Stephanee Killen's Blog: Buddha Breaking Up Blog
February 9, 2015
The Art of Speaking from the Heart
I was in a car accident on Saturday--right before this article went live. Thankfully, it wasn't serious, but I thought again about a line from this piece, which maybe I'd written rather automatically: "If these were my final moments with the people I love, would I want to leave them with my silence or with my words? Can I fully express what is in my heart with the understanding that I am promised nothing, can promise nothing and yet still wish to communicate the connection and beauty I feel in a moment?"
Check out the article, THE ART OF SPEAKING FROM THE HEART. And please share.
The Art of Speaking Your Heart | elephant journal
(I’m certain he meant it as an endearment!)
James was perpetually accusing me of being unclear. This confused me because, before being with him, I’d rarely had a problem being clear.
I tried to pretend that this new vague version of me was out of some saintly desire to be perpetually positive, but that wasn’t the truth. In reality, I was petrified that I would say the wrong thing—the “wrong thing” being the thing that wou...
February 5, 2015
Stephanee Killen: I Am a Woman Who Talks to the Moon | Land of Books Interview
I was recently interviewed for the website “Land of Books,” and it is by far my favorite interview–and a completely crazy pairing, since the interviewer, Ognian Georgiev, is a Bulgarian sports journalist, TV commentator for fight sports (boxing/kickboxing), and author of a book about Olympic weightlifter Galabin Boevski (a man imprisoned for [alleged] cocaine trafficking in Brazil). What does that have to do with relationships? (Well, some might say the weightlifting and imprisonment parts….)...
January 22, 2015
Buddha Breaking Up Second Edition Now Available!
The second edition of Buddha Breaking Up: A Guide to Healing from Heartache and Liberating Your Awesomeness is now available, re-released by Parham Press just in time for Valentine’s Day! (Consider this a pre-emptive strike!)
In celebration, the Kindle version is available
FREE January 22 – January 23.
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December 14, 2014
How to Feel Grateful When Everything is Awful | elephant journal
I am grateful for…
Ask me on a good day, and I’ll rattle off all the things I’m supposed to: A roof over my head, food in the refrigerator, work, car, health, family, still breathing….
Ask me on a bad day, and I’ll rattle off these same things, but they’ll come with a load of negative qualifiers. Suddenly, all I see is scarcity and reasons to be afraid.
The truth is that listing off the items for which I should be grateful feels hollow.
Things could be worse—I am well aware. But I’m also well awa...
April 25, 2014
This Didn’t Just Happen to Me: Taking Responsibility for My Life ~ Stephanee Killen | elephant journal
I am a mess.
How do I know this? Exhibit one: around midnight last night, I burst out of my front door in search of the source of the music rattling my windows—and my precariously upheld sense of calm.
I’m in Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms and a thin, sagging t-shirt shouting, “What the Fu**?” And there’s my new neighbor, sitting on his front step smoking a cigarette. “Have I been rockin’ too loud?” he asks, coming over.
I take a breath, put on a smile, try to act like I wasn’t just about to have a...
March 24, 2014
My Love Is Not a Circus Act: Drop the Big Top and Live From the Heart
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Being in love shouldn't feel like I've run off with the circus. That's what I tell myself every time I start jumping through hoops, walking a tightrope, or spinning plates on my head from the saddle of a unicycle. Love's only task is to undo me. Simple? Yes. Easy to accept? No.
Why? Because I want love to do something. I'm waiting for it to perform magic! It's not a rabbit from a hat I'm waiting to see, either. It's happiness. It's the end of my suffering.
I'm 36, single, and resigned to joining a nunnery. Not really, but that's what I tell my friends, who all roll their eyes because they know I would last precisely seven seconds anyplace where I have to renounce sleeping in. But they are just as disappointed in love. It's hard to maintain faith. True love is that illusive unicorn -- and by this age, I'm wondering whether I'd better just find a pony and stick a cream horn to its forehead.
Deep down, I know it's not my feelings of love that are to blame. It's my ideas of what that love should be doing.
[Read More on Huffington Post]
My Love Is Not a Circus Act: Drop the Big Top and Live From the Heart [Huffington Post]
Being in love shouldn’t feel like I’ve run off with the circus. That’s what I tell myself every time I start jumping through hoops, walking a tightrope, or spinning plates on my head from the saddle of a unicycle. Love’s only task is to undo me. Simple? Yes. Easy to accept? No.
Why? Because I want love to do something. I’m waiting for it to perform magic! It’s not a rabbit from a hat I’m waiting to see, either. It’s happiness. It’s the end of my suffering.
I’m 36, single, and resigned to joinin...
January 25, 2014
What Doesn’t Suck About Being Alone ~ Stephanee Killen | elephant journal
It’s 2 am, and I’ve just finished Episode 55 of The X-Files (my current Netflix obsession).
I haven’t had to argue with anyone over what to watch in 27 months.
That means boxing on HBO Go some nights or, lately, DVR’d episodes of Alaska: The Last Frontier, where I’m learning how to hunt moose in case I should ever find myself living on a homestead in the wilderness—I could, you know! Or maybe I’ll pick up and go to Miami, where I’d live in a one-room apartment in Little Havana (¡La Pequeña Haba...
