Author: Kimberly Kingsley

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Milk the Moment



Friday before leaving for The Flagstaff Yoga Festival I spoke to a client over the phone. The last thing she said was, “Have fun at the Festival this weekend and don’t forget to milk the moment!” That was the first time I’d heard anyone say “Milk the Moment” and it really stuck. What a perfect way to describe being fully present! This was my mantra all weekend and it turned out to be a collection of some of the best moments ever.

In addition to being with a few of my favorite people including the beautiful ladies at IntentionLove.com (shown in picture), we got to enjoy the presence of all the kind and open yogis. On top of that, the weather was to die for… After 100+ degree weather for months, the coolness was a welcome change:)

Thankfully this weekend is going to be a little cooler for us in the valley – only 105 degrees;) So cool that my boyfriend and I are planning to have dinner on the patio! Go figure…

Have a wonderful weekend and don’t forget to milk the moment!

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Flagstaff Yoga Festival

Hey All! I will be doing a Portals of Peace book signing and talk at the Flagstaff Yoga Festival this weekend – August 8 & 9th.

It’s going to be a very cool event, both in terms of content and weather:) The marketplace is free and open to the public. Along with an Intention Love (http://www.intentionlove.com/) booth selling beautiful tees and my books, there will be lots of good food, fun products and healthy, radiant yogis milling about.

Come up if you’re inspired – I’d love to see you!

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Only Abundance

I’m experiencing an unfolding awareness about the nature of abundance that I’d like to share.

I understand the intellectual principles of abundance, but I’m not sure that I’ve integrated them the way I have some of the other spiritual truths. For me, none of this stuff is real until I feel it in my cells.

Earlier this week I had a glimpse of “experiential abundance.” I felt and realized that there is nothing other than abundance. Think about it. Life is procreating all around us all the time. cells multiply, water flows, energy expands.

This is along the same lines as light and darkness. Darkness is simply the absence of light and when light appears the darkness no longer exists. Abundance is the constant expansion of light, and the only thing that is real!

This may sound basic, but for me it feels profound and also liberating. It takes the work out of focusing on abundance when you realize that abundance is all there is:)
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The Art of Being Human

If I were to write a book on the art of being human it would have to be centered around walking the fine line between consumption and expression. Some of you may be chuckling, “You’ve already written that book Kim – three times actually!”

Well, Sunday morning I kept hearing the intuitive message, “write about when less becomes more.” So in Lieu of writing another book on the topic, I thought I’d share my thoughts in a blog entry.

You all know the fine line I’m talking about. It’s when a pleasurable meal turns into bloating and guilt. When exercise becomes the compulsive pursuit toward perfection. When a drink with dinner becomes a binge in search of one’s “spirit.”

But what about when speaking crosses the line and turns into stealing energy from another, or when work becomes a never ending chase for power and wealth?

My belief is that the pleasure that arises out of fully experiencing the world with our senses is what life is all about and to make these pleasures out to be “bad” is missing the point. At the same time, I wonder how many of us really walk the fine line between enjoying life’s pleasures versus looking to them for life.

Those of us who are inclined to master the art of being human know that to cross over even just a little bit is a mistake – to miss the mark, which happens to be the very definition of sin.
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Why do we bully each other?

Today I watched part of the tribute to Michael Jackson. At one point, Rev. Al Sharpton told Michael’s three kids, “Your dad was not strange, it was strange what he had to deal with.”

It was a beautiful and compassionate thing to say, and I doubt those kids will ever forget it. The whole thing just about broke my heart. But what hurts me most is how badly Michael was bullied when he was alive.

Would it have been so hard to have had compassion for a man who never had a childhood? Would it have been too much of a stretch to remember that he was abused in the pursuit of perfection? Would it have been so difficult to imagine what life must have been like for a man who ultimately decided to reject himself in pursuit of perfection?

Honoring Michael has helped me remember that bullying of any kind is damaging and wrong. Bullying is pervasive in our society. We not only say mean things directly to others, but we say things behind their backs and we say hurtful things to ourselves in the privacy of our own minds.

Michael Jackson was brilliant and full of love. Like many of us, he wanted to create a better world above all else. Like all of us, he wasn’t perfect. But in life and in death he reminds us to be kind to others and ourselves.
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Hungry for God

Do you ever feel hungry for God? This morning as I sat down to meditate, I heard myself say, “I’m hungry for God.” I actually felt the cravings associated with hunger – spiritual hunger that is.

Once I became clear of what was happening, I became still and invited God into my cells. This approach really works for me. It is as if I give the invitation and then open up to receive. What I’m realizing is that God is always waiting to fill us up and all we need to do is enter a state of calm receptivity. I actually picture my cells open to allow light to penetrate them.

Had I not sat down to meditate, I may not have heard the voice telling me what I was hungry for. As we all know, not knowing exactly what we’re craving can lead to “searching for love in all the wrong places…”

I feel much better now. Nourished, full and ready for a great day!
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You teach what you need to learn…

I believe in the saying that you teach what you most need to learn and today I’m experiencing it first hand. Last night I stayed up late watching a movie and then had a hard time sleeping… Today I’m wrecked!

Truth is, I have a sensitive energy system. I have since I was a little girl and could feel the energy of the plants lining the streets as I walked to school in the morning.

I was so sensitive to the energy of others that I ate to buffer myself. I kept a solid padding of “chubby” (I much prefer that word to fat:) on my body as a way to lower my vibration so that I would feel less.

Here’s how to know if you have a sensitive energy system:
  • You “pick up” on the mood of others and intuitively try to fix it.

  • You are highly affected by changes in your routine, such as not getting enough sleep, eating too much sugar, etc.

  • You sometimes avoid new experiences because the energy may be overwhelming.

  • You get over-stimulated by big crowds, extended periods of loud noise, smells, chaos, etc.

  • Others tell you to “relax” or “lighten up,” because they observe you getting tense or shutting down from over-stimulation.

This is a brief list of some of the indications of energy sensitivity. I’ve found that building strong internal boundaries (my own psychic space that I’m able to keep safe by staying connected to my breath and not taking on other’s issues) has helped a lot, as does self care, which I failed at miserably last night!

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Processing Intense Emotions

Staying clear enough to channel large amounts of light into the world involves knowing how to process intense emotions so that they don’t get stuck inside.

A friend shared a story with me about how he did this that I want to pass along.

He was driving and realized that he needed to turn left to get to his destination. He quickly turned on his blinker and tried to change lanes. The big truck next to him wouldn’t let him in. My friend missed his turn and decided to speed up and cut in front of the truck in order to make the next left so he could turn around. The driver of the truck laid on the horn and flipped him off as he sped past.

My friend acknowledged that the decision to cut in front of this driver was questionable, but nevertheless was bothered by the other driver’s aggression for the rest of the day. He said he was “obsessing” and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually he realized that he needed to feel in order to stop thinking.

He became quiet inside and asked, “What am I feeling.” He immediately sensed anger. He then asked, “Where is it in my body?” He was able to feel it in his solar plexus or abdomen. As he dove into the raging sea of anger, he had a vision of reaching out and strangling the other driver. He continued to breathe and feel the fury inside. Within moments the anger dissipated and my friend was able to let the incident go.

Does this sound pleasant? Actually, I think I would prefer swimming with several hundred starving sharks, but the wisdom in this approach is that he not only released the pent up anger from the driving incident, but a big chunk from somewhere in his past that the other driver – gift that he was – activated.

Feeling intense emotions is uncomfortable to say the least, but only lasts a few minutes, whereas repressing them blocks our spirit and causes us to slowly suffocate. Kudos my friend, you are now one step closer to inner freedom.

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A Lesson in Letting Go

I just noticed a smiley face sticker on my phone speaker button… Today is Anna’s fifth grade end of the year party. It is not only the end of the school year but the end of an era, as she is headed to middle school next year.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. Well, terrified might be too strong of a word, but I am experiencing a plethora of emotions that range from nervousness to excitement. She’s getting into that preteen stage where friends are a life line and everything is laced with the thrill of newness.

As my precious baby girl catches up to me in height, I find myself straddled between wanting to stop time while enjoying the ride of growing up with her all over again.

Letting go is tricky. We get comfortable and would sometimes rather stay put than move on. It’s just another lesson in transformation and I’m hoping to be graceful about it as my child blossoms into a beautiful young woman.