Creativity. Counselling. Meditation.
For some reason it seemed like life moved slower when I was a kid. It feels like the older I get, the faster it goes. Its as if its building momentum with each passing year. I don’t know how to slow this, I don’t want to blink and suddenly be 80 years old.
By the end of winter, my jacket felt like a part of my body. I felt like a snake slithering out of a layer of old skin. I’d sit outside on my backyard patio, exposing my pale, ghostly white skin and lay still as my body sponged up every ounce of Vitamin D it could manage.
“We are not entitled to pain-free, trouble-free life. Embracing this will ease the collision between expectation and reality.”
“Perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely, that when others see us they know exactly how it should be done.”
Anytime I opened any form of social media after the election results it felt as if my hair blew back from a flood of screams, shrieks and shaking fists.
While sitting on my flight to Sydney, trapped in the middle aisle seat on a 13-hour flight, I had a lot to think about.
“If you know someone who has lost a very important person in their life, and you’re afraid to mention it because you think it might make the person sad by reminding them of someone who died- you’re not reminding them; they didn’t forget. What you’re reminding them of is that you remembered that the person lived. And that is a great, great gift.”
July for me was a month of goodbyes & aventure: I left Byron Bay, traveled through Western Australia and flew to Indonesia.
“Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.”
This gave me tremendous comfort.
Art Therapy with Kimberly 