You are welcome here. Welcome to bring your pain, your joys, your tears. Welcome to ponder. to wrestle. wonder. and seek. There is a page yet to unfold in you; a beauty and strength to behold. May I join you in this place, this space between what was and what will be? I have been this way. I know its bitterness, I understand its joys, and would consider it a true honor walk with you as your new day begins to dawn.
Until we meet,
Kjersten
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i am NOT an artist [why artistic soul care doesn't have to be intimidating]
“I am not an artist”- words usually spoken quite emphatically, laced with shame and self-doubt-or at least a disclaimer. I know because they used to be my words [and still are, sometimes]. Put a canvas…
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to love & be loved [on relationships and desire]
It’s what we really want, isn’t it?
To love & be loved.
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Recently, I spent the evening in Boulder with indie artist Ingrid Michaelson [that is to say I was at her concert]. …
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true face[d]book
“He felt that most people saw his mask, but that the bishop saw his face.”
-Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)What is my true face? Who sees the real me?
With the dawn of…
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Tough Girl | Party Girl | Good Girl [A Woman's Response to Trauma]
The Tough Girl. The Party Girl. The Good Girl.[1] We all know one – the second cousin who is as tough as nails, the colleague who can’t keep herself away from a crowd…
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the art of healing
Join with me and soak in the timeless words of Jean-Pierre De Caussade,
`Is not a picture painted on a canvas by the application of one stroke of the brush at a time? Similarly…
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identity [an ancient perspective]
Do you ever find yourself stuck in the same place you’ve found yourself a hundred times before? Like the way I find myself standing in line at Starbucks for a four-dollar pumpkin spice latte, when…