the same kind of fierce and reckless passion…

we can fall into others with so much intensity and gravity, but then, when it comes to ourselves, we can struggle just to find a simple acceptance. but what if self-love is so much more than just a tolerance of yourself. and what if the things that feel like they are just leaving you on your own are not, but they are asking you to learn to choose yourself… and to do it with the same kind of fierce and reckless passion that you have chosen others. and what if that’s what this part of your journey is for.

– butterflies rising

i have to believe that pain
doesn’t just wear our hearts out;
that it stretches them with purpose,
that it’s meant to give us a pulse…
in breakdown, we are broken open,
and in hurt, we find more humanity,
passion is stirred from our aches,
and empathy is a muscle that grows
the more we feel… and so we
come out brighter from our darkness.

maybe if we let it… our pain can have
beautiful purpose.

– butterflies rising

don’t you ever wonder… why you are
so quick with questioning the good and
so sure in believing the bad?

we so easily let our fears be
these uncontrollable, raging monsters,
and yet we see our dreams as such
tiny little seeds…

why are we not letting the beautiful things
be the ones that grow wild?

– butterflies rising

we so easily
let our fears be these
uncontrollable, raging monsters,
and yet we see our dreams as such
tiny little seeds… why are we not
letting the beautiful things be
the ones that grow wild?

– butterflies rising

i think i’ve always fought stillness
with chaos… maybe because it feels easier…
you can’t be shaken from your footing if
you’ve never even had it, right?

but now i’m being asked to
stay still in the uncertainty, to try to learn
to breathe easy in all this delicate nuance…
to start to question the way i’ve made such a habit
out of fearful, so breath-held and chest-tight,
always just hoping for gentle in the unknown…

because what if life doesn’t have to just “not hurt”…
what if there could be something so beautiful
waiting for me in the unknown

– butterflies rising

what if today
i breathe easy here in my skin,
and exhale, unafraid, trusting that there is a
destiny-kissed grace saving me from any cruel wind that
may blow back. i could stand a little stronger in my space…
knowing that it’s universe-given and me-shaped.

maybe i’ll even glow a little here,
be a little wider-winged and brighter-lighted.
let myself consider that everything i am
and all that i want to be is ok.

and maybe not just ok… but what if i am perfectly on purpose.
and what if i can trust that every next step is the one i’m meant
to take and that even when i feel wayward, i’m still always
on my destiny-blessed way.

– butterflies rising

i said,
“i want to learn to trust you,
but i don’t know how.”

and you said,
“then don’t. learn to trust you.
then see what your heart has to say about me,
and follow that.”

– butterflies rising

and i closed my eyes
in the middle of all the wild noise
and just stayed still… and i felt myself
being pulled that way.
and so i asked, “why that way?”
and i heard, “because there are dreams over there.”

and that feels like as good a reason as any
to ever do anything…
and so i’m going to go that way.

– butterflies rising

i used to be so hard on myself for how long it can take me to let go and heal from things

With any kind of heartbreaking or excruciatingly
hard thing we go through, there’s this turning point that can
come, the one when you start to feel yourself shifting from
hurting to healing… and healing from something you thought
you might never recover from. That feeling is maybe one of
the most powerful things we can ever feel. It’s that feeling of
knowing that not only are we going to make it through what
we thought we couldn’t, we’re going to come out of it all a
more beautiful version of ourselves. And we just have to
keep reaching for that turning point. And we don’t have to let
the things that break us break us for good or completely strip
away our passion and light and fire and hope. We can let them
take us deeper into ourselves and connect us even more to all
those things that set our hearts wild and free.

– butterflies rising

my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.

– butterflies rising

my kind of king energy?
a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.

my kind of king energy?
a passionate king. an intense king.
anything but nonchalant… and the way he
catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him.

my kind of king energy?
a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally
intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good
that his soul can pull me in just as
easily as his smile can.

– butterflies rising

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the same kind of fierce and reckless passion…

i have to believe that pain doesn’t just wear our hearts out…

we so easily let our fears be these uncontrollable, raging monsters…

why are we not letting the beautiful things be the ones that grow wild…

beautiful in the unknown…

wider-winged and brighter-lighted…

i said, i want to learn to trust you, but i don’t know how…

and i closed my eyes in the middle of all the wild noise… because there are dreams over there…

With any kind of heartbreaking or excruciatingly hard thing we go through…

a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart…

my kind of king energy…