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2026-02-02

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Kit Author @[email protected]

2026-02-02

Leaning Into The Energy of Creativity
I've been hiding something from you. And I admit, I've been a bit ashamed, not sure how my audience would receive it, and yet what I've been hiding has been screaming inside me to be let out, that I've seen all sides of the publishing industry and it's simply something we're n
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Kristen Simonds @[email protected]

2025-10-11

Threads of Memory, Threads of Grace

Where nothing is done, yet nothing is undone.

Pause. Everything has been on pause, a hiatus to focus on more pressing matters at the present moment. I’m tired and rundown, but at the same time, I’m filled with energy to move forward, propelled by an unknown force to continue even in the most stressful moments.

If someone had told me what this year would bring, I wouldn’t have envisioned this would be how I’d handle things. It’s been a wild ride watching each moment unfold in my exhaustion. My patience may wane, yet there is a compassion behind the cloud of frustration, for this is life – a deeply mysterious and path-filled with suffering and craving.

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I watch the veil of memory become clouded, in disarray, fleeting moments of fantasical, entangled thought dispelled by the light of the past as I guide awareness back to now through memory. I watch the partner’s frustration, fear, and anger arise, unable to cope with the reality of the moment.

My memories are also not precise. They often cloud the moment with judgment, diluting the magic of newness and casting shadows on my experiences, shaped by nostalgia, regret, or longing.

Yet love is unconditional and boundless, swaddling the loss, the hurt, the fear, and the pain, allowing a glimpse of the truth. The bigger picture, the heart of the matter, this entire journey, this life we live in, material trappings fettered away. In our most challenging moments, we discover our strength, understand hope, fully appreciate unconditional love, and know that this journey is rife with meaning.

There are moments when there is no longer separation between the doer and the deed, the actor and the act; it is all one. It is a miraculous dance of souls asleep to the true nature of being bound by karma, awakening slowly one by one, understanding the true nature of being in the meaning behind each moment. Moksha.

“Nothing is done, yet nothing remains undone.”
~Lao Tzu

I let go of the fleeting wisps of memory and touch the sacred, now unfurling with raw emotion, learning not to push away but to feel deeply the nuance, the realness, and the beauty of this life.

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Author’s Note
Born from personal experiences with memory loss, aging, and the emotional terrain of familial strain, this reflection explores how we hold space—for others and ourselves—when love is complicated and care is not always gentle.

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