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K.T. Klee Poetry, San Antonio, TX (2026)

12/28/2019

Emily Dickinson was relatable. She never left her father's house, never shared her writings, and it wasn't until she died that her talent was uncovered-literally.

I love her poetry, her insight and how honest she was in her writing. She didn't do it for an audience, or say what she thought she ought to. She wrote to set her soul free.

She is a beautiful reminder to live our lives. To not hide away, but also to not confine ourselves to a structure built by someone else- or even our own selves. God calls us to live freely. And when you listen to the Gospel, when you tune your ear to the Holy Spirit, your heart recognizes the call to be uninhibited and weightless. And it's not always easy to get our minds on the same page, let alone the same book. But it is possible. If He calls us to freedom, then He has most definitely made a way for us to get there.

So be honest, unfiltered in your thoughts and words to Him. To yourself. To how you live your life. You have greatness within you, and I believe that you can let it out. You just have to try. (Over and over again).

Love From a Coffeeshop,
Katie

12/25/2019

Christmas Eve- No peeking!

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

I've always loved this because a good night was something I could definitely count on, especially on the night before Christmas, with a promise of a day of joy and laughter and FOOD.
But as a I grew older, good nights became more of a novelty. Stress, studying, and even my love of reading often kept my eyes from closing and my mind from switching firmly to 'serene mode'.
My favorite beings have reminded me that the best way to appreciate my life, and embrace true joy and peace, is to purposefully rest. Take a break from my favorite books. Step away from the to-do list of tomorrow. Deep breaths go a long way. And so do sugar-topped Christmas delights!
I hope you have a fun and joyous holiday, jam packed with love and sweets and the rest you need (even if you're tempted to skip over it).
Merry Christmas!
Katie

12/24/2019

I've always felt grounded in nature, in the openness and bravery of new life and old life colliding. And I love that Jesus wasn't born in an enclosed space of privacy and comfort. He came out screaming love and hope in the rawest form. Gifting a new life in the midst of shadowy old one. And I'm in complete awe that our King of Kings was not sheltered from His people, He was not shielded from the discomfort of the outdoors. He was immersed in love from every corner of the stable. And that's how I feel, under every tree, beneath the sky, bracing against the wind. Wholly immersed in His love. As this beautiful season draws to the most tremendous crescendo, know that you are known and loved from the tiniest infant to the man on the cross. From the winds to the stars, you are loved.

Merry Christmas!
Love,
Katie

12/17/2019

We all know the pain of living everyday,
But watch the world change colors when we give thanks. ~

Music is the best magic marker that colors my view of the world in the most spectacular ways. It gives me insight into the gritty heart ache and pain so many suffer through. It highlights the good parts of life and doesn't down play the rough parts, but also gives me the shove I need to not stay in those rough waters. Because it's tempting and oh so easy to stay in the lows and make temporary pain permanent, but with music- with these amazingly gifted voices and talented artists- giving in is not the only option. Actually, it's not an option at all because you deserve to see the sun rise. And it will, over and over again.
So I say thank you to the musicians. The guys in basement band practices. The one-girl-bands. The earth shakers and movement makers. The ones not hiding in the shadows. The ones sharing their light. You'll never know the exact amount of goodness you've done for this world, but I hope you know your gift isn't wasted, your voice is heard, your lyrics and guitar solos and drum beats are imprinted on so many hearts- so many reasons to keep going.
And if you wake up tomorrow with a different passion, a new purpose, put one foot in front of the other and follow it. Because the best reason to keep going, to live your journey, is you.

In love and awesomeness,
Katie

@ San Antonio, Texas

12/10/2019

The beauty of being unique is not about being alone. It's being different in how you look at things, how you live, how you uncover the truth of who you are. And at the core, we all have unique talents and perspectives and reactions to chocolate because chocolate is good but not to everyone and never on the same levels. And at the core we all have the same traits of love and hope and truth. We have braided in the strands of our souls the very life we try so hard to find.

And I tell you all this to get to the point of you are not alone. You are not alone in feeling lost. You are not alone in feeling broken. You are not alone in your loneliness, your sadness, your sense of feeling small.

No matter how hard our minds, our environments, our people may tell us to suffer alone, I'm telling you to choose a different path. You choose to fight for your life, because your life is worth living. Your life is more than bruises and scars. It's more than a mindset of "it's always been this way". It's more than the fear of falling back into an addiction. It's more because you are more.

You have made it to today. Keep choosing your today's over the last year's and even the tomorrow's because tomorrow is not the battle until you have conquered today. And if anyone can conquer today, it's you.
I believe in you.

11/26/2019

I met a man who did not judge. He did not boast. He did not live in fear of the opinions of others. I met a man who was unafraid to face the fights on his journey, but who did not mock me for fearing mine.

For so long I believed that I had to solve the world's problems- or, at least, the problems of those around me. I gave power to others over my life, my thoughts, my actions. I worried over what others would think if I did or didn't do this or said that, and I found myself lost beneath the overcrowded room of voices that did not matter. Voices that drowned out the one voice that did. And when I finally decided that I could live free, it happened gradually, chosen daily- hourly-, and though I lost a lot of the people I felt I needed at one time, I gained peace and an overwhelming sense of clarity and strength I had taught myself to believe I was born without. But I was born with it. With love and the ability to hope and dream and change and grow. And so were you.

So when I met this man, who so cleverly fought by my side without me even knowing, who saw me lose battles, grow tired of fighting, give up, give in, fail over and over again, could love without judgement, could help me without criticizing, then why can't I do the same for others, for myself? Why listen to the imperfect cruelty when I can listen to perfect love?

10/29/2019

I was told that God talks to us the most in interruptions. In the songs you hear and music, dances, art you bring to life. In the smiles exchanged between two strangers. In the dream you tried to dismiss. In the hope -the promise- that was planted in your heart. Because there is promise in you. In every storm you've weathered and every mountain you've hiked. There is the promise that you will get past the rough seas and sail into calmer waters. And though interruptions come and may try to throw you overboard, remain steady in the truth that God is forever holding you close. Strain to listen to the truth that is whispered to you from the most unlikely of places. Remain sure that there is something to be heard in the off kilter moments and unpredictable hurdles you encounter- the whispers that you are loved and are not alone. Stay. This life is worth living. You are worth the strength it takes to hold on and move on. And keep going, eyes open, ears ready for the most priceless interruptions.

10/25/2019

It's spookily easy for me to forget who my role model is. In this world we're taught to look up to our parents, athletes, movie stars, musicians, priests, nuns, royalty, saints. But as wonderful as they all are, they have the one component we all have that makes us so perfectly imperfect- they're human.

I forget that the best role model for my life is Jesus. He experienced everything we do, every struggle, every pain, every heartache, and every joy, so that we would have an example of what it means to follow God's truths. Because our Heavenly Father is so good, He would never give us instructions of how to be holy, how to be good, how to be faithful to Him without giving us the ultimate example in His most perfect Son. The son who became human to understand our imperfection and create a way we could strive to overcome it. We may be striving till the end of our days, but He showed us that our suffering is not permanent, our lows aren't forever, our imperfections are smoothed out by the hand of God.

How beautiful it is that we have such an example of all-consuming, ever faithful love. An example that surpasses even the great Audrey Hepburn and St. Elizabeth, Queen of Hungary. An example that shows us to love even when we fall, and to know that we are loved especially at the lowest points in our lives, at the hiccups and start overs. It is possible. He made it so. And so we have Him, our example of what we should do, how we should act, in every situation we are placed in. Let us never forget that we have Jesus, the one who loved us so much He created a way for us to live a beautiful life in love with God. He showed us. It's up to us to open our eyes and see it.

10/16/2019

The rain reminds me of promise. The promise of renewal. Of new times and fresh starts. Of moving beyond my past and accepting a wildly beautiful future. The promise of hope. The promise of life.
The rain reminds me of God's promise to love me through the desert seasons when it seems so hard to love myself, and to bring me out stronger, kinder, more open to His love than before.

Let the rain remind you that your story isn't over yet. There has been a promise made to you to see you through to the mountain tops. It's up to you to accept it and push through. And remember, you're never in it alone.

10/06/2019

I have been asked many times why I so strongly advocate for mental health, and it really comes down to this photo. The original is bright, filled with color, with new life. This one shows the same life, bursting through every leaf and raindrop and inch of soil. But it's in black and white. Where's the greens and the terracotta reds and the sweet lilac purples? Going through any mental diagnosis, anomaly, or even suicidal thought can be as numbing as a life without color.

But it's so often overlooked that just because the color seems to be gone, doesn't mean that the life is gone too. Because of the cacophony of sounds and pains, it's easy to shut everything and everyone out. But it's so much more freeing to share your pain with someone that wants to help. That wants to show you that you are still worth living and that you can see color again. See joy and laughter and dreams achieved.

And that's why I do what I do. Because if someone is going to tell you that you have worth beyond the scars and mental health issues and family problems, then why shouldn't it be me?

10/04/2019

I've lived so much of my life in awe of everything around me. And even knowing to my soul that my roots will not change, it's almost seamless the way the world can crack open any heart, any mind, any life and completely rework the beauty of the person. On the surface, anyway.

It can feel like the bruises and scars of life are permanently etched in your veins, but I promise you that you are as beautiful today as you were the day you were hand created to make a difference in this world. Your worth has not been altered. Your joy may be buried, but it's still there, waiting to be uncovered. Your dreams, your journey, your path, it's always been yours to discover. No one, nothing can rob you of who you are and what you are meant to be unless you let them. Don't let them.

You're strong enough to stay standing, your roots unchangingly firm. You can make it, you're not in this alone. So stay standing, take off running, dance to the finish line. But don't give up on you, you've never been forgotten and your story is not finished yet.

10/01/2019

(Pictured above is my dog's version of a welcome to )

I'm surrounded by Christmas music and fall DIY decorations and candy corn and hot chocolate in 90°weather. In new possibilities and hopeful beginnings. In silence and solitude and the ever-present knowledge that no matter what my surroundings are, my anchor will remain the same. My hope. My joy. My God.

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