay – do you need a moment to collect your thoughts? Tell me about what’s going on in your life. Remember, it’s all a bit very tactile out in the world, and taking a hot minute to rest is okay.

Also, I love and support you with my whole being. Just know that as you read this, little beams of light are shining from my heart to yours. Dear every single person – you are a beautiful being, and I love you!

”You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”

– Nietzsche

Yesterday I started two projects to boost my creative serotonin. The first is Daisy Yellow’s, Index Card A Day , and the other is a delayed start with the 100 Days Project. Because I can’t just do one thing at a time – thanks to the lovely squirrels that live inside my cranium – these two processes will more than likely blend into one mish-mash of happy daily creating.

Also, I’ve started the “countdown to 50” timer on my Instagram. Yesterday it was 49 days to 50, so I made some art (see below), and today is 48 — which means I’m itching to finish this post and go work on my title page for ICAD.

May your day be full of things that make a day not be so sucky. Sending lots of support and hugs your way!
– Kimboburly

Reading tea leaves

”Nonconformity is the basic pre-condition of art, as it is the pre-condition of good thinking and therefore of growth and greatness in a people. The degree of nonconformity present — and tolerated — in a society must be looked upon as a symptom of its state of health.” – Ben Shahn


Hello, loves! Or, as I like to say in my childhood vernacular, “Hey there, all y’all!” How are things in your part of the world? What’s going on in your life? Are you getting enough sleep? Remember, the entire globe is going through change. While life is always in movement/flux, the past year has been quite difficult for many. Please reach out if you need a listening ear. ❤

Lately I’ve noticed a trend on social media that makes me a little sad. In the sea of “be yourself,” and “authentic vibes only,” it concerns me that people will say, “Oh, that might be the real you, but it’s not how other ‘real’ people are.”

Huh?

So the Greek Chorus of the Internet wants you to be true to yourself, but only in the way they want you to be. Uh, no thank you. It’s taken me one red hot minute to let my wings unfurl, fully, in front of others. Sure, I’ve tried the route of the non-conforming conformist, but it just left me feeling kinda weirdly – well – inauthentic. Now I’m not talking “cancel culture,” or things of that nature, but more like this aggressive propaganda to be just like everyone else. For example, self care doesn’t always look like a huge claw foot tub, with a sandalwood board holding up your wine glass and streaming device. It could look like screaming into the void, or dancing in the middle of a public park. Whatever it may be for you, that’s your path, and it’s nobody’s business to tell you what is right, or wrong.

Of course there are more thoughts rolling around about this, but I think it is best to just stop here. As y’all know, I do have a tendency toward verbal walkabouts. 🙂 Instead, let me invite you to love yourself as you are, and to tell you that where you are in life is okay – and you are perfect just as you are. Take the time to bloom and grow as it works for you. Learning from others, and being inspired by what they do, is a wonderful way to gather resources for your path — just remember that your walk is your own. And, know that I see you, hear you, and validate your place in the Cosmos.

Sending love and support your way,
Kimboburly

Forgive

”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.

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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.