songline - what's your path

whats my song

the one that's mine?

to sing

that rings

true

what resonates with me

the one my soul wants life to see?

looking around seeing all and yours

I need to come back, return

to mine

uniqueness

hold it in

contain, that I may focus

hold true

to the resonance

within

align to the rhyme that is mine

songline

I so love the interlinked roaming in the wild webbed world of all your creativity, I could swim for a day . . . and then I need to come home.

Put on my blinkers and focus in to find my own words again, the pictures that come.

Light a candle, look at the sea, wake up early, touch the dew . . .

How do you get home to you?

spring in my step

Starting out something new 

is for me often with a rush 

from insight

to just go.

then

the doubt sets in 

the questions, the wobbles

I need a cue

sometimes 

to remind me 

it's all ok

today 

this is it

some shoes that make me smile

:)

k-in-the-world

My children are my impetus

I want to show them - go.

My boy made this drawing for me

many years ago.

I hear them tell that I'm an artist

they haven't my tongue tie

of stumbling over the word of it.

They only see me smile.

When I am making something

with colors and light and time.

I'm here to tell them not to 'try'

just do it, have a go.

Now it's time to take my own words

it's time to 'nelmundo'

He he. When I start to write I can't help rhyme, it just falls out that way. The very first email address I chose was 'nelmundo' short for 'en el mundo' when it was all new and I was out there traveling 

many years ago. It meant that - 'in the world'. 

Cos that was the name my father called me when I was a girl.

Kaye-in-the-World

And here I am

Hello

What was your first email name? Or your first nicname?

I love to hear your stories

xxx

jump

I feel emboldened today

to jump

to dive right in

to step off

the ledge of the known

and into the blue, the new

It can seem like just me in a big unknown

but I leap hand in hand with friends.

All you just starting too, all who have been before,

standing below knowing

I won't fall, but fly.

Catcher in the Rye

I hadn't read that story before but now I know that's why.

Why it is named that way, to catch those daring to try,

to have a go.

Thanks to my fellow jumper Leanne, as brave as a bear, inside.

She's stepped out on a limb to be there to show that it's fine, even when it feels so high.

I want to stand beside and whisper in the ear of those, who stand there shy with curled up toes

on the edge of the boat that's brought them, out into the sea of life

who knows how deep or shallow, you go with friends not foes.

 

And what I know inside me is, that clustered all around you are invisible angels shouting - go!

Back there that little me, didn't have a swan dive yet or even a belly flop.

I reckon she just took a step.

And off my life has been.

Lot's of steps and stories, now gathered up behind me

leaning me into this next step

full of fears and potential, standing on the edge.

Hands together in prayer, now stretch them out to dive

over your ears said my first swim teacher.

Don't listen to all those voices

trying to keep you  safe.

Listen to your heart and dive now

know that you can fly.

thanks to Kelly Rae for her flight lessons and all my fellow flyers.

And my team of angels who's wings I feel, inspiring my heart.

A blind surfer once told me "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing badly"

What's the latest big small step you've taken?

I'd love to hear

(yep that's really me and my favourite little boat :)