And I know that this is the power of giving. After I put my focus on helping my friend with his creativity, the world showed me just how fast it could serve me in unexpected and miraculous ways. Because I was sitting in the HEART of what I love (inspiring people how to BE inspired!), this flow poetically opened up.
When in doubt, love hard, live easily, love more. Find faith.
“Hold on, honey” he said. Hold on to what you are.
The past does not define my present. It does not define my future. My current mindset and belief defines it. And right now, I believe abundance is available to me. I believe I am creative and purposeful. My words carry impact and ignite powerful responses from the people who need to read them. My words evoke… Continue reading 25 Affirmations For a Healthier Writing Career
Me and Sarah McMullen, learning by being. Rockport, Mass. August 2015. photo by John McMullen edits and text by Amanda Kimmerly
Dr. Wayne Dyer left this world yesterday. Full moon in Pisces. A supermoon, no less, for a superman. I am deeply touched by his presence, his wisdom, his thoughtfulness and gentle spirit. Gentle, but also direct..steadfast, straight forward.
This business and busy-ness stuff is all a learning curve, learned best through experience.
from Notes from the Universe. I stand by it. When it comes to the words you choose, amanda, whether in your mind or amongst friends, let them be of what you like and love. What you care about and cherish. What makes you happy. What gives you wings. What makes you dream. And very little… Continue reading Universal
OOOoh, Stress. How my life feels like an ode, worshiping the very ground you stomp on. How I’ve invited you in like the friend who says, “Let’s get drinks!” but never has money to pay the bill. (Okay, I don’t have friends like that). But IF I DID, YOU WOULD BE THAT KIND OF FRIEND.
between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
Polished Pear Creative Editing 