Last year, I wrote a poem called “The Impossible Thank You” for Mother’s Day. If you haven’t heard it yet, you can hear me reading it on the latest episode of the @she_explores podcast - look for their Mother’s Day episode. This Mother’s Day, I wrote a new poem called, “The Lullaby of Life.” In identity, we often experience suffering in the form of a lack of something or separateness. When we can look and feel for the essence of who we are that exists above the thoughts... we find that we can transcend the expectations of ourself or others and simply be as we are. “Lullaby of Life” There is no thing you have to do Nor way you have to be To call yourself a mother It's the way you look at a flower Delicately sensing its fragile stem And admiring its petals Like they were your own It's the way you gaze upon a far off peak Proudly watching it as it steadfastly rises Turning pink in the light of the new day Noticing from afar that the alpenglow caresses your face Just the same It's the way you listen to a forest Singing along with the birds and the wind Quietly listening As if standing outside a partially closed door And stumbling upon a secret game Hushed whispers of excited children, discovering the joy of being alive. It's simply the way you are However you may be Knowing that it is good Because it is you. It's the glimmer of light in your eyes It's the love you exhale With each breath you take Softly singing to every child of the world The lullabye of life.
At the @she_explores Podcast event this past Wednesday at Seattle @rei , I had the chance to share a personal story about role models, and I talked about my mom who happened to be in the audience. I had previously joked that it would only take me a few minutes to cry - but I think it was more like 30 seconds. I’m very openly emotional - and I’ve found that allowing that vulnerability gives others permission to do the same. I wrote this poem, inspired by the feeling of releasing tears openly. ‘Pearls of the Soul’ I hid my tears in my room Behind doors In sleeves Bit my lip Looked up And thought hard about something else The shape of a word, or the color of the ceiling As the lump in my throat burned and pressed Aching to be released Only to be hidden away again and again Until one day, as it rained I saw the raindrops Teardrops of light Reflections Carriers of life itself And I felt the corners of my eyes Twitching uncomfortably As if to say Let us be rain So we can carry the pearls of your soul And water the earth From which you are a blossom 🌷 📷 @karenkwang
About two years I wrote a blog post entitled, “How I’m Going to Get Paid to Hike.” Truth be told, I had NO IDEA how that was going to happen, but I believed it was possible. Most of my life, I lived on auto-pilot. Unconsciously being reactive to the world around me... not realizing that I was creating my own reality - the good and the bad. It took a dip into the depths for me to begin the process of refocusing my life on the things that I had to be grateful for - starting with my breathing lungs and beating heart. I didn’t know all the answers... I still don’t. But I believe and know that everything is possible. I know that I am the only one who has ever held me back from anything I’ve ever wanted. I am a normal person - no more special than anybody else on this planet. I know without a shadow of a doubt that every single person can create everything they’ve ever dreamed about - and more. We each came into this world to share the love that we are and to shine a light onto the good that exists. Release the shackles of the impossible ‘how’ that you can’t know and just know. You weren’t ‘meant to be’ extraordinary - you ARE extraordinary ❤️ 📷 photo by my husband @theres.no.aaron.space on a backpacking trip this weekend with my mom @mumruland ... and yes, I now get paid to hike 😜
I am not the voice in my head That tells me to worry Fear Doubt I know I am not that voice Because I know it is there I am simply the listener, not the thinker of those things That try to rip me away from myself And so I choose To soar above and in the space between Where rain washes away the Sentences Vowels Constants That try to tell me who I am And as they drip away They are replaced not by words But by being Rain prickling on my face As snow gently perches on the highest peaks Air sucking in and out of my lungs As the wind breathes the earth beneath my feet Blood pumping in and out of every cell As the water rushes from rivers to the sea Each breath Each pulse Reminding me that I may not understand the depth of each snowflake or gust of wind or drop of water But that simply being Simply watching Simply listening to their gentle tune Is always enough ❤️ 📷 @missroselouise
I still remember the first time I experienced awareness outside of the thoughts in my head. I was 10 years old and my church was hosting a small weekend retreat. As a part of the retreat, we all performed a meditation. I laid on a mat in a slightly dingy cafeteria and followed the instructions of the guided meditation - tuning into my breath and watching my thoughts float past like a stream. I couldn’t explain what happened at that point in my life, but I knew that I had reached into something different - a beautiful landscape within. It took me nearly 3 decades to rediscover what that was. I had experiences doing meditation in college - a slight tinge of remembering that stillness - but I always drifted back into unconsciousness... completely identified with the story that I told myself. “This is who you are”, my brain said, as I identified myself with words and roles and jobs and hobbies. Over the past few years, I’ve completely changed my external life circumstances - but the biggest change has been within. I’ve remembered the part of me - the part of all of us - that never changes. Not the thoughts or the story, but the listener. The part of each of us that doesn’t need anything to be any certain way in order to find peace - the part of us that simply is love. ❤️ The awareness that the thoughts we think - the narrative we construct in our mind is not real, and that when we can rise above that, we can truly learn how to soar 🎻 📷 @karenkwang
Do you have a dream of living an adventure inspired life... but have given up on pursuing it because it seems ‘impossible’? Or do you find yourself knowing that you want to find deep fulfillment in your life... but you can’t think of what you would do or where you’d begin? Or maybe you have too many ideas? I can write about these things, because that was me for about two decades, so I have a lot of empathy for people who feel ‘stuck’. I truly feel that my deeper purpose in life is to help others move past those fears in order to find not fulfillment on an external level - but deep, lasting fulfillment at a depth that each of us was meant to feel it - the truest depths of unconditional love. I’m hosting this online event on @facebook tomorrow at 7pm PST (getting our house re-roofed... so watch the event page, because if the roofers are still working, I might push it back 30 min). It’s completely free with no agenda, other than to inspire people to start the process of meaningful transformation. The ripple effect of good is something that each of us has the ability to do - we all have the power to make the world a better place ❤️ Please let me know if you have any specific questions you’d like me to cover! Link in profile to find the event on FB! 📷 @kellyselzler