The Tale of Two Blogs

“We, all who live, have
A life that is lived
And another life that is thought,
And the only life we have
It’s the one that is divided
In right or wrong.”
― Fernando Pessoa


The closer life brings me to the exact place(s) of wisdom, it becomes clear that all my interests have run a bit amuck. What that means is that I’ve got blogs, accounts, and what-have-you, that are laying forlorn in the wires. Other the past few weeks I’ve been trying to find all those loose ends, weave them into a tapestry of where I am now, and give them a place to rest.

But it’s not been easy.

Sharing that much of myself, especially what is in my heart, is just part of what makes me who I am. However, as life moves along, I can see the benefits of just throwing all the ingredients of my life into one mixed media creative piece. It’s kind like something that I shared with Mr. The Mister – “Just because new ideas come into my head, there is no reason to make a new place for them to live.” There is also a part of me that has been conditioned to believe that artists have to pick a niche to stick with forever. That’s a great formula, and it works for so many people — just not for me.

What inspired today’s blog title, is the fact that I logged into the wrong site earlier this week. While I truly feel that there are no “accidents,” the timing was interesting, and it helped me see that maybe, just maybe, having too many outlets is not exactly a good way to share my work/life/etc. While I do love a good ramble, and enjoy being able to walk around in different places with ease, it is time to bring the “multitudes” home. Along with that, it is time to stop diversifying myself to please others.

As per usual, there are some more thoughts on all of this running around my system, but I’ve got some work to finish up today. Next time I post, it will be in the correct place — and I will be a little less “scattered.”

Sending love and hugs to all y’all,
KimboBurly

Music: Local Natives
Weather: 79F and cloudy

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

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.