be curiosity…

we get spark-starters and soul awakeners

when we let go of
the need to control it all
i think the universe listens…
instead of our old patterns we’ll get
spark-starters and soul awakeners,
and instead of the hard lessons we’ll be given
inspirers and spirit challengers

…and maybe it’s as simple as to just be curiosity.

– butterflies rising

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lightwork…

whatever that light is... it’s your work here

what you have…
it isn’t here yet.
what you hold, what you are,
it’s why you’re here.

maybe you create, or shift and change,
or just love in a way this world doesn’t know yet.
whatever that light is… it’s your work here.

those things you feel in you
but don’t yet see,
you’re meant to breathe them
into being.

– lightwork

– butterflies rising

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solidarity…

It was the way he just stood there and wore
a badge next to Mr. Carlos and Mr. Smith
as they raised their fists.
Support, but, a quiet and humble support.

He wasn’t “allowing” them to be equal, or “giving” them
some sort of power, he was simply saying…
You are already equal, and I support you as you
step into your own power.

And that felt right to me. Genuine. Pure. Like an
acknowledgment that oppression of others is really just an
illusion of “betterness” built up from some mix of arrogance,
ignorance, internal lack… unconsciousness. And it’s such
a condescending thing, the idea that we “let” other people be
worthy… as if it’s ours to decide.

And it wasn’t just in that moment, he stayed convicted to
what he believed was right and good for the rest of his life,
And he was rejected for it, for the rest of his life.
But he stayed convicted to what was right and good.

So if in my life I have that same kind of privilege
because of something as surface as my skin,
then I hope I carry that same kind of courage and
conviction and humility in the depths of my being.

– Peter Norman / Solidarity

– butterflies rising

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revival…

love will always outnumber, overshadow, and overcome

hatred feels thick,
and noisy,
like it imposes and takes up space.
but i have to believe it’s just the absence of things…
like an emptiness raging against itself.
that it’s no substance of power.
that it doesn’t get to make a permanent home here.
and that those who harbor it are surely not powerful,
and that they don’t control this space.
that love can always fill the air.
and if those who are hellbent on hate
won’t grow, or change,
that awakened voices will bring revival
to this place.

no matter how loud or heavy that
hatred can rage, i have to believe it hasn’t won…
and that love will always
outnumber, overshadow, and overcome.

– butterflies rising

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