Tuesday, February 23, 2010


This song has been on repeat in my head today. It's one of those OUCH songs for me. But I love it...and I miss Dan Fogelberg. His concerts were the best!

Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.

We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.

I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.

She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --

Monday, February 22, 2010


The red rock shoots like rockets into space
parting the veil of symmetry stars
Aligned for so many
But for me tonight

I can breath
I can feel
I can hear you!

I remember you
I remember me

Those Jetting Hosts
Baptised a billion times
His dove flys high
Bringing a small sacred moment...
to remind...

"Kim, you are mine!"

Ps. This is one of the songs that inspired the mood of this poem. U2's "Ocean". U2 is one of the only things I listen to when I'm there...the rest of the time I listen to God and His Earth.
Pss. Love the old video of U2...awesome to see them so young.

Sunday, February 21, 2010


"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.—number Forty-Three"

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Today my sister told me to read about Elizabeth Browning as she felt I would find her life very similar in some ways to my own. I am amazed at her and feel that she is in a small way a kindred spirit. When they say that she was ill but no one knew what it was that was ailing her, it is obvious to me that she had serious depression which affected her in every respect. Along with that came a sort of genius beyond words. I love and respect her. What a great woman and I'm glad she was given a good man who loved her purely for who she was and her situation, which she obviously had no control over, until the day she died. What a hero! She is worth reading about...worth thinking about...worth praising.


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

*Chaz's mission return video w/ music*

Who knows if this is going to work in an hour or not, but since the last one had no music this is another attempt with Vimeo and not Youtube.

Untitled from kim curtis on Vimeo.

Saturday, February 13, 2010


If you haven't heard the new "We are the world", you should. I remember when the first version came out. I was in the car with my older sister headed to her first home to have a sleepover and it came on the radio. I remember just LOVING it. And being the fan of Michael Jackson that I was, it made it even more special. I went out and got the cassette asap. :)

Now, all these years later as we all are praying and hoping for the people of Haiti, this came at the perfect time and I believe it was heaven sent. I wasn't expecting the old clip of Michael singing, and of course I teared up. The only thing that I wish the video had, was Michael Jackson's children singing in it. I thought that would have been really neat to have his kids a part of the chorus. Anyhow...I really like it. Props to all to contributed it, especially the direction of Lionel Richie. Enjoy!


So blogging has been wonderful for me. I love it as much as I have loved journaling over the years. In truth, I love to write. It was for many years my only way to really express myself. I actually learned how to. The more I wrote, the more I found myself and learned to share who I was through MY words. It's turned out to be a neat thing. I have quite lofty goals of writing a couple books in my lifetime, along with with a book of my poetry. I never in a million years that I would write poetry.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is dumb
Poetry is dumb.

That's how I use to feel about it! hahhah It seemed like alot of rhyming nonsense. With some of the struggles I have with my form of Dislexia, it hasn't always been easy. But that has never got in my way...or rather I never let it and I never will. I have found my own little style of writing and on certain days I like to turn on my more inspirational music and take pen to pad...er...fingers to keyboard. ;) The heart is full of magical stories that we all have to tell. I have some that I want to tell...that NEED to be told...in due time. (I hate those words..."In due time" ;) I mean, it's not hard or anything. I love what Ernest Hemingway said;

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."


I love that. It's true and I encourage it to everyone. Write your soul and leave it for your posterity if anything. :) People need what you have to say...they need you. I need you...truly I do. :)


As I said in my last post, I love finding new websites (maybe I didn't say that)...but I do! Especially ones like this that make me laugh and laugh. *Chelsea I want my flannel back* is all about being a Indian Giver...or wishing you had the guts to be one when a relationship goes bad. Or thats how I look at this site. Looking back on my relationships there really isn't anything that I would like back...but there ARE a couple tiny things. I think I'll jump on the bandwagon and add my two cents. Why not? :) This site is a good read and a good laugh.



I stumbled upon this website a couple months ago and was loving it! I spent a couple hours reading it and finding all sorts of random fun things. People are so creative. At the time, I thought I'd saved the link but couldn't find it. Thankfully my friend had it. It seems like they have changed the page a bit. It's not as kool looking and has advertisements all over which is a pet peeve of mine and should be a no no on blogs. But the blog itself is still rad and full of kool stuff. Enjoy!


Saturday, February 06, 2010


I have always said that many times, God speaks to me through music and yesterday He sent me a song. :) I can't explain why it was so perfect and how it matched every single thought in my mind, but it did. I think it's the prettiest song and I love having found this new artist, Priscilla Ahn. I can't wait to use some of her other songs for future projects. Here is my little video that I made for ME. I usually make videos for others but it was my turn. :) (Okay so it's the second one I made for me in the last two weeks ;) It's just a small video of being mostly small...and growing to be me now.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010


These just happen to be my favorite kind of clouds because I know how to draw them. :)

"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds."

~G. K. Chesterson

Monday, February 01, 2010


I've stood inside Liberty Jail before (which is spoken of in this video) and was unable to utter a single sound while there. The sacredness I felt can't be described, it was truly holy ground. I knew of a surety the great suffering that took place there and the mighty faith that was shown that they might endure to bring the world his truth. God bless you Joseph and all those who stood beside you. I will stand by him all my days and my Savior.