Kami Reads Energy

04/16/2023

I’ll be at Elder Apothecary in Ashland today, 12-6 offering intuitive Reiki sessions. I now am offering 30 min sessions as well! There are a few sessions still available this afternoon. Visit calendly.com/kamireadsenergy to book 💗✨💫

04/06/2023

Excited to announce I'm now offering in person Intuitive Reiki Sessions at Elder Apothecary in Ashland! I'll be there each Sunday from 12 pm - 6 pm and would love to support you in this healing way. I'm offering sessions on a sliding pay scale with the intention of making this accessible to more individuals interested in this work. Book directly at calendly.com/kamireadsenergy

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07/13/2022

“I’m finding myself wondering if confidence isn’t really a destination. Much like what I’ve learned about healing, what if it’s a life-long practice? What if feeling comfortable in my skin is something that I will be re-working through the years as I continue to grow and evolve?”

https://medium.com/.lingren/from-zero-confidence-to-working-on-it-14c4d9523f11

Reaching for the distant mirage of self-confidence one pit stain at a time.

07/06/2022

"The Mother is the giver, the caretaker—her very existence seemingly contradicts advocating for the self. Mom is in dire need of a new understanding that allows for radical honesty. In order to harvest a new depiction of motherhood, we have to allow ourselves and our experiences to be truly seen, which often goes against what we have learned of the Idealized Mother. We must strip the shame and silence we have internalised. To make it okay to have actual needs, and okay to press for real change."

https://motherwellmag.com/2022/06/09/its-not-just-you-motherhood-really-is-that-hard/

As mothers, we are so good at keeping things beautiful and wrapped up in a bow. By Jillayna Adamson

06/08/2022

"I’m angry.

And I’m ashamed that I’m angry.

I was raised to always aim for the mystical arrival of perfection. To stay inside the lines, no cost barred. And to never allow anger to be felt because I was taught within my church culture of childhood: anger is wrong (spoiler: not true)."

Somehow it has to be enough. To be angry. Just angry. Not rushing to the next step, but believing the next stage will come all on its own…

01/19/2022

Do you know that you are enough even when you’re “not doing anything”?

I’m stretching myself to believe it, maybe you are too.

But the truth of this whole “not doing anything” business is that it’s actually bu****it. If you are alive you are never not doing anything.

Your heart is pumping the very life force that flows through your entire being, your lungs are filling and releasing life giving air, and your brain constantly working to orchestrate the organs that make up the wonder of YOU. The wonder of me.

In our rest or mundane, that we may often feel oh so guilty of, there is so much productivity happening. There is healing. Rebirth. Clarity. Relief. Perhaps even restorative quiet.

There is space to refill so that we may then rise back up and have something to offer, first to ourselves and if there’s more to give, to others.

You are not a machine. Your worth isn’t registered in numbers or titles or looks or accomplishments deemed prize winning by society. You are ALWAYS enough. Always worthy of love and compassion and kindness. Of loving yourself.

And there is my personal pep talk to me, in case you happen to need to read it to yourself too. And if you do, you’re probably my people. So let’s be friends.

Xoxo
Kami

10/06/2020

It’s enough.
I’m enough.
You’re enough.

The blurred photo.
The TV show on for the baby.../mom/dad ( FTW)
The clutter + less than clean home.
The unopened boxes and undone projects waiting to be tackled.
The messy+big+overwhelming feelings I’m slowly, gently inviting myself to feel and process.
My progress in healing from an unexpected flare as a new mama.
The choices I and Trev make as Chloe’s parents.
And the list goes on...

And yet.

I’m practicing a moment a day, or twenty, of: hand on the heart, deep breath, “I am enough.”

To combat the inner (and outer) voices of exhausting perfection and critique. And practice what it could look like to release the perpetual need to please with overwhelming kindness, gentleness and FREEDOM.

To be exactly who I’m here to be. For now. For today. For myself, for my guy, for my sweet + sassy girl. And someday soon: for you, my dear friends. Ever dreaming and inviting clarity for that.

How about you, loves...What will you be embracing as enough today?

09/25/2020

I’ll confess that my heart has had a lot of internal work it’s been processing in these last few months of navigating a substantial flare, while now being a mama. This article I wrote several years ago about the challenges faced as an introvert with chronic illness still hits home today! Where are my fellow introverts at?? 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏿‍♀️

Being an introvert with chronic illness brings a whole different set of challenges. Guest post by Kami Lingren

05/04/2020

I stood in the kitchen, bare feet and baby wrapped to my body, as the words flowed from the speaker.

And then as I sang and swayed to the melody: it struck me. Like a chord I didn’t know I was waiting to be played.

Memories of my brother. Pain over losing him. And a deep awareness that 2.5 years can feel like an eternity just as much as it can pass in the blink of an eye.

As I snuggled my baby close I let the emotions breathe. Speaking words of love and longing to my brother, lamenting the reality that I’ll never see him interact with Chloe in this realm.

It’s in these tender moments I feel such a loving invitation to mother myself, for my sake and in turn - for Chloe’s. To model what it can look like to allow feelings, to reach out for support, or to take a step back from a to do list and rest.

And in the process (and my, is it a process) of self-mothering I’m seeing myself through the eyes that I look at my daughter with. Eyes of gentle, nurturing love and acceptance. And it’s redefining my understanding of self-compassion and self-love.

So my friend...perhaps it’s time to check in with yourself, too:
What part of you is aching for compassion and tenderness?

02/14/2020

My newest, sweetest 💝

01/25/2020

Yesterday I got out of the house baby-free for a couple of hours and these are my observations:
Finding a good pair of jeans is literally a treasure hunt for me. As in WHERE IS THE FREAKIN’ TREASURE?! Postpartum: 0 pairs of my pants fit and I had no idea what size I was. 12 pairs in at the first store I left defeated and found myself at in-n-out because, hey, at least I can count on them to deliver! 🍔🍟🙏🏻
FINDING the perfect pair of jeans at the second store = the heavens open, angels sing a chorus of “When I fall in love”, and the sun beams down into the dressing room. Exact scene around 2:43 yesterday. 👏🏻👖🌟
I looked up to this sky at some point and just had to snap a photo. Clouded skies bring all the heart eyes here. 😍😍😍
Anyone else struggle to find jeans that fit just right? Or is it just me??

01/11/2020

What’s in a name? That which we call a hand by any other name would taste as sweet? - Chloespeare
Here’s to a sweet weekend, friends. We’ll be learning what hands are, hanging out with Grammie and Papa, and taking a walk with a neighbor.
What’s on tap for you?? 💕