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
Author: Grace J. Kim
I like me.
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
No more right
I carried out a vendetta against my mom for many years. In the later years, we didn't brawl, like we used to. But I harbored some stuff against her, her motherhood. Stuff like, feeling like she didn't give me what I needed as a child, feeling like she had abandoned me when I was going… Continue reading No more right
Being Me
There's something special about being human. Something raw beautiful majestic magnificent significant. There's something magical about being human. Feeling all the feelings, knowing all the knowings, choosing all the choosings. There's something wonderful about being human. Tasting all the wonders, drinking all the sweetness, eating all the deliciousness. There's something truthful about being human. Melting… Continue reading Being Me
