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.