Being Powerful

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Dorothy Dandridge
Being powerful has nothing to do with muscle mass or the amount of money in your bank account, it’s the ability to face your greatest fears.
The outcome does not matter as much as the courage it takes to be true to yourself. True power comes in the moment when you are most vulnerable and continue to lay yourself bare. In that moment, you give your faith over to Something more. Being vulnerable allows for a deeper connection in life, love, and faith.

“Faith is not something to grasp, it is a state to grow into.” Mahatma Gandhi

My faith is strong, I rarely waiver in my belief, life is as it is meant to be. I’m a scientist at heart with an artist’s soul. Yes, I even confuse myself at times… in saying that I like to test and qualify my hypothesis from time to time. I am in like to Dr. David Banner MD. Ph.D (aka Hulk) at times I test my theories on myself.

In a test to my faith, I was faced with a losing battle of wills with a loved one. No matter which way I attempted to handle the situation, I was not satisfied with the outcome. This went as far as allowing that person to remove themselves from my life. In that action of “letting go” there was no question that God took over. My Faith, that all is as it should be was my driving force, not my will/ego.

I am truly blessed that I know God is at the helm and with me on autopilot, I am…

In the Beginning…

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Genesis 1:27

“God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.”

Showing Love and Compassion to one’s self is the highest most purest way to honor your Higher Power.

With a full heart, you will selflessly give and without hesitation, you will be able to receive all gifts with grace.

Am I Wrong

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To whom this may concern,

I understand your pain, I’ve felt the way you have. Please let me know if any of the following sounds familiar to you; I want to help you. In my mid to late twenty I was an active alcoholic. I was encumbered by feelings of hopelessness, despair, worthlessness, bone deep wariness. I only survived never lived. Life was unbearable, I hated everything I was feeling, and hated the source of those feeling the most, myself. The only relief I thought I was able to feel was when I drank. As I took the first drink of the day I could feel the relief pour through me with the burn of it. I gained a sense of contentment, if only for a moment. I thought booze was my lifeline, my savior. So, I would continue to chase that feeling of contentment constantly. Consumed with thoughts of my next drink, I was worse than a teenage boy instead of thinking about sex every 2 seconds I thought of booze. My Facebook posts would not be about the accomplishment of my 4 beautiful children, but would consist of such BS statements as, “hard day, kids drove me insane, mommy time with her fav ice wine! Life is good!”. This went on for years until it all came to a head on May 14, 2009. I was done, I had enough of disappointing my family and friends. As, I stood on the pedestrian overpass on Las Vegas Blvd, still heavily intoxicated from the night before, after promising the people I loved I would not drink at all this trip. All promises were forgotten, I did not last twenty minutes after landing in Nevada before I hit the liquor store. I wanted it to end, I so desperately wanted it all to end. I was disgusted with myself and my lack of “willpower”. In that moment, I believed everyone whom loved me would be better off if I was not here anymore.

Today, sitting here over five years later sober, I now know I was wrong. I have a better understanding of my disease, I know it wants me dead. If you are an alcoholic/ addict and you are active your disease will only bring you to three places; jails, institutions, and a funeral home. I have proven this to myself over and over again. I’m sure if you even think you have a drinking problem and you do not seek help your path is headed in the same direction.

I am at peace with being a recovering alcoholic. I now know AA is my medicine and with time, contentment has became my state of emotional homeostasis. There is hope!

RIP Mr.Williams it didn’t have to come to this. Sometimes being loved by millions isn’t enough, if you forget to love yourself.

Much LUV and JOI,
Kimberley

Feel free to contact me via this page, email me. In subject write contentment or message our Facebook page
kmore919@yahoo.com

I’m really feeling this song at the moment! Enjoy!
http://youtu.be/VBmEJZofz2s

The choice is yours…

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I see you, no, I really see you. Through all the complex facades you have spent all this life building. You are seen, not just by me but by all with their (third) eye wide open. I love what I see. Limitless potential, with the divine right to manifest all that seems impossible. Being Human is like having a movies set dressing room at your disposal, countless costumes to don. It’s your prerogative which outfit fits you at this time.