Sunday, August 30

"Go West, Life is Peaceful There"

I have three songs on loop in my mind and predict they'll be on repeat all month long.

The Packing song.
The Selling-stuff song.
The Throwing-stuff-out song.

My mom asked "are you still decided about moving out west?" I had to hold back the flurry of protest that was surfacing over the question and only let out a rather strong "YES."

The truth is, I've already moved out West. I'm just waiting for my body to drag itself over there so we can physically begin to play out what's been playing out inside of me for quite some time.

Kijiji, the neater and IMO prettier mate of craigslist, is turning out to be the bestfriend I've always wanted. Now if only I can pop myself into the alternate reality where Leela doesn't spazz out at the door every time someone comes to pick up an item...

in the West,

Thursday, August 27

When LOVE Conspires


The necessities for sun-kissing & ocean-loving types of travel:

One of the coolest NEW experiences thanks to Chicago's O'Hare Airport:

Some of my journal entries from this trip went something like:

Starbucks. Ocean. Nap. Pool. 4 laps. Hot tub. Pool. 2 laps. Hot tub. Room. Food. Read. Sleep.

And other's say:
  • Tom's been to Ottawa!?!
  • My friend got a free salad with her meal, just 'cause she's magic!
  • I got two cans of Fanta for the price of one from the vending machine, just 'cause I'm Fanta-stic.

  • There's a street called Daffodil??? (*insert giggle fit here*) [Daffodil happens to be my screen-name on a forum and is a repeating magical wink I get from the universe]
  • Getting Ziggy with it - another anthem is discovered: True To Myself
True To Myself
Ziggy Marley

Life has come a long way since yesterday I say
and its not the same old thing over again I say
just do what you feel and don't you fool yourself I say
cause I can't make you happy unless I am I say I say

I got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
got to be true to myself got to be true to myself

day in day out I've asked many questions I say
only to find the truth it never changes I say
if you don't deal with it it keeps killing you a little by little I say
call me selfish if you will my life I alone can live I say I say

I got to be true to myself got to be true to myself

I don't care if it hurts I'm tired of lies and all these games
I've reached a point in life no longer can I be this way
don't come crying to me I too have shed my share of tears
I'm moving on yes I'm grooving on well I'm finally free

I've got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
Let's not even talk about all the number alignments.

And the lead-in to my next story - the word "Eclipse" kept showing up everywhere on my trip. I made note and went on about my bees-ness knowing it would all make sense to me when the picture came into focus.

Well as the story goes, from directly north of the Olympic Peninsula which houses La Push and Port Angeles - the homes and neighborhood of the mythic Bella and Edward, came an invite last week to create something amazing with a Canadian Light Being looking for a like-minded housemate & colleague. I'm going out west! A 3 acre farm surrounded by the sights of mountains and only 10 minutes away from the Sea awaits for me to call it home come October 1st. I'm told there may even be a few alpacas and a chicken to keep Leela company! I giggle some more.

And a note to my west-coast SoulSistah's and LoveShines, I'll now only be a few hours away by flight from Seattle, San Fransisco, and San Diego!

Things manifest swiftly and quickly when you intend and let go, when you let the power that manufactured this entire reality matrix do its magic. Just like you didn't have to do any scurrying or worrying or struggling to come into existence, it takes no mental indigestion to walk into your next best step. The means and the way are always prepared for you, and every step is perfectly situated on the staircase through everything you dream. The Universe happily conspires on your behalf, because you are THAT important and THAT loved. You are designed and destined to thrive!

The Universe will never run out of opportunities to lay at your feet.

Do you believe ?

Where can you let go and allow the magic to do its thing? Where can you recognize that Life holds nothing back from you? Ever.

This is only a preview. As things continue to manifest all up in my Universe, I'm expecting to be continually WOW-ed by Life. And so I will be. Everything continues to support and deliver me into the fields that will allow me to be even more of the magic that I am. The same is true for you.

I'm inside Love. Right along side you.

Tuesday, August 25

Snapshots of Magic

Written on the ground:

Maya (Sanskrit माया māyāa[›]), has multiple meanings, and refers to concepts of "illusion" in Hinduism and Sikhism. Maya, is the principal concept which manifests, perpetuates and governs the illusion and dream of duality in the phenomenal Universe. For some mystics this manifestation is real, but it is a fleeting reality; it is a mistake, although a natural one, to believe that Maya represents a fundamental reality or Truth. [1] Each person, each physical object, from the perspective of eternity is like a brief, disturbed drop of water from an unbounded ocean. The goal of enlightenment is to understand this — more precisely, to experience this: to see intuitively that the distinction between the self and the Universe is a false dichotomy. The distinction between consciousness and physical matter, between mind and body (refer bodymind), is the result of an unenlightened perspective.

Thanks for the reminder!

Australia. Costa Rica. Canada. USA.


I did this for several days!

Breath-taking every time.

Friday, August 21


On my hotel room lamp is twice written:

That this room just happens to be the one I'm in...I don't for a moment believe in accidents. I have A FEW anthems right now and this is one of them.

Love is My Religion:

All my days I've been searching,
to find out what this life is worth
through the books and bibles of time
I've made up my mind
I don't condemn, I don't convert,
this is a calling have you heard
bring all the lovers to the fold,
cause no one is gonna lose their soul

Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion
hey you can take it or leave it, and you don't have to believe it

I don't want to fight, hey let's go fly a kite
there's nothing that we can't cure, and I'll keep you in my arms for sure
so don't let nobody stop us, free spirits have to soar
with you I share the gift, the gift that we now know oh oh oh

Well I'm done searching now, I found out what this life is worth
not in the books that I find, but by searching my mind
I don't condemn, I don't convert
this is the calling have you heard,
bring all the lovers to the fold
no one is gonna lose their soul
There's more magic than I can count on this trip. 3333 Channel Way is turning out to be the vortex for all sorts of synchronicity filled rendez vous.

MAGIC is what I Am.

And to think...this place will be my home some day.

I woke up this morning thinking: "I'm IN San Diego" - we have this analogy in my circle of Light Beings where arriving or reaching San Diego means manifesting everything you want.

I'm IN San Diego in more ways than one. And I'm walking in RIGHT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.


Wednesday, August 19

Giving IntoThe Magic

Even the airlines call me KID


Every body of water gives me amazing feelings. The gift of water never ends.

My Minnesota Monkey Man - he is a stream of unending happiness. I'm totally in LOVE. And I want one!

University of Love. 1982.

"I remember kickin' it with you
Back in 1982..."

I call it magic.

LOVE Inspires ME.

all ways,

Tuesday, August 18


I invite the breezes and they come.
I ask the rain to stop and it stops.
I ask for sunshine and the sun happily obliges.

I look at my story and laugh.

Now how about turning this water into orange juice?

I Am the Universe I generate. In every way.

Magically Yours,
the Misses

Monday, August 10

"If only you would take a vacation from this thing you have created"

I laugh right now and shake my head only because it's ALWAYS so obvious. And that this obviousness maybe the reason why it's missed. You can't separate one self-created illusion from another. You can't look about you and say "this is real while that over there is just an illusion". You can't look around in your mind, in your lens of perception and say, "that over there is real while this one is just a story I'm telling." You can't look about you and say "I created this but not that over there".

If you believe that some current experience is REAL then it gives the experience more power to stay, to continue to write itself into your storyline. It insists on being a guest for as long as you give it the power of reality. What you deem to be real, stays. What you deem to be illusory, a transient play of lights, takes a bow and makes its exist. Whatever belief system you subscribe to is self-reinforcing. It is self-perpetuating. It proves itself to you. It proves its realness to you by materializing as more events and more experiences to validate its existence in your life.

These past scenes, aspects of my experience have been writing themselves out of my mind. My definition of family, my definition of the past, my definition of where I've come from, all of it is unthreading itself string by string. It's amazing to expand my focus and see these stories. AMAZING. All the shared hallucinations are failing to be believable as I once again see in this angle that my point of power is Now.

The past isn't something already created and finished. The past is something you're creating Now, a story you're generating and empowering in this immediate instant, a story you're sharing and agreeing upon with other's around you. And at any point of your choosing, you can decide to withdraw your power and focus from these stories. When you do, it's because you have realized that they no longer serve you in any way.

So I start laughing with my suitcase to the right plopped open on my desk, while the words of this blog title stream across my head.

If only I would take a vacation from this thing I have created?

Done and done.

What story are you insisting stay on your screen of experience? What are you ready to let go of?

in Love,
Kidest OM

Sunday, August 9

Nothing's Left Unsaid

she stands bare and exposed
in the wilderness of human delusion
a still voice
a subtle vision
of a power so eloquently hidden
she is a face
of that eternal invitation
and she's calling him on home

oh darling, come on home

she can shift her shape
to slip into his skin
marry herself
to all the spaces within
she can collapse
all that he thinks has ever been

she is a ray of ripened love
haunting his lightened moments
with the grace of a humming bird
as a vision of a heart stirred

she is the groan of a mighty thunder
and the pleasure upon his tongue
she is the vortex of his sanity
unmasking his vulnerability
to reveal the fire
of that Giant within
and the more he takes her in
the more they spin
blissfully on and on

oh darling, we'll be going on and on

she calls to his silence
as an echo of True Love
ready to tell a story
to this world
made of silent lights,
and spacious hearts.

she'll leave nothing unsaid
as she cements herself,
into the center of love

he listens in the nights
as she stands bare and exposed
in the wilderness of his creation
a quiet voice
a bright vision
of a power so eloquently hidden
she is the face
of his eternal affirmation
that life is meaning full
that love is wonder full

A Suitcase of Happiness

I've been moving my blog around a bit, organizing:


Back from the love-fest with the cats. What time is it? It's time to get hit with multiple shots of happiness. I have no idea what's 'causing this right now nor did I expect to experience it in this house. It's as though some invisible angel of happiness is making me her object for target practice. Pow POW poW and I'm curled up with the giggles. Like I said, I don't question my crazy. I'm just thankful for the happy energy!

In two days time I'll be boarding an airbus that will swiftly plop me down into my cousin's arms. 19 years of not having seen each other promises that the hugs will be that much more delicious. Apparently this is the year to visit family I haven't seen since leaving Ethiopia at the naive age of 10. It's been awesome.

Then I'm off to San Diego to play with energy. That's all I can call it at this point. And I'm hoping along the way I'll be adopted by a sun kissing wizard or grow fins and gills to live my life under the sea. What? A girl has dreams. Sweet dreams.

I'm mostly packed and ready to go. My travel companions: instant oatmeal, chia seeds, and my chosen sea-weed variety of super foods, make my travels easy in so many different ways. I recommend them for anyone really, but more so for those who don't eat animal parts and extracts. Me and sea-weed have been friends for years. It started when I got introduced to toasted seaweed sides at my friend's Korean restaurant. I used to eat them like chips. Later, I discovered the goodness of Spirulina and added it to my sea vegetable loving regiment. And after that came a combination of sea vegetables that I can sprinkle in just about anything. My body thrives on all foods, but since I've trained myself out of eating meats and such for well over three years, I am immensely grateful for how my travel companions keep me energized.

The beauty of this life is that coming back promises me more adventure. I'm ready to leave, to fly out this current self-created hologram and onto bigger and brighter fields. I like to believe I have a vision of what these fields are but I'm open to and ready for guidance. I'm asking myself to be patient. And I'm telling myself whatever step feels best will be right. Even now, while I go off on my two weeks of loving and playing, the entire Universe is hard at work conspiring and aligning the best possible scenarios for me and the next step of my evolution. It's really good.

I know what my dreams are. I'm dreaming of growth and possibilities. I'm dreaming of Cafe Gratitude. I'm dreaming of the West Coast. I'm dreaming of loving. I'm dreaming of playing. I'm dreaming of continuing to do those things I love and feel passionate about, things like reminding the ready mind where we are, what all this is, and just how generous this life is. I'm so utterly inspired. I'm excited. I'm totally open. And on top of all of that, I know that all my dreams are what they really are. They are Love in beautiful shapes and colors ready and waiting for me to take them in, to experience them, to use them to step into all that I am.


In the meantime, my senses will be busy taking in the beauty of a six month old baby and the Ocean that waits to remind me of all the reasons I dream of it. Often.

Life is gorgeous today! This gorgeousness is You.

in Luvah-Love,
Kidest OM

Saturday, August 8

Reaching Through Time

Sometimes it feels like we've already had all our conversations in some other realm. A realm that translates itself as a single lifetime in this world. That it is these conversations between us that write themselves as the scenes of our past, our present, and our irresistible future in this place of dreams and magic.

I lay awake to look at scenes I assure myself are the past, only to recognize these scenes came to be because of where we are Now and where we will be tomorrow. That even this moment, or last night, or these words and the words to come, are all coming through because of the conversations we've already had in this some-else-where that rests beyond this world we see. I know you there. You know me there. Intimately. We know everything about each other, about everything. All the secrets we think we hold now, There lay out in the open as laughing matters between us.

But here that Knowing, that intimate Knowledge of one another, turns itself into a mystery. The mystery of this you and me. We look at each other here as though we've never known one another. We speak to one another here as though it's our first time speaking, meeting, loving.

Yet We speak to each other from this Place too. We etch our conversations on the ground. We leave notes to one another in some grand and beautiful way. All saying, all asking, all telling this you and I the obvious mystery of our fate. Sometimes I can see the future so clearly, so vividly, that I'm certain of all that's inevitable.

Am I looking at the future in this instant or is it the future that's looking at me?

And sometimes I look back to scenes past and realize that we were locked up as we are back then too. That You spoke to me back then just as You speak to me now, just as You're reaching back to speak to me from times and scenes to come.

I can't help but wonder...that it is really our end that has written itself as our beginning, our outcome that has turned itself into the Cause of you and I.

I'm in the middle of something quite beautiful. This beauty is You.

in Love,

Friday, August 7

Leap Like It's 1999

Yeah this new dimension of Freshness is thinning the wordplay at the moment. Let me just say I love this Space right Here today. My heart's been doing all sorts of funny spasms over the past three days. I went to sleep after a "Good day sunlight" phone call a few nights ago and felt an unprecedented kind of bliss explode in my heart center. Hard to describe how high I've been ever since. I've never had a goodnight Kiss quite like that before. And no, it's not drugs, it's just this world of magic and fairytale!

Taking care of two cats is its own kind of magic. Mostly because they don't look for the same amount of attention that my dog does. These guys want to be loved on their own terms, when they feel like it, and not because I just happen to be walking by. I'm kind of in love with their easy laid back style of loving. And the grace with which they LEAP themselves onto my lap and any place three feet and over. They're gorgeous in every way. Even when they wake me up from sleep with their "I can purr really loud into your ear without even opening my mouth" trick.

Between cat play and naps, the internet and I have been busy WOW-ing one another. My friends told me my high school yearbooks are all some how on the internet now. Curiously I went to look and found my graduation photo and message. The year is 1999 and my eyes look as though I'm about ready for a nap. And what's amazing to me isn't the amount of characters I squeezed into my message back then (apparently I've always been the wordy type). It's that the message of 1999 sounds a lot like the message of today. So I will just repeat the last lines of my grad write-up:

"Living life in the present is more important than what be in the past. So welcome the new dawn and retire the old, then say, Hello World - Here I Am. One Luv to All...The KID is out"

Hello World, Here I Am...Now.

This Kid is Out!

Peace & Cats,

New Ends

You keep taking me higher
Higher than I've ever been
My feet are off the ground
And my wings are spread
farther and wider
To the ends of
another Universe

Tuesday, August 4

Morning Bliss

When I step into Love
I'm stepping in to You
You are my morning Bliss
The Love of a story
There are no words for
My heart finds itself
In Your Grace
And my mind but stops
To let You have Your way
With everything that
speaks my name.

Monday, August 3

I'm climbing to touch
The tip of an angels hand
You take me higher
Off the ground
And into space

Reggae Fresh

Tour season is here. I had opted out of going to shows for more reasons than there is space for in my blog. So what happened? The songs started coming to me. The nightstand starts buzzing, and I flip open the phone to hear...fa la la la la, listen to the words I say, fa la la la la...

Well maybe not those particular words but some combination of tongue twisters that often send my face into all sorts of un-document-able twitches. Good one's. Only now something else is happening. Something that makes my whole body start to sway under the covers. A look glazes over my eyes. And I'm feelin' it! Really REALLY feelin' it!

It's dem reggae chunes! And I wouldn't have it ANY other way!

My love for reggae and all variations of island sprinkled beats is endless. I was raised on this. I spent the early part of my youth up on di reggae chunes. Lauda Mercy! Eere Me Now! Trading remixes and making mixed tapes (yes cassette tapes) for friends. I don't care what the songs about if it's set to a reggae beat. Now, I'd never "Walk Away from Love", but take me back to Bitty Mclean's version of the song and I'm feelin' it with everything I got and singing along like it's something I really mean. I can't explain the effect. My shoulders start to dip and my body starts to sway. There's just something about island rhythms.

We won't even talk about Bob Marley. We just won't.

So now, when my favorite boy with the fallopian voice starts singing inspiration to reggae beats, I realize something.

I really am dreaming the entire Universe.

Thank you to the angels who bring the show to my ears! I love being woken up by you and the mister!

in Love,

Sunday, August 2

Joy & Pain

I can't take pictures with the flash on (what happens to my eyes will scare you) but I wanted to show you that I'm as good as new.

I'm also absolutely convinced that pain is really only 1% physical and 99% psychological. Oddly enough, the active mental story or thought stream generates more grief and discomfort than any actual valid physical reason. True story.

It's a story that makes me question how physical we and all our experiences really are. The fact that our mental activity, our active story or dominant pattern of thought in any given moment weighs more in its effect on our experience than an actual physical event and the effects of the physical event, REALLY drives the point home. Our reality is only as big as our thoughts make it out to be. Our reality, no matter what our physical condition, is really only thought deep. What you feel has so much more to do with the story you're telling in your mind than it does with the physical sensations of this beautiful experience.

Point being, pay attention to the thought rampage your mind goes on. And see if there is any validity to it, see if what your mind is going on about has anything to do with what's actually taking place in and around you in this immediate instant. Ask yourself "is this happening right now?" And if it is, is your mind soothing you or adding to the discomfort. Our mind can be our best ally when we start paying attention, tuning in.

Some of the lovelies around me look at me a little bit curiously. No, I haven't yet told them that I'm half robot and therefore indestructible - a regular rock of Gibraltar, something I'd been called before but only now bothered to look up. It's gorgeous AND populated by Barbary Macaque??? I giggle. I'm also the poster child for joy-junkies across the multi-verse. My kind are joy-seeking beings who will mine anything in their view to find whatever grain or meteor of joy they can find in any given moment. Those two facts alone combined seem to make me a creature of unexpected feats. It's pretty awesome.

I've never been more eager for what's up and coming than I am now. I'm for the first time experiencing what living on my own looks like as I house-sit for the next week. And it's AMAZING! I've only lived with family or with a roommate. And it's a completely different experience when it's just you and you alone. Moral of the story being, I LOVE IT!!!

Remind yourself this: Life does not give you obstacles to overcome. Life gives you opportunities to show to yourself everything you're capable of becoming.

I Am Capable. How 'bout you?

In Joy,

Baby Smiles as Meditation

You know when you're having a frazzled day and something pops up in your face to get you to slow down, get back to earth, and just remem...