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FROM EMMA PERETZ
“I want to thank Kim from the bottom of my heart. This is a glorious lady cleared. She knows in her heart the exact direction for clients need, not just to create a product from the heart but to find the heart expand in the midst of it. Paragraphdont know how she does this, but it's her magic.

I was referred to Kim in search for guidance while writing my book. It was at the beginning an interactive journal for mothers and daughters. She gave me a simple exercise upon our first meeting of actually creating those pages with my mom. Not to be published nor to be used necessarily. Just an exercise between mother and daughter. My mind was hesitant at first, but later that day after I proposed the idea to my mom...we found the journal pages as if they were waiting for us and Kim knew it all along. My mom is an artist and visionary and for a long time I held on tight to a story of competition between my mom and I. Vision against vision. No room for both visionaries in this world. In the midst of Kim's exercise...it was the first time I helped my mom on a project of hers from a place of trusting the visionary within myself, rather than comparing my every move to hers...We colored for hours, listened to Billy Joel, and watched "Rocketman." There was a scene where I started to burst into tears...I cant remember the scene but it instantly reminded me of the emptiness I felt in terms of my relationship with my mom and the loved I yearned for. We hugged for like five minutes and tears were just bursting from my eyes. It was the first time I held my mom and she held me in a way a young daughter needed to be held by a mother...and an equal.
Kim gave my mother and I the great gift of connection. She believes in her heart and follows it allowing others to do the same in the midst of learning and experiencing what we really need from life. Connection.

Kim has the beautiful gift of connection and gives it to others freely. With an open heart. I am so grateful for my work with Kim.
She is support.
She is a gift.
And she is a visionary.

Within two weeks, I published my first book on Amazon Kindle.

Within two weeks, I learned to trust the sincerity and vision of my mind and my heart.

Emma S Peretz, published author of "Inbody Embody" now available on Amazon Kindle

“True generosity is an offering given freely and out of pure love.  No strings attached.” - Suze Orman

In our selfish society, very little is truly given without expectation of repayment in some form.  We consider it fair trade to appear generous while we hold the recipient hostage to repay in the form of recognition, appreciation, or favors in the future.
Giving with no strings attached is spiritual service.  It is sharing what you have physically, financially, emotionally or spiritually with no expectation of repayment.  It is paying it forward without sticking around for the nod or thank you.  
We humans are wired for love and generosity.  Our greatest joy comes in the giving, not in the gain.  To selflessly share from our abundance fills us with gratitude that we have it to give.  
Giving with no strings frees us from attachment to how the recipient receives, rejects or re-gifts our offering.  It fills our heart to allow stuff to flow freely through our lives and into another’s hands or heart without expectations or demands.  
Letting it go is an act of pure love.

KIMMISM:  Giving with strings attached is not a gift, it is manipulation.
(c) 2019 I AM LUCID, Kim Halsey, All Rights Reserved

The word percolate reminds me of Mom’s oh-so-strong coffee. The longer it percolated, the more robust and flavorful it became. At just the perfect moment, she would take it off the heat and serve it with love to friends and family. Nobody made coffee like Mom.

Then came the land of instant coffee, drive throughs and k-cups. In a culture of instant gratification we sometimes think transformational
change should happen overnight as well.

I recently retired and moved from a lifetime in the city to a quiet farm in New Hampshire. I’m big on my morning coffee. While people move at a frantic pace in the busy-ness of their daily grind around me, I see nature - life - as a constant stream of growth, death, and rebirth. An ever present reminder that we need time to percolate.

The Rhythms of Life
It takes time for the flavors of life to ripen. It takes patience to see the fruit of your labors. Fruit picked too soon is bitter and sometimes even toxic. Left too long and it can die on the vine or be ravaged by savages.

Nobody is meant to percolate (sometimes ruminate?) forever either. Left in the heat too long, we become bitter and off the heat too long, we become cold and stale.

So where is the sweet spot? It’s all in the timing. Not the strategy, not the science, not the belief. The timing. Wait. Listen. You’ll know when you’re ready Life’s got this.
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I remember my first automobile accident.  I was broad-sided at a four-way stop in Las Vegas. At the moment of impact, every scary driver's education movie I had seen in high school flashed through my mind.  Then I saw the windshield shatter and it was as if I could see each small piece of safety glass passing my field of vision like a slow-motion kaleidoscope.  I also remember my last thought being "Oh, this is going to hurt."
The next thing I remember was approaching the police officer who was arranging for a tow truck on my abandoned vehicle.  He concluded it must have been a DUI hit and run case since the driver (me) was at fault (what?!?) and left the scene. It had been nearly an hour and they couldn't find me.  That time is lost forever in the recesses of my rattled brain. It was 9:00 am on a weekday.  I was stunned, dazed and confused, but not drunk.
It did hurt.  The car was totaled and it wasn't even my car.  I had to rely on family to get back and forth to work for months.  My boyfriend broke up with me over it (yes, it was his car and he wasn't even in country.) My insurance costs skyrocketed. I was 18 years old.  Welcome to the real world where Adulting is difficult.  If you believe the programming you've been sold.
With experience comes knowledge and eventually wisdom.  I've had more than a handful of close calls in my lifetime.  Today I know a better way.  The real world is not the over scheduled, hectic, busyness that characterizes 'success' in our culture.  Real life isn't captured in an Instagram shot or a Facebook post.  Memories aren't made behind the lens.
Memories are stored by the lens of your very own eyes, in real time and real life.  The real world is the space between the thoughts, the scenes between the drama, the calm before the storm.  The real world records in slow motion every millisecond of a life worth living.
Is your life worth living?  Have you stopped to smell the roses?  Are you living the way you always imagined you would?  Is there something standing in your way?  Could you use a hand or a friend?  
That's why we have each other.  Let's swap stories.
--Kim