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Yes, yes.
The real living – the mundane and awakenings – happen in the messes. And the mess is every single day, no? The rushing out the door so we’re not late, the beautiful, but tender exchanges during hard conversations, the parenting moments when we could have done better, our less than perfect offerings as friends, teachers, healers, and more.
Life is messy.
And the mess is holy, beautiful, and ripe with meaning.
Here’s to embracing the wholeness of it all.
XO,
Kelly Rae

ps: I had so much fun painting this latest piece. You can get a signed version of it right here.

PS: Huge thanks for the response to my 50% off sale this week of my ebook. I’m so grateful. Even more importantly, I’m just so glad so many of you are taking steps toward your dreams. Makes my heart happy. The sale continues for another 48 hours. All the details are right here. xxo!

PPS: Here’s a quick time-lapse showing the above piece being painted for my Kelly Rae Unscripted series. For those of you who want to receive weekly painting videos from me, be sure to sign up over here!

Hi, I'm Kelly Rae Roberts!

Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint and everything changed.

Now I’m a full-time artist, author and Possibilitarian, who helps women explore and nourish their creative souls.

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