Tag: magic

I’m a private person, to say the least. I’m not big on sharing my inner thoughts, experiences, and concerns beyond a handful of my closest friends. For me, talking about events and ideas are so much easier than talking about what’s going on in my heart. Even social media has become a space for me to share articles on what’s going on in the world and to muse about baby animals. So to share of myself in this way feels terrifying.

But I’ve been reading and meditating more and more these days. And the things that have helped me most through this year of heartbreak, difficulties, and transition, have been reading the words of others who have experienced similar moments, endured them, and became fuller versions of themselves because of it.

So with that, I share myself with this space, in hopes that someone finds a thread of familiarity in my experiences.

This has been a year of endings. The biggest of which are the painful end to a 5 and a half years, on-and-off relationship and the drawn out end to my time in the US, leaving behind incredible friends and a sense of unbounded freedom. Both endings have felt raw, unjust, and unforgiving in their march towards their inevitable conclusion. To say I wished for a different outcome would be an understatement. And yet…here I am. Still standing. My hope for this next stage of my life is to find meaning in those endings, to not be bitter, and to be grateful for beginnings.

I imagine this blog will be many things or perhaps nothing at all. If you keep reading, I’ll probably muse about issues of politics, race and gender, returning back to the Bahamas, heartbreak, letting go of who we thought we were supposed to be, meditation, and the inevitable lost-ness we feel in our mid-twenties (and probably beyond – ugh). It will be a map of where I’ve been and where I hope to go. Feel free to join along for the ride.

Cheers to a year filled with magic & meditation.

Peace,

K

“I had diverged, digressed, wandered, and become wild…even in my darkest days, I saw the power of the darkness. Saw that, in fact, I had strayed and that I was a stray and that from the wild places my straying had brought me, I knew things I couldn’t have known before.” – Cheryl Strayed, Wild