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You Are Not Broken
(Signed prints available here. ) I’ve broken open many times. But I am not broken. I’m just alive. The same is true for you, too. I believe our hearts have to break open. The cracks, with all their letting in the lightness/darkness/awareness/lessons,...![confession: it’s hard work!](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/30094054/6819524002_ee9bbea574.jpg)
confession: it’s hard work!
(Studio view: wish birdie on a stick – one of my new items in my home decor line with Creative Co-op) Confession. Writing is hard. Making art is hard. Content building for e-courses and books is hard. Licensing is hard. Some days are easier than...![what if we let it all the way in?](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/30093938/5978322451_f886f176cb.jpg)
what if we let it all the way in?
(new print, available here) What if we didn’t push it away? What if we believed we were worthy of its grace? What if we let it through the impossible brokenness, and into the wide open space of receiving? What if we trusted its vulnerability as pure strength?...![mama k, best nickname ever](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/30093819/5195292355_a535892ec3_o.jpg)
mama k, best nickname ever
my new nickname these days is Mama K and it’s the best nickname ever. We all have layers of tenderness, dreams waiting to be born, and we all have courage waiting inside the pockets of our brokenness. When we acknowledge and embrace all of these...![wide open](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/30093737/2641428604_2416d46940.jpg)
wide open
(sidewalk crack beauty) I have been thinking a lot lately about how much I love doing all the meaningless things that make up my day. I love all the randomness of running errands, of bumping into previous co-workers, of watching people buy building materials at...![let me try this again](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/30093608/3881949970_2e4ea50f50.jpg)
let me try this again
(i took this photo during my recent travels. the little birdies look like a bunch of dreams taking flight. i just love the imagery…and wanted to share.) so, the mondo beyono-ers (teachers + students) have so inspired me to DREAM BIGGER, to be more specific, and...![where i’m at. it’s all good.](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/30093548/3801935865_4530b3237b_b.jpg)
where i’m at. it’s all good.
(large painting. it reads she was grateful for the brightness of being alive) in the spaces of the friction, i feel deeply loved. and protected. i’m just a girl navigating the next step, intimacy vs armor, creative longings, and some pretty intense pressure....![thoughts on true love](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/30093537/3666082798_28b044d6bb.jpg)
thoughts on true love
true love. it’s why we wake up in the morning with a smile. it’s what inspires us to live with passion. it’s the stabilizer within our everyday chaos. it’s everything. it’s the powerful, almost indescribable bond shared between two souls....![a little bit o’ random](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/30093536/3417499104_7628db6226_o.jpg)
a little bit o’ random
just like that they arrive. the grumps. they’re sneaky like that. the truth is is that the last couple of days have made this week feel very very long. i’m a tad on the grumpy side, and a whole lot of restless. i start painting, i stop painting. i...![sometimes…](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/30093531/3416628609_971610f710.jpg)
sometimes…
heart of leaves. found in seattle recently sometimes a good cry is 100% necessary. for release. for room. for more heart spaces. for something to be born. or maybe for disappointment, or confusion or restlessness or overwhelm. i notice that whenever i’m...![on aging](https://cdn2.kellyraeroberts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/30093518/3345299193_6b76c71cef.jpg)