You don’t like who they’re dating? Look hard at your own relationship. Is your relationship built on love, respect, and truth? If so, then they’ll demand that in their own. If your relationship is not based on those things, then are they just following your lead?
"I want to lay your soul as the foundation of my home. I want to walk barefoot along the cracks of your heart and explore every piece of your compassion and love. I want to lie on the hardwood floor and absorb your abundant wisdom and kindness living within it."
Although it wasn’t so long ago, and the questions and comments about my well being continue to require my attention, I am no longer in the throes of being a breast cancer patient. It is finally true after all.
I am, on this very day, right now, unbelievably, thankfully, gratefully, at this moment in time, a cancer survivor.
I miss the delight in your smile and the praise you poured over me. Your words encouraging me to dare to become anything I wanted. I have a crack in my esteem that I patch from time to time with your positivity from my memory.
Empty yourself to the emptiness of this physical world. Purge until there is nothing left. Nothing other than the clean slate of surrender, a surrender of a different calling, a surrender to the quiet place that lies waiting inside you for your inevitable return.
Finding possibility in the impossible, accepting the challenge when someone tells me I can’t do something, and going to bed at night knowing that my dreams with eyes wide open will always beat the dreams I see in my sleep.
It doesn't matter how long you have known someone; if it isn’t healthy, you are both a hostage and captor as is your counterpart. Your sick game continues with each of you playing either role until someone is strong enough to squeeze her sweat-stung eyes shut and pull the trigger before the last tear falls.
Love that radiates all frequencies. When you let love flow through you, you become more open to love. Love is infinite and can grow exponentially inside of you creating sensational vibrations. And then, just then, you will begin to feel love on a whole other level.
When you can’t ask the question because you already know the answer, so maybe you should go back to sleep in hopes that your dreams will take you somewhere closer to them or further from here -- or anywhere else.
While talking to a woman about a project, we had a tangential conversation about the diagnosis of children with ADD or ADHD, and pushing pills on them like a cure-all, when in fact, many of these children have a mind of over-stimulation from creative impulses.
Solitary, but not lonely. I need naps, and time to watch the sky change color. I need time to fall into a book and have adventures. I need time to think and write and drink coffee and schlep around the house in my pajamas. Other people are wonderful in small doses. But without downtime by myself, I grow depleted very quickly. Yes. I am an introvert. An INFJ, to be exact.
The vacancy of the void is the very thing that makes us human. It propels us to find love. To remain searching. It slows the heart rate for rest and recovery. It reminds us we are alive. We feel. We feel the void.
The longing that still curls in stubbornly hopeful tendrils from your open wounds? These will be your roots, seeking through hard earth to find you exactly what you need to thrive. The grief that took you the ground? It will help form the bedrock of your eventual rise.
...His words stagger under the weight of their burdens
One after another, they rush out of his chest
A flurry of song sparrows and desert wrens—
They nest in my hair, light on my shoulders
Their mouths filled with twigs, red thread and seed beads
I was like a skydiver full of adrenaline and intense curiosity, wondering what's it like to jump out of a perfectly decent airplane just because you realize that you are not, and never will be, the pilot of this trip.
Healthy relationships and interactions are created through a combination of observation, communication, and the willingness to be vulnerable. Often, we do not feel confident and secure because of our fears and old wounds.
There are two camps of thought on MAN-i-festing: 1. when you stop looking you will find it and 2. You have to approach it like a job and put lots of focus and energy into it. I think I've tried one, two and three. Three being I just live my life and if I meet him then great and if not then I rock my single-person status.
I am wrenched open from the inside. Pulling, tensing, staying, struggling, pushing, contorted and tearful until ultimately I am cracked open. Light begins to appear. Layers are peeled. I become the wave. I am taken.
I haven’t cried though because it’s more fun to curse you and all of your celebrations -- especially your presumption that all beings who wish to buy food on a given day also wish to be reminded of you.