Kaith Kennedy

Fair or foul
Victory, somehow

Keep moving and you'll make your own path

March of 2010, playing live in CLT. Can't wait to do this again (but I'll probably skip the haircut)

Yes, my hands are always purple.

RA sucks. My hands got tired so fast while trying to record my video this week. I felt slow, stupid - every movement was painful. But I played, I created, from my brain to my lungs to my fingertips. I intend to keep that up as long as I can.

Soaked up as much sun as possible on my weekend. Wonder while you wander ☀️

Managed to take a hike without a single selfie. Don't worry, I'm still adventurous *and* adorable, just refocusing my energy ✌🏻

Took a few days off work (and social media) to recharge and refocus. Make time to take time to show yourself love and compassion. Connect with those you care deeply for, and remain open to new connection. I'm learning more and more about what to prioritize and what deserves my energy. First up - me. Love yourself, love one another, as honestly and fiercely as your heart can manage. ❤

Rise and shine

To the man who always has the best advice on all my projects, who boasts about how his daughter can do anything his sons can do, who always supports my adventures and my art while sharing his own, Happy Fathers Day ❤ I love you so much Patrick Kennedy

I was 9 years old when I realized I was different. I knew I liked boys, excitedly held hands with my first crush on the schoolbus, had pretend marriage ceremonies in the schoolyard during recess. But I also knew I liked girls. My not-too-strict Catholic upbringing taught me this was wrong. I was terrified that because I liked girls, I was gay, because being gay was wrong and I would surely go to hell. I tried to change, even considered becoming a nun to try to 'get the gay out', be better, be good, be someone god could love and let into heaven. When that didn't work I tried to focus on the boys - obviously I liked them I just needed to try hard enough and I could do better.

I got lucky. I went to an arts school, where things were different, like me. When I learned about bis*xuality, that how I felt at the time wasn't just me, doors of possibility flung wide and I cried for joy for myself, my life, my future. I was different, maybe, but other people were too, and I wasn't wrong. I was me.

I came out to my mom officially last year, and she wasn't surprised. No one in my family was. Out of fear, I never introduced a girlfriend or spoke about it when I was younger, but meeting people like me, knowing I could be accepted, allowed me to be myself even without saying the words out loud.

To be different is to be human. Love is love, s*x is s*x, and life rolls on and on.

Live in love. Set every atom of your being on fire, thank the parts of you that turn to ashes, relish the bright flames that light the way, and treasure the gift of coals that keep your heart warm.

*xual *xuality

Happy Day, Mama Earth. You make me whole, your gifts of life are never ending and immeasurable. ❤

dead center | center yourself

Looks like an angel and plays like a dream. I'm in love.

Gave Hot Sauce a little love today, getting a look at the front differential. More work to be done, but she's worth it.

Exploring today, and mama nature had some wisdom for me. About a mile in I stepped off the trail and followed a small deer path, where the sun broke through and warmed the hillside. Another mile or so up, back on the main trail, the trees opened to a beautiful view of the gorge as the sun started to sink behind the mountains. Nearly at the end of the hike, feeling satisfied and heart-full, I slipped in some mud and landed flat on my ass. Follow your gut, stay patient for what's to come, and keep your eyes up. When you slip (and you will slip) have a good laugh and keep going down your path ❤ @ White Salmon, Washington

If you ever think "I should probably get new tires" you should get new tires. She's fine, I'm fine.

Bought myself an early birthday project. Goal is road ready by Spring.

Home in time for golden hour with sand covered boots, campfire smoke in my hair, and a full heart. Make time to take time, and enjoy it while you can ❤

Hey friends! No music monday post this week for a couple of reasons. Read on below -

First, I started a new job. I have struggled with balancing my priorities in the past, and this week I let work beat out my creative pursuits. I wanted to be honest about that, because I think it's common to let life get in the way of living, but I am committed to finding balance and not letting another week go by without accomplishing my goals. The reason I started this journey publicly was to hold myself accountable, and I intend to follow through til the end ❤

Second, I have been struggling with how to speak on our world as it is. I know what I believe and what I think is right, but my opinion as a person of privilege means absolutely nothing. However when an artist I respect speaks out in a meaningful way, it means something to me personally. The country/western community has no space or time for racism. Period. If you disagree, take your backwards BS elsewhere. Bless for speaking in his own way. ❤

Black Lives Matter, Justice for Breonna Taylor. Give love, get love.

Later y'all ❤