Every movement is intentional. Every stroke, dot, curve. Not one happens without my direction. It all falls into place without knowing where it will end. WIP 12/3/2019 The orchestration is magic, the evolution magnetic. The gift is to myself, staying the course, loyal to not the design or idea, but to myself. And see what… Continue reading Mandala-ing
Author: Grace J. Kim
I like me.
Leaving
I recently moved out. Like last week. I am 30 years old. And this is the first time leaving my parents' home. Like really leaving home. Not staying weekdays at university. Not studying abroad. Leaving home. Driving last Friday night with my car packed, I felt emotions. Lots of them. I felt tears but I… Continue reading Leaving
Some morning words
I'm not sure what it is I want to write, what wants to flow. I guess I'd like to start off with: I am in love with this life. Enamored. Captivated. Over the moon. This is the best thing that's happened to me, and it keeps happening. Every day. Every breath. Every moment. The amount… Continue reading Some morning words
Onward ho
I told my dad about my relationship with Jolie. 3 months ago. A little over 3 months ago. On the way to the airport, right before I left for a work trip for 10 days. I didn't plan to make it seem like I was running away after dropping the bomb on him. It just… Continue reading Onward ho
Effortless union
Life as beautiful as me, Love as beautiful as you. We make a good couple, duo, pair. Hand in hand, step by step, breath by breath. Looking into each other, into the abyss, the bliss of who we are, the perfection, completeness, the completion. Calling forth of the other, rising up within ourselves, meeting in… Continue reading Effortless union
These damn millennials
I got a bone to pick. A small one. A little teeny tiny one. But one that's been digging into my side for a bit. Like a few years. This bone has to do with people's perspectives on millenials. A few days ago, as I was waiting for my food to heat up in the… Continue reading These damn millennials
Holy Pavement
I came home from work today ready to go to church. My body yearned to move, itself and the energy within. It didn't matter what time it was, that I had work to do, that I had driven over an hour to get home, that I was tired, that I hadn't eaten dinner, that -… Continue reading Holy Pavement
