Earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My Rights of Insanity, False Starts, & Finding Straight Grain
Albert Einstein has shared some powerful words with us: “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” and “No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.”
Elegant, round, large, profound words.
And pretty simple, right?
I was listening to a friend today talking about a couple she knew who are in a polar relationship with some conflicting dynamics. As an outsider, my perception of Major Problems was glaring and blaring. The relationship sounded as if it had the words Selfishness and Dislike and Disrespect stamped all over it. And before I go further, I want to say that I am not proud of my initial reaction to the story. This couple in no way deserved my hasty judgment.
The husband stayed at home with the baby. The wife didn’t like it when the husband wanted to get out for a few hours in the evening for some alone time. After all, as he said, “I can only clean the house so many times during the day.” The wife, being the breadwinner, quashed his request to take the car and go have fun. Well, the wife didn’t want to be left all alone with the baby. So? The husband stayed home, deferring to his wife and ignoring his wish to be around adults with whom he could talk and share . . . all which emphasized the core problem that his wife was someone who he didn’t qualify as being an “adult with whom he could talk and share.”
You get the idea. It was easy for me to sympathize with the husband. I don’t know why I found myself rooting for the him, as I am guessing that the wife has her own personal emotional challenges regarding the relationship. I was surprised when I felt myself getting emotionally involved in the story and siding with the husband. I started saying things like, “Wow! Let the man go out and have a little fun.” And . . . “She sounds like a control nut.” And then . . . “Why do they even stay together if they are so unhappy?”
I caught myself mid-comment. All of this, coming from someone who was a Master Enabler and Chronic Co-Dependency Queen in relationships past. As I heard the words coming out of my mouth, I thought back over the years when I stayed in relationships that were no longer in our respective best interests. Relationships where we no longer cared about growing or contributing or loving one another. Relationships that focused on Take and no Give.
It is always easy to look at others’ relationships and “know what I would do.” It is also easy to look back at my own personal hard times and now know what I would have, should have, could have done differently.
Hindsight is a lovely thing. It is the frosting that covers the burnt cake called Delayed Action. In my situation, the obvious thing to do in these relationships was to cut the cord and repair to a different bubble, a different space. A paradigm shift was certainly in order. By staying in “the same level of consciousness” that created the problems, I was exercising my Rights of Insanity . . . by “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
As you can easily imagine, consequences were paid and lessons were learned. Changes were made and “different results” were wrested from me. Not always a happy ending at that time but a different ending, nonetheless.
I have certainly chosen Insanity, by Einstein’s definition, and stayed far beyond the expiration date that was stamped on the underside of a few relationships. There are times when I don’t like to admit this . . . times when, now having moved on and past, I don’t really care about the outcomes that took place . . . times when I feel as if these relationships have helped me to build healthier, positive relationships in the present. There are times when regrets have dogged me and times when regrets have vanished into the stratosphere without a hint of a vapor trail. Times when my past feels as if it has been a surreal dream and times when I simply don’t think about it at all.
I laughed at myself when I told my friend, “Aren’t I a fine one to be saying what this couple should do?” The truth: I don’t know what they should do. I have barely been cognizant of what it is I should-would-could-can-will do. Einstein’s words inspire me to reach for a different level of consciousness, even if it might mean digging myself into a deeper hole or painting myself into a corner or climbing up to the roof and pushing the ladder to the ground.
It takes courage to stretch for a different level of consciousness. Shakespeare wrote in Lady Macbeth, “”But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we’ll not fail.” Lady Macbeth is saying to stretch, push, and pull your courage as far and deep as it will go — just as one does when screwing a screw into a wall or a beam. You keep screwing until the screw simply won’t accept one more twist of the screwdriver. Sometimes you have to go that deep. And to know when to stop.
Anyone who has tried to screw a screw into a wall stud knows the difference between trying to do so into a piece of welcoming straight-grained wood and into a gnarly knot. You start to twist the screw in and then . . . nothing. Stopped at mid-screw. You know you have hit a knot. Depending on how badly I want the screw to be in that exact spot for various functional or artistic reasons, I persevere. I really reef on that screwdriver. I break a sweat or I invite a blister.
Other times, I back the screw out and try a different spot with the hope that I will find straight grain. Eventually, success is mine and the screw is in the wall — and not necessarily where I originally wanted it. All that remains is to fill the holes that litter the sheetrock and dab some paint over the dried spackle.
One time I tried to install a toilet paper roll in my powder room. Something this elementary. By the time I completed the job, the wall was simply riddled with false starts. It remains a testimony to not reading the directions that came with the device. The T.P. holder is crooked and rickety. I think I am the only one in the house who can change a roll of toilet paper and not have the dang holder fall off the wall. It is also a testimony to remember Lady Macbeth’s words and to rise to courage.
But it is Onward, I say. The next time I hear someone telling me a story about another couple’s relationship, I am going to stop my ears and remember Albert Einstein, Lady Macbeth, and the hideous mess I made of my powder room wall. All is well but all will be even better if I prevent myself from making hasty judgments by resisting my Rights of Insanity. Thank you to Albert, Lady Macbeth, and Home Depot. Life is good when I heed the words of the wise: do something different, don’t resist change, don’t listen to my judgmental self, be courageous, and abide by a different level of consciousness.
What phrase best describes your year so far?
This is the prompt that popped up in my 5-year journal today:
Write a phrase to describe your year so far.
Being a person who enjoys words and writing, I was hoping that some neat turn of phrase might bubble to the surface. Maybe something profound or appropriately witty or, even better, both. Something that would neatly sum up all of the many memorable events that have marked the calendar these past six months . . . experiences that stand as fence posts upon which I have strung the minutes, hours, and days.
It has been a year of many blessings and a year of loss. I believe that there is much that I have appreciated as a result of the many blessings and also much that I have learned as a result of the loss.
My Top 9 Fence Posts
- Long and Short: I have learned that life is not always as short as others write about it being . . . that life can also be long — and sometimes even too long — especially so when it is marked by sadness and sorrow.
- Beginnings and Endings: Realizing a dream is not an endpoint unto itself . . . it is just the beginning of newly-found dissatisfactions that grow a new dream.
- The expense of poverty: Observing, living, and understanding the truth behind James Baldwin’s words: “Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.” Not fun. Just saying.
- Simplicity and Complexity: Teasing apart the complexity of a simple life and the simplicity of a complex life and recognizing the differences and knowing that they are both the same at different times.
- Grieving and Celebrating: Feeling the exact same at the same time. On certain days, the co-existence of these two puzzles me. On other days, the co-existence makes perfect sense. It is possible to feel what are thought to be two contradictory emotions at the same time. Like there is this mélange of real and true emotions that thickens up like a stew and threatens to burn the bottom of the pot if I don’t keep my awareness active . . .
- Thoughts, Feelings, and Things: [a continuation of #5] . . .Which leads me to wonder about the practice of intentional living . . . and how feelings become thoughts and then how thoughts become things . . . and how I now know why my life feels so conflicted at times [see #5]. Or wait a second. Do I have this backward? Do our thoughts become feelings which become things? Or do the things in life dictate how we think and how we feel [See #3]? Dr. Wayne Dyer once said, “What I think doesn’t become things; who I am is what becomes things.”
- Confusion and Clarity: [See #5.] Thank you, Dr. Dyer. Advice to self: Be who you are. Give it your best shot.
- Moving and Standing Still: The fact that I have moved three times in the last year does not mean that I still don’t experience feelings of stuck-ness.
- Success and Failure: Many have written and spoke on this subject of success and failure in life. We are bombarded with ideas and quick fixes about how to jump start our motivation, our drive, and our success. We also read of the power in turning failure into success. But I keep wondering? Where is the measuring stick that tells me that I have arrived at a place of success? I do believe that there is an internal sense of reward that tells us we have just driven in another fence post of Accomplishment through the hardpan of our memory’s land bank . . . but then what? Is feeling “successful” enough? Is it a myth? Just wondering. See #2 and #4.
- Giving up and Persevering and Granting a Degree of Self-Permission: I know that lists like this shouldn’t end with 9 items (the norm being “The Top 3” or multiples of 5) but I can’t think of anything else right now. I give myself permission to stop at #9. [See #9]
So, how about you? What phrase best describes your year so far?
If you feel like sharing, please, do so in the comments section. I would love to read what you have to say.
To conclude . . What phrase did I write in my 5-year journal?
Looking Both Ways
It’s the first thing that came to mind and now, after re-reading my list of Top 9 Fence Posts, it makes sense. Looking Both Ways implies some sense of caution, like what our parents tell us before crossing a street: Look both ways!
Answering this prompt has given me time to pause and to reflect. To exercise some counter-intuitive caution . . . not with where I am now heading but with where I have been. More advice to self: Don’t let where I have been determine where I am going next.
The 2nd half of this year is just across the road. I have Looked Both Ways, and I feel ready for the uncharted territory over yonder. Maybe I’ll leave my work gloves, shovel, and fence posts on this side of the road and let my tracks leave a trail. Thinking of this metaphor makes me wonder what I want my Phrase to be for the 2nd half of the year . . .
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The Perfect Vacation & Passwords
This, I must say, is a GREAT feeling: returning to work from vacation and not being able to remember my password. When this happens, I know that I truly got away from my day-to-day stuff.
Vacation. You’re able to get away from work and you have the opportunity to renew, recharge, and re-invigorate your senses, your inner calm, and your ideals. You’re able to ignore the chorus of shoulds and woulds and coulds that dog your work days and you relax into moments of Just Now.
Vacation is over and you come back to work, sit down in front of your computer and . . . you can’t remember your password. And it feels good — even though you have a mild concern about what is happening to your mind. Those letters and digits that you have typed in day after day while on auto-pilot have simply vanished from your memory. You get the feeling that you went a lot farther on your tirp than you actually did.
Has this happened to you?
Life is just so pleasantly full when you have been allowed to let your mind and heart go to that place that doesn’t require dashing off to work, grocery shopping on the way home, cooking a quick meal, and then catching up on chores around the house so you aren’t completely inundated once you get a day off.
It strikes me that I want to create more Vacation Moments in my day to day. Be more mindful about “making time” to do fun stuff that reminds me that my life is good and that there is time to do fun stuff. [I realize that this is not an extremely ingenious notion!] With all of the reminders to create a heightened awareness of being more mindful, I think we all understand the need for more relaxation . . . more time to just be and less time to just do.
My vacation time travels in cycles. There have been the Glory Days of having lots of trips and there have been times when any travel has been non-existent. These days, my travel time is at an all time low. My solution? I grab mini-vacation time whenever I can get it, and I thoroughly enjoy the experience. I don’t have to be on a tropical beach for two weeks to go into my Happy Place (even though that sounds like a LOT of fun!).
And as for passwords, this last December when I returned home from a trip, I did indeed forget the password for opening the computer at work. Maybe this is not the best litmus test of a great vacation, but it does make me feel blessed that I was able to get outside of my head and inside of my soul.
When you know life is good . . .
. . . that feeling when you can turn your alarm off the night before and sleep in the next day . . .
Happiness is sleeping in on Sunday morning.
The Perfect Vacation:
This thought of the perfect vacation occurred to me when I was sitting in a locals’ brew pub on Maui. I realized that I hadn’t needed my reading glasses for several days . . . meaning that I had been blessedly away from any printed materials and the computer screen . As much as I appreciate technology and its many wonders (I truly do), sometimes it just feels so good to unplug, turn my phone off, and just be in the moment that engages all of my senses.
It felt great to take a break from technology. And it causes me to think on making a conscious effort in my non-vacation days to unplug and seek experiences that engage my senses more fully.
Today, I am going for some balance! How about you? What does balance look and feel like for you?
Get out your Friday dancin’ shoes!
When was the last time you just stood up in your office or your living room or your kitchen and started to dance because you just had to?
Well, today is the perfect day for it. Get out your Saturday morning dance shoes. Twist and shout and move around the room and have some fun.
Or when was the last time you dug out a pair of heels and went dancing at some honky tonk with that crazy-good band that sticks to the great dance covers? The band that plays Aretha, Stevie Wonder, and Coldplay. Bruno Mars, Michael Jackson, and Earth, Wind & Fire. Grand Funk Railroad. The Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. The kind of music that speaks directly to some intimate and rhythmic part of you that tells you that you just have to dance.
The kind of songs that you can’t help but sing along with. Someone told me once that if you succumb to peer pressure and find yourself up on the stage with a karaoke mic in your hand, pick Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline. It is guaranteed that you won’t be singing alone by the time you get to the chorus.
Wherever you are, turn on some music and dance. It is good for you in so many ways. Movement clears your chakras and inspires happiness. It limbers you up and gets you moving in ways that everyday life pretty much ignores. It instills grace and improves flexibility. It can also reduce stress. And it’s pretty difficult to be dancing to some awesome music and not smile. Maybe even impossible.
Life is a lively event, and it sure is quick. Do yourself a favor and do some dancing today. This mashup will definitely get you moving! These dancers have got some serious moves!
Try Something New: Leave a Little Note
I was thinking today that I haven’t made a concerted effort to Try Something New for a while. Being a firm believer in the good consequences of this practice, I thought I would go for sweet and simple today. While running errands throughout the day — everywhere I went, I left a little note of encouragement for someone to find.
I didn’t spend a lot of time coming up with an elegant message. I just scribbled an acknowledgement that the finder was doing a good job . . . that he or she was an important part of the grand scheme . . . that we all appreciate his or her smile . . . that life is good because he or she was in it . . . this sort of thing.
It might seem simple and I cannot even begin to imagine who found the little notes, but I do hope that whoever found them felt appreciated. That they felt as if their life is testimony to contributing and doing significant things. That they are visible to me, even though I can’t physically see them. That they feel the genuine sentiment behind the words of a stranger.
Life is a lively event and, some days, I really have to scoot to keep up with the flow of things — but these little notes took but moments to write. How about you? Do you want to join me in leaving an anonymous note or two? I am going to be in town again tomorrow, and it is my goal to leave at least three little notes.
As I was leaving Dr. K’s office today, I picked up a business card that was on the counter. The lovely person behind the counter said, “You should read what’s on the back. I love what it says.” I flipped the card over and this is what I read:
After a day of leaving notes, I felt as if this was such a sweet and pleasant thing to read.
My final note of the day for you, Gentle Reader:
Expect Miracles!
Life + Movement = Balance
Can you remember that first time you were actually pedaling, steering, and balancing a bicycle all by yourself?
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Albert Einstein has had so many wonderful and uplifting quotes attributed to him. Not only was the man a genius, but he was also very wise.
Life is like riding a bicycle. If you are riding a bicycle and you stop moving, there’s a good chance that your balance will go all cattywampus and you will fall down. Boom and Ouch.
When it comes to bicycling and balancing, your options are somewhat limited: keep moving, stop moving and fall on the ground, or get off the bicycle completely and start walking. And when it comes to life, we intuit and believe and know that out life options are not somewhat limited. In fact, some of us believe that our options are infinite. But are they? I’m just wondering aloud here . . . what do you think? I think that Einstein’s brilliance might be the answer here: Our options stay alive when we stay in balance our Higher Self with the pavement beneath us.
I like the spirit of Einstein’s quote and how he has reduced this simile to its simplest terms: ride or fall. Keep going or get stuck. And I do believe that some life changes have necessitated the need to trade in an old ride for a new one.
There are times in my life that I look back on and now can see that parking the bicycle was the best thing I could have done. After living in a state of stagnancy, falling to the ground numerous times, and feeling the Ouch Factor, I finally came to my senses and parked the bicycle and walked away. Heck, I didn’t even bother locking it up to a bike stand or a nearby tree because I knew that I was never going to give that bicycle another go. Let someone else have it! Some events in life are Good Riddance worthy. At times like this, it is always good to select a new (and healthy!) set of wheels and ride like the wind off into a new paradigm.
Life, like a bicycle, is the vehicle we are riding. Our infinite options in life are actually the directions in which we point our front tire. The secret is to keep riding toward what we know are true directions to our Higher Self. I have felt my spirit’s unsettling, intuitive nudge when I know that I have been pedaling in the wrong direction, and I have certainly experienced that feeling of What the heck have I done? right before crashing and falling. Again. My takeaway? Patch up any scrapes and get back on the bicycle and find a balance point and keep moving forward.
Can you remember that first time you were actually pedaling a bicycle all by yourself? It felt so liberating and exhilarating. There was that split second when you felt your big brother’s hand leave the back of your bike seat and you felt your sense of balance kick into gear. I so vividly remember this. I went shooting down the driveway (and thank God that no car was coming up the street!), banked to the left and rode down the street to the cornfield that bordered the cemetery. (Yes, I grew up in a very weird Midwest town!)
It was that split-second feeling that has stuck with me. The second when I knew that I was balancing all on my own. No sibling to steer for me or to keep us upright on two wheels when I was bumming a tandem ride on a back fender. Just me, my hand-me-down sky-blue Schwinn, and the open road. I rode all afternoon in the relative safety of the cemetery — the roads there being so peaceful. I found My Balance while I practiced right turns and left turns. Stopping and getting started again. I arrived home feeling triumphant. Liberated, actually. I had discovered my independence. My Movement.
Yup. Einstein had it right. Movement and Balance are key. And let’s not forget Risk with a capital R. It takes a lot of guts some days to take a deep breath and sail down the driveway, not knowing if you are going to keep riding or if you are going to crash to the pavement. I believe that we all crave that feeling of Triumphant Balance in our days. That feeling deep inside that tells us we are doing life justice with the right amount of movement and balance.
Today? I am going to get back up on my Bicycle and ride like the wind. There is no cemetery down the road from where I now live, but I am going to head there in my mind. Back to that ultra-satisfying feeling of Balance and Movement.
When Encouraging Words Are Actually Discouraging
Have encouraging words ever served to utterly discourage you?
Like when you are saturated in “Just Keep Breathing” Survival Mode, you can’t look beyond the immediate present moment of “what is.” And that “what is” just doesn’t feel all that great. No matter how hard you try to put a positive and enlightened spin on the situation, life feels like it pretty much sucks.
You are down and feeling like bad karma has taken over your life. You are in the doldrums and stuck in idle. Your friends and family know it. And they feel for you. They go into Encouragement Mode, or worse yet, Coach Mode, and they offer pep talks, platitudes, and well-intended reality checks. Their support is so lovely. You know that they are trying and you appreciate their concern. But it still feels like the encouraging words actually serve more as a reminder of how bad things are in your life.
If you have been in this place, you know that what you are feeling goes way beyond feeling sorry for yourself. You aren’t just stuck. You are buried.
When life isn’t so hot
Not so long ago, I was going through some really challenging financial, emotional, professional, personal, and academic times. I was going to school full-time, trying to sell the dream home that I had just finished restoring, going through a really yucky break-up, working four ill-suited, part-time jobs, and trying to negotiate house showings with an insane work schedule and three dogs.
I had to rush home from work each time a prospective buying agent called, so that I could take my dogs out for what felt to be marathon walks through the neighborhood while possible buyers viewed the house. One of the three dogs was enjoying his retirement years and couldn’t really walk very far, so we four would oftentimes go sit on a bus bench up the street to wait out the showing. Buses would pull up to the stop, mistaking my wave for them to keep going as an invitation to stop. They would pull up and shout at me like I was half a bubble out of plumb, “You can’t bring those dogs on the bus!” “I know, I know,” I would tell them and wave them on. The door would hiss shut and the bus would puff off in a plume of exhaust. All I can say is this was a really low time of my life for me and for my dogs.
When friends think they are helping . . . but they’re not.
I remember the time my friend Mary was going on and on about her three-week vacation on the beaches of Mexico. I was happy for Mary, but midway through viewing an insanely-long slide show of her pictures, I realized that Mary was the farthest thing from being in tune with me as a friend. Maybe even as a human being. I didn’t — and don’t — fault her for any of this (we are still friends) but her parting words that night of “Don’t worry, Dear. You are going to get through all of this” meant so little to me. In fact, they only served to discourage me.
It’s the little things . . . and the big things
I couldn’t help but think back to my old friend Donnalyn who stopped by my house one day to see me when I wasn’t home. She left an envelope on my front porch, and in the envelope was $50 cash with a note saying, “I’ve been where you are. After my divorce, I didn’t think I was going to be able to figure it all out. You are going to make it.”
Donnalyn. What an amazing and compassionate and empathizing friend. And I can’t emphasize this enough: It wasn’t the money. It could have been $1 or $0, and it would have meant just the same. Donnalyn understood the struggle. She had been there. She knew what Panic Mode felt like in the midst of Survival Mode. I will never forget her gesture of kindness, generosity, and empathy.
Empathy in action
Thinking about Donnalyn makes me realize that there comes a time when I need to put some action into my words of encouragement. Saying I love you or You’ve got this is great but being of service is maybe even a little bit better.
It is the Little Things in life and there are so many Little Things that I can do. Every little thing makes a difference, and the little actions carry a LOT of impact. Offer your washing machine to a friend whose washer broke down. Like and share a friend’s new blog to encourage her writing. Drive a family member to his or her doctor appointment. Scrub the floors for your sister who is returning from surgery. Vacuum your partner’s car. Clean the hideous microwave in the break room. Help someone figure out how to upload photos to his computer. Leave a little note of encouragement on the table at the coffee shop for the next person who is going to sit there.
When your new paradigm is Survival Mode
I was talking on the phone with my one of my best friends, Birdie, who is experiencing a major paradigm shift, and I asked her if she ever felt like this. Birdie just graduated and is starting a new business. She said the she, too, felt as if her life is in Survival Mode while she gets everything up and running.
Birdie told me, “People have been so nice, but I sometimes feel unworthy of the encouragement. I don’t feel like I have the resources to take them up on their advice — which is all really good — and make things happen, so it sometimes feel like I am wasting other people’s energy when they are being so encouraging.”
This is so honest. It made me think back to my Epic Life Meltdown and how I felt exactly the same as her. Birdie’s words really resonate with me. There is a difference between feeling sorry for yourself and Real. Birdie’s experience is Real. She knows that, ultimately, she is going to build her practice and that some of the bumps are eventually going to smooth out . . . but in the meantime? I try to listen, and we do fun things together. It’s the little things. I think of Donnalyn and her $50, and I try to transfer that same $50-intention into Real for someone else. I knew that my Birdie’s phone was no longer holding a charge, so I ordered her a new battery on Amazon and had it shipped to her house. Once her phone was all charged up with the new battery, she called me. She laughed and said that it has made such a difference not having to conduct business while being plugged into the wall.
No one will know unless you share.
And on the other side of this . . . tell people how they can help you. You don’t have to go on a marathon downward spiral about how broke you are or how awful your relationship is in order to convey what is going on. Sometimes we are admonished by the positive intenders in our lives saying that we need to stay away from negative talk . . . but how can people help if we don’t share our Real?
As for that crazy Survival-Mode scenario in the past . . . Well, the house sold, I graduated, I ultimately embraced the release of a bad relationship, I gradually let go of each job in lieu of one single job with the standard benefits, and I started to catch a rhythm of sorts. I started to play music again and the dogs, as they always do, adapted happily to their new home. No more marathon walks for lovely old Mac! I was able to breathe a bit more easily within my Real, which was no longer hitting the door to my soul with a SWAT team’s battering ram.
The funny part: That was then. This is now. Life took yet another epic turn, by my choosing, and I am reconstructing several pieces that have flown off the proverbial bus. I am using baling wire, paper clips, and duct tape to keep things running, but I am getting there. I have come to learn that I am pretty good at making the best with what I have on hand. And there is nothing wrong with that.
How about you? Are you in Survival Mode?
- Share your situation with someone who you can trust to really listen. Ask for input as to what he or she is hearing you say.
- Reframe your feelings with new words that steer you in a more positive direction. Even if you have to stretch the truth of your reality a bit, use words that set your thinking in a new light of positivity. Not always easy, I know.
- Keep your heart open to friends, family, and colleagues who might be struggling. Give them a hug. Ask them how they are doing. Listen.
- Take action — for others and for yourself. Look for ways to surprise and delight someone who is feeling a burden. Remember, it’s the little and the big things.
- Be kind. Be positive. Be hopeful. Know that, like an EKG line, life has its ups and its downs. No one wants to live on a flat line.
- Go with the flow and smile. Looking for the happy in life is a lot more fun than accepting the overwhelm.
Author bio: Kennedy Farr’s passion for writing caught light at the age of four when she first learned how to spell her name at a yellow kitchen table on a sheet of lined tablet paper. Kennedy is a daily writer and blogger, a lifelong learner, and a true believer that something wonderful is happening right now in this very moment. Kennedy lives high on the mountainside of an emerald-green island in the Pacific Northwest.
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