voice between my ribs

I had an idea one afternoon on a long drive.

the idea came from listening to music and thinking about how deep it reached into my heart to heal the places where it had fallen. music reaches because lyrics reach because words reach; deep. words can be confessions--

boasting of weakness.
honesty.
truth.

When we boast in our weaknesses we create space for his strength to fill, and tell the person next to us that they're not the only one feeling their way through the dark. The isolation is annihilated. we are no longer alone.

my prayer and hope was to be a darkness/isolation annihilator, so i zipped up my hazmat. i was convicted by the voice between my ribs. i felt like there was a need for a community where we can celebrate our strength in him-- a place to declare that we are louder than the voices inside of our heads.

i needed that community.

that idea grew (a lot) and i collaborated (a lot) with my sister (the co-founder) and some amazing artists and word-benders to create a project called BURNING YOUTH. we just launched, and i would be honored if you guys checked it out. like, beyond honored.

how are you this week? what kind of cereal have you been eating lately??

x O

kATE

photos; whiteface mountain, ny