Sez Kristiansen Quotes

​Healing is an individual quest, a solo journey, and a lonely emergence. It requires that you simply know that it’s ok to feel good again. This low, this wound, this hurt, this hollowing, and this weight – it is not yours. It is simply a reminder that you need rest, to learn, to gather strength so that you may continue after a period of convalescence. The pain was never meant to stay, to bunk-up with you forever, to keep poking at you whenever you dare smile.

Movement is a healing narrative. Creativity is a healing narrative. Dream is a healing narrative. Nature is a healing narrative. Silence is a healing narrative. Love is a healing narrative.

Today we consciously decide to fall apart and to face the fray, knowing we must first come undone to see the infinite amount of ways we can be remade.

We forget that there is wisdom in our shadows; that which is hidden in the umbra of our wounds. It is in these places that we least expect to find a knowing because we spend little time simply being with our unwantedness.

It’s our darkness that breaks us open. It’s our heartache that refines us into a raw material and makes beautiful shapes of us. It’s our struggle that creates scars and indents upon our bodies, so we may have places for joy to pool. It’s our longing that throws us into the kiln and enkindles us. It’s our uncomfortable experiences that strip us down and bare our bones to the open fires of change.

Many Native American traditions use the word "medicine" to refer to anything that has spiritual power and that keeps us walking in beauty. Each poem, short story and prose in this book is a remedy to the things that cause us to forget what walking in beauty feels like and empowers us to re-story our limiting and repetitive narrative into multi-dimensional abstracts of art from which we can heal ourselves and our collective through. These stories have been wildcrafted from the wilderness: the one within and without - the one above and below – the one we live in now and the one our ancestors call us back to through the eaves. They seam the two worlds together to make medicine for deep and restorative healing.

you are not your pain and this pain is not yours.

FIND THE WOUND. Find the word that describes the wound. Know the wound. Honor the emotion that encompasses the wound. Cleanse the wound. Awaken the light that acknowledges the wound. Heal the wound. Allow the action that absolves the wound. ​- A mantra

Begin to see that everything has an unconventional potential. Begin​​to see that EVERYTHING unconventional is in fact the real YOU, and that by reaching beyond what is considered N O R M A L, you start to see yourself as you really ​​ARE & suddenly you begin to feel        more and MORE ( - inexplicably - )

L iving in alignment with your true nature, with an intention to persistently heal throughout your life, is no a means for a cure. We are all, in life-terms, incurable. Death is the only cure, and it always comes too early for us to be able to gain valuable hindsight.

BE UNCONVENTIONAL IN EVERYTHING you do. Unconventional in how you see yourself. Unconventional in what you wear. Unconventional in how you work. Unconventional in how you live, speak & act. Begin to see that everything has an unconventional potential. Begin​​to see that EVERYTHING unconventional is in fact the real YOU, and that by reaching beyond what is considered N O R M A L, you start to see yourself as you really ​​ARE & suddenly you begin to feel        more and MORE ( - inexplicably - ) F R E E. And that perhaps you will unexpectedly walk your own unconventional path right out of your conventional life - and into one that leads you to all kinds of exciting ideas and experiences. And perhaps one day, one of those ideas will just happen to change the world. After all, no ordinary idea has ever made an extraordinary change. It takes the weird, the outcast, the fringe-dwellers, the medial, the radical, the misfit and the intuitive to create a world worth living in.

You do not need to know how to heal yourself – just have the sincere desire to do so.

The fabric of me is mother. The weft and warp, woman. Loosely woven, I am free.