There’s beauty in rest.
In waiting, in risk.
In stopping, in dreaming to get a glimpse.
Of the real story, the real calling.
The real motives of our outpouring.
Mountains are moved when we stop long enough.
Floodgates burst open when we let our walls drop.
Whatever the name of the wall is that falls when we rest.
Hustling builds a hole laden fence.
While rest, rest build empires…that last
Written By, Kayty Marie 9/24/2019
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Hey friend!
it's me, kayty!
I was living in Thailand, longed for community, starting opening my door and filling my table. Now I’m living ‘charcuterie’ as a way of life and teaching what I learned about living intentionally everyday.
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