Kaleidoscope Place of Healing

11/19/2025

Thanks for being a top engager and making it on to my weekly engagement list! 🎉

Christine Huweart, Nina Kocon, Marlene Fritsch

11/19/2025

11/19/2025

Qi Gong today at 10 am! All are welcome! Drop in cost is $17 and if you decide to make this part of a regular practice, a 6 session package is available for $90. Marlene will be having another Saturday class in December then,,,,drum roll,,,,, rumor has it she will start 2 Saturday classes a month beginning in January!!! YAY!

I've been working on bringing some new offerings in so keep checking back for details!

11/18/2025

Magic often happens when you allow yourself to wander .....

The Unseen Frost: A Poet Forged in Fire, Not Snow.

Forget the gentle old man America imagined. Robert Frost was a human hurricane: a man who carved breathtaking beauty out of a life defined by sheer heartbreak.

His verses felt peaceful, but his reality was a warzone. He grew up dirt poor, anxious, and brilliant. At 11, his father drank himself to death. At 20, he buried his first child. Frost’s entire existence was a brutal tug-of-war between creating art and collapsing under pressure.

He failed at everything first: farming, teaching, editing newspapers. By 38, broke and desperate, he gambled everything, moving his family to a tiny English cottage. That roll of the dice changed history.

There, in that quiet village, he wrote masterpieces like “The Road Not Taken” and “Mending Wall.” His poems looked like charming countryside scenes, but they were razor blades wrapped in velvet—hiding loneliness, brutal indecision, and the violence of choice. He found survival in every line.

Tragedy was his constant companion. He lost two more children. His beloved wife grew frail and depressed. One son died by su***de. Frost poured every ounce of that pain onto the page.

That’s why his famous woods feel so real—they weren't quaint scenery; they were a sanctuary. He didn’t write about nature to escape humanity; he wrote about it to figure out how to forgive himself, and the world.

And at 86, at JFK’s inauguration, blinded by the sun and shaking with age, he couldn't read his new poem. He didn't panic. He lifted his head and recited “The Gift Outright” from a memory forged in a lifetime of survival, turning potential disaster into pure, raw history.

Robert Frost wasn’t the soft poet of snowy woods. He was a warrior who stitched philosophy to grief.

He didn't write about peace. He wrote about the courage it takes to keep putting one foot in front of the other when the only sound left is your own heartbeat against the cold, unforgiving world.

11/17/2025

Hey all! Tonight will be the last night for the AVAC food bank drive- Ill be at the Century 21 Office from 4pm to 7pm for any last minute donations and will be delivering tomorrow! Thanks to CS C.s. Kim Karate Sarver for also collecting (Ill be over this eve to grab your items) and to all of you who generously donated!

11/15/2025

That last part.....

11/14/2025

"It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it’s the soft things that can’t break! The hard things are the ones that shatter into a million pieces!"
C. JoyBell C.

Artist: Iris Esther - Walk Me into Spring

Paired by Whispers from the Heart

11/14/2025

As we enter the weekend..... 😊