I believe in Love.

I won’t deny that I am infatuated with how this sounds all beautiful and gooey. I am so drawn to the dramatic and sickeningly sweet things in life.  And my convictions about love come more from my experiential data. The more I practice love; looking for it; cultivating it; remembering it; the more my life is filled with it. It’s a simple idea and often not so easy to implement.

I spent a childhood learning of love through family and church.
I spent an adolescence in rebellion to what I thought they were teaching me.
I spent young adulthood trying to make it fit through so many alterations.
I’ve reached middle age and can’t believe my amazing fortune of all my experiences. Even the horrible ones, maybe especially those.

In every moment, love is present. In so many moments, I am closed off to it.

And still, it is always there. I know this from experience. My belief is ever strengthened with each step I take.

Love is my God, Love is my Universe, Love is my answer, Love is my home, Love is my soul.

Love is my muse:

• to creating the life that I want.

• to being the woman I most want to be.

• to serving a life that is bigger than me.

Who Am I?

My name is Kimba Kjolhede. (say it like Coal Heed)

I am a wide-eyed, curious, naive and error-prone child on my journey of life. I am an old, amazing soul full of insight and wisdom held deep in my heart. I have things to say and gifts to share.

I have opportunity in every aspect of my life to practice. This is my favorite way of saying that I have challenges!

I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am a mom.
I am a wife.
I am a step-mom.
I am an ex-wife.
I am a friend.
I am an employee.
I am a colleague.
I am a coach.
I am a customer.
I am a human with a body.
I am a consumer of resources on this planet.

In every relationship, every situation, I have a choice to consciously practice love. I often forget to choose. And when I recognize and remember, I have a choice again.
And again and again and a million times again.

So, this is my blog about love, about choosing it, about forgetting, and about the grace that always comes.