Category Archives: Kelly Born

Not looking up, I look left.  Out the plane window, at the impressive orange globe rising  Directly beside my heart. A statement of “More”. There is more.  More beauty to see and more flavor to taste If I just allow the light to pour into my eyes and over my tongue. More love in thisContinue reading “Super Moon”

With the fireplace burning and the snow caked on the trees outside my window,  I sit beside my vase of Starburst Lilies. Their huge blossoms are like mouths opening wide, screaming for spring. The petals that were brave enough to unfurl in this snow storm, do so commandingly  and without repression.  They are all-in andContinue reading “The March of the Lilies in February”

Feeling is the switch that connects the current. Reciprocation is the generator. 

Falling back. Into the house of cards. Sifting and shedding. Cleaning out the closets. How can such a small forgotten space hold so much slipshod? Throwing out used up beliefs. Time to burn the old tapes. The stench is nauseating. Open the fucking windows! Let the air in. Breathe the freshness. Winter is over. SitContinue reading “Spring Cleaning the House of Cards”

As long as we can Question and Protest And protest and question the  Questions and Protests, America is alive and well.                                             ….. We do love a good fight, don’t we?

Everything is off. Work is overwhelming or nonexistent. School is in some vague sort of “session”. My kids seemed to have rebelled against the Circadian rhythm and have become nocturnals. Sleep starts and stops in no sense of pattern to allow real relief of the fatigue that comes with #StayAtHome. Currently my rhythm is moreContinue reading “A New River Dance”