Kael Klassen (2026)

06/02/2021

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the holiest place on earth
is where an ancient hatred
has become a present love.
-a course in miracles

just over here always,
in all the ways,
trying to be my own holiest place.

01/02/2021

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
with the exception of the sole grandfather in the batch exploding, my bisque firing was a success!

two huge investments i made in myself last fall were rabbit and this kiln.

rabbit to show me i can risk falling in love again even though losing my last horse was/is the most devastating thing my heart has had to do. having him so far is a continuous balance of being in love and being heartbroken; loving what is and grieving what’s gone.

the kiln to remind me that my creative efforts not only are worthwhile but, for me, they are essential. which really is a reminder that weaves and unfurls into not only am i worthwhile, i am essential.

xoxo
k

18/01/2021

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some tender sweet week ahead guidance for us.
first, bee.
for the sweetness found through the work of devotion and dedication.
for the thriving, the aliveness and the security found in working with and for the greater good.
for tending to the good of the hive.

and one rune: wunjo. for harmonizing the individual and the whole. for aligning the will of the individual with the will of the collective and, ultimately, with the will of the divine. for the warriorship of love.

at this time, resist the desire to isolate yourself within the small and safe bubble of your own belief systems, sphere or echo chamber.
do your work, within and without.
no victimhood, no apathy, just a diligent devotion to the work of your own homecoming and to empathy.
xo
kael

04/01/2021

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may you find moments where you are so enthralled with the living world that you forget the capitalistic hustle of seeking. and may you find in these moments a depth of clarity that both astonishes and bolsters you. and may these moments be abundant.
may you offer yourself only to that which nourishes you in return.
may you love, know and tend a wild space.
may you be loved, known and tended by a wild space.
may you see the invitations.
may you sense the invitations.
may you feel the invitations.
may you hear the invitations.
may you know the invitations.
may you know the balance of receiving and releasing.
may you relinquish the exhaustive effort required to uphold and maintain a standard that was created by a broken and corrupt system.
may you rest until you remember who you are and what is true to you.
may you rest until you are ready to re-emerge into the world, voracious for true nourishment.
may you be your own truth.
may you let others be their own truth too.
may you know love.
may you be love.
and so it is.

-resolutions for the reclamation

30/12/2020

what if, even just for today, you chose to move through the world as though every single interaction, every thought, every breath and every moment were an invitation?
all day long you would be blessed with invitations.
invitations to know clarity.
to know depth.
to be with honesty.
to move with integrity.
to tend to healing.
to receive and to release.
to know that what stays is still teaching you.
to learn and grow.
to offer empathy.
to be kind, compassionate and gentle.
to extend into your untangling and unfurling.
to be witness.
to engage with listening.
to hold space.
to truly begin to understand.
to know magic.
to be present.
to just feel.
to be your own.
to move with wonder.
to be reclaimed.
to let yourself soften.
to see, know and be what is beautiful.

to see stretching out ahead of you a vast and glittering web of invitations and all the potential they hold.

25/12/2020

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how fortunate i am that this is my first christmas away from my mom.
and//also
how sad i am that this is my first christmas away from my mom.

many, many blessings my dears.
i hope that, wherever you are and however this year messed your s**t up, you are feeling safe and feeling love tonight.

xoxo
k

23/12/2020

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tonight with the is father’s night. i’ve been both anticipating and dreading it.
i have a complicated relationship/lack-of-a-relationship with my biological father. he is more or less estranged from me. he was the first man to ever break my heart. he was the first man to ever leave me. he was the first man to ever make me feel like i didn’t matter. things are different now, of course; i’m no longer a child and have a greater depth of understanding about addiction and all the rest of the messy human experience. i have more capacity for compassion. but//and//also he is still the one who was supposed to be my dad. he is still the one who broke my heart.
my “stepdad” is a blessing. not the dad i was born to, but the one i was meant to have.
my grandpa klassen was my everything. my hero and my solid ground. he was calm and kind and always smelled like the best combination of sweat and wood smoke. he made everyone feel absolutely special.
and my grandpa baergen, my biological dad’s dad, i just don’t have a lot of memories of him. the baergen side of my lineage is harder for me; more devout, more pious, more judgemental. despite this, the memories i do have of my grandpa baergen are still happy ones. despite the fact that he was more reserved, he showed up as he could.
all day today my grandpa baergen has been the one coming to me in thoughts and memories.
i’m surprised by this.
i thought, hoped really, that this father’s night would be a potent time of connecting with my grandpa klassen.
but it’s grandpa baergen.
a mennonite who fled persecution in russia. a pastor. a farmer. a writer. a man who battled depression and sunk himself fully into his version of spirituality as a means of trying to heal. a man who, as a pastor, gathered others in community and fellowship; who gathered others so that they all might find their way home.
on this father’s night i am realizing, that even though i have shunned my baergen lineage so hard, my grandpa and i aren’t actually so different; that we are both seekers of community, understanding, spirit, faith, healing and homecoming.

22/12/2020

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solstice blessings to you dear ones.

may we love, honour and receive the dark just as much the light.
may we know ourselves simply and wholly as creatures belonging to the earth.
may we know, love and tend to a wild space.
may we remember our true roots.
and may we remember ourselves whole.
may we be nourished and sated.
but may we also be hungry for wisdom, experience and depth.
may we know compassion and empathy,
and offer it too.
and in all of this, may we know and offer love, honest love. love that is both fierce and tender, both a soft and safe place to land and a kick in the pants to always do our best.

xoxo
k

20/12/2020

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plumi moos recipe:
- about three cups prunes
- about two cups dried apricots {traditionally not this many, but they’re my favourite part so i add more}
- about two cups dried apple slices
- about one cup dried peaches or pears
- about one cup raisins {i use dried cherries because i loathe raisins}
- two cinnamon sticks
- one dried orange peel
- about two teaspoons lemon zest
- sugar
- heavy cream

method:
1. put all of your dried fruit into a large pot {i am using my most cauldron-esque pot} and then use scissors to cut any large pieces into more manageable bite size pieces.
2. add cinnamon sticks, dried orange peel and lemon zest. i also added some slices of reishi, because i cannot resist the urge to add some form of mushroom/fungi to a pot that will simmer for hours.
3. fill up your pot with water until the fruit is cover by about two inches.
4. bring to a low boil and then let simmer for three to four hours.
5. add sugar to achieve a sweetness that you like.
6. let cool
7. serve cold with a generous bloop of heavy cream.

a mennonite tradition for christmas eve and all the mornings thereafter.

17/12/2020

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why do you collect all these treasures?
she asks.
for beauty, i suppose.
for magic.
for wonder.
for remembrance and reclamation.
to attune.
but i think, most of all, for hope.

14/12/2020

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i left you.
not just you though.
and this you must understand, i left everything.
i left everyone and i left everything.
i could not stay.
it was killing me.
and i know i should have said goodbye.
you deserved that.
i should have stayed in touch.
you deserved that too.
but i couldn’t think.
i couldn’t even breathe.
the depression had filled my lungs and swaddled my mind and it wouldn’t stop perching on, leering at, my heart.
and in that suffocating dark the only thing i could truly see were the bright blue eyes of my little fox and the wise hazel eyes of my wolf pup. their eyes; those blue eyes so bright with hope and those hazel eyes too wise and too old for their years.
i could only see them and that they needed a mom.
i could only see them and that i, my depression, was accumulating wreckage too great for their little bodies to navigate.
i left for them.
for me.
to save the three of us.

and maybe it’s too late, but i am sorry.

i had to go.

14/12/2020

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week ahead/new moon/eclipse guides!
first, the moon herself.
a visionary dreamer and a potent weaver, she holds space for us to anchor into a strength that can only be unearthed through surrender.
she holds us up, tenderly, firmly, to the pieces of our shadow self; her sweet light illuminating the pieces of ourselves that we reject, fear, or bury, so that we can receive, gently, the teachings those pieces hold.
the moon asks us to dream this week.
dream deep, high, wide and full.
dream anew.
release anything that is sticky or stagnant, or of anything that no longer serves you or never was yours to begin with.
let the moon shine light into your shadows so that you can evolve rather than harbour.
feel yourself surrounded in ancient, ancestral grandmother energy.
feel yourself held, nourished and bolstered by the arms of the women who have walked before you.
feel yourself in the company, the wise energy, of a true elder; firm and unwavering, gentle and forgiving.
and then elk with her layered and nuanced guidance.
first, awaken to your cellular memories. don't overthink this, it's not a thinking endeavour. if anything, it is the most intent and pure act of listening that you can offer yourself. listen closely, witness where it takes you.
second, there are people who love you; deeply, without question, endlessly. let them. let them tip your face up to the light. let them hold your heart and tenderly kiss the parts that ache. let them see your vulnerability. let them surround you.
third, you are an animal. we forget as humans, what with all of our thinking and doing and functioning in a broken society, that we are animals. this week, find at least one way home to the intelligent, wild creature that you are. this week, find at least one way to honour and love the great living animal of the earth.
and one rune: perthro. for fate. for what isn’t yet, but could be. for cause and effect.
xo
kael

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