What price tag can you put on your next breath? Your next heart beat? How much would you spend if you knew you had to buy them? And yet we spend this currency of life Saying things we do not mean Doing things we do not want to do Worrying about things we cannot control Wishing we were not where we are Wanting things to be different. Where would we be If we saw not blood, but infinite riches that pump through our veins Tiny rubies of life If we saw not a breath, but a mist of diamonds Miniature droplets of the universe Precious, fleeting and numbered But somehow still eternal How can we see only a lack of something that we already have? What will we do with the next inhale, the next exhale? What will we do with the beats and breaths we have left to spend?
There was a moment on this journey with @kulacloth that nobody got to see. It was a small moment with no fanfare... no big awards or purchase orders... no sales... no applause. After nearly 2 years of dreaming about this one tiny idea... after nearly two years of navigating unfamiliar territory... After leaving my job... after buying random fabric and learning to sew a square... after figuring out all of the little details about every tiny little millimeter of this produce... after spending money I wasn’t earning... after crying on my couch alone at night and after spending night after countless night sewing prototypes...I received one small envelope in the mail. No fanfare... just me, sitting in my little Honda Fit, opening an envelope. In that envelope was the first ‘real’ Kula that ever existed in the entire world. Two years of following my heart and trusting the process, and suddenly I was holding this little piece of fabric that somehow wasn’t a piece of fabric, but a little piece of my soul, woven into a square. Kula has evolved drastically in the past year... from one print to over 16, including custom designs... but the heart of it hasn’t changed. Today I visited one of our production teams and literally broke down in tears at the sheer overwhelming-ness of how far this tiny little piece of gear has come, and more importantly, the people it has brought into my life in the process. So, all of this to say... it’s worth it. If you really want something and you are willing to let go a little bit and allow things to happen, it will. And in the process, savor the little moments that really matter the most ❤️ love is not some distant place... it’s always here right now.
When I was a little kid I started a fake newspaper (ala @theonion) called The Royersford Reporter (named after my home town). I published this newspaper every few weeks and mailed it to my grandparents. It contained, among other things, a series about my 70 + year old grandparents participating in both Olympic figure skating (my grandmother and her doubles partner Harrison Ford), as well as my grandfather’s rise to Olympic Speed skating gold medalist. I included fake ads for ‘Edge Technology’ (ie knife sharpening). As a park ranger with @wastatepks, I wrote another fake newspaper called The Twanoh Times, about the staff that I supervised at the park. It included articles about one of our park aides marrying a Stihl blower (he really loved it 😂) and the implementation of an enforcement cougar/mountain lion program to help gain compliance with the newly formed Discover Pass program. I LOVE WRITING THINGS THAT MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH. I love taking a small idea and creating something funny and ridiculous around it. I lived for a long time thinking that my love of these things was silly and trivial... writing poems and rhymes and fake stories was a ‘whim’ or a ‘phase’. Now, I find, that I do exactly those things for a living with Kula Cloth - and it is exactly those things... because they come from a deep part of my soul that truly desires to share joy... those are the things that have helped to create our Kula community. It isn’t about copying what other people are doing, it is about listening to the voice in your heart that is telling you exactly who to be - which is always who you are right now. It’s such a relief to know that you don’t have to change who you are. Everything you want or need already exists. The fun part is letting go and letting it all shine, naturally and fully. We over complicate things a lot of the time by trying to follow the path of others. If we can trust our intuition and not need to be anywhere other than where we are right now, the ideas and answers will ALWAYS ALWAYS come. ❤️❤️
I don't have a business degree. I was a pre-med Latin major at @fandmcollege, and I spent most of my time translating poems of Catullus or Vergil's Aeneid. When I wasn't translating Latin, I was very likely failing out of calculus. My business experience, prior to starting @kulacloth, was owning and operating a small muffin and juice delivery business as a child with my dear friend Chrissie. Our profit margin needed work, however, as we charged $4 per quart for hand squeezed orange juice and muffins that took us around 6 hours to make. When I was in my 20's, I had an idea for a skincare business. I called a skin care formulator out of the blue and somehow ended up on the phone with the CEO telling him about my idea for the company. He loved it, but when I heard that it would probably cost around $7k to formulate my product, I panicked. I decided to start a clothing company shortly after that, and after buying a few samples of shirts, I also freaked out and quit. I looked at other businesses that were already successful and I didn't know 'how' to do it. And so, I just stopped. I thought you needed a perfect plan from A to Z - prepared for all contingencies. I lived in analysis paralysis and killed idea after idea after idea. @kulacloth was different for me, because coming on the heels of a near death experience, I suddenly had a new focus about fear. Was it possible that I didn't need to know anything at all? That I could simply take one little step at a time... and that maybe... just maybe... the answers would come and find ME? I don't know how to sew. I had no clue how to manufacture anything. I didn't know how to use Instagram. And yet, the answers arrived, because I believed that they would and I didn't try too hard to find them. An idea is a precious little seed that lives in your heart. It's your job to nurture it... protect it... and allow it to grow by stepping away from all of the things that the world tells you about 'how it is', and trusting the one true thing that you can ever know in your whole life - what your heart is telling you. Nobody else is you. Nobody else has been given your gift. You, and you alone, will allow it to bloom. ❤️
I left my job as a police officer in July of 2017. I told my co-workers that I was pursuing my job in the ‘outdoor industry’ aka ‘I don’t have a %
$? clue what I’m doing.’ In the past few years, I have: - cried, a lot - meditated, a lot - laughed, a lot - carried my violin up a lot of mountains - learned how to sew a square - started a gear company with no clue what I was doing - spent more time outside than ever before - backpacked with @backpackermag and @merrell - hustled handmade @kulacloth out of my backpack - questioned my sanity - loved my husband a lot more - performed with @themusicalmountaineers at @benaroyahall - found spiritual awakening with a pee cloth - played my violin for @Ford - dressed up as a unicorn, a fox, and wore a top hat and a dress coat on the summit of a peak - discovered that everything I’ve ever wanted, I already have - allowed joy to flow freely, for the first time - let go of everything - loved myself, and actually know what that means beyond just the words - discovered the meaning of life - still have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m figuring it out and letting it be what it is It’s been a wild few years with every emotion and then some in between. Moral of the story: everything is possible, believe in yourself. “I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” - Herman Melville, Moby Dick
My dear friend @koicatcreative are working on our poetry book together, and I was completely blown away by this painting in particular, which made the poem, ‘Hiker’s Song’ come to life in the most magical way. I am so excited to share this book as it continues to come together! Hiker’s Song: I want to make a shawl of your granite And a dress of stars I want to take your alpenglow And smudge it on my cheeks and skin I want to borrow your blue And paint it in my eyes Cones and rods, glowing with your light I want to tug on a river And wrap it like a scarf As it churns and froths in the wind I want to drink the frozenness of your air And the warmness of a rock resting in the sun I want to sing the sounds of your birds and your beetles and your creaking trees I want to take a mountain And climb into it like a bed Cradling me each night As you rock me to sleep To that never ending thrum of life I want to bathe in dirt and boulders and leaves So that I remember That we are all the same stuff You, me, and the things out there Together, spinning endlessly To the beat of the only song there ever is.