Category: butterflies rising book

and then, like a butterfly, her wings unfolded…

so she exhaled every version of herself that she had taken on for someone else, and then... like a butterfly, her wings unfolded

the heavy just
became unbearable the
more she realized she was carrying
so much that was never even hers to hold.
so she exhaled every version of herself
that she had taken on for someone else,
and then… like a butterfly,
her wings unfolded.

– butterflies rising

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to be steady in the soul and free in the spirit poem….

i want to remember the depth and the feel of the stars that i come from, and always hold an unshakable knowing of the voice in my soul so close

i want to remember the depth and the feel of the stars that i come from, and always hold an unshakable knowing of the voice in my soul so close… but be wild-winged, chasing my wild curiosity, running wild-spirited on starlit nights under wide-open skies, growing and discovering and feeling it all… i want to know what it’s like to be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.

– butterflies rising

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you’re not getting this all wrong; being human is really hard…

you're not getting this all wrong; being human is really hard, and things hurt so much because you're made of stuff that's so much better than this place

you’re not getting this all wrong;
being human is really hard, and things hurt
so much because you’re made of stuff that’s so
much better than this place. so it’s ok to barely
even know how to be human sometimes…
just take it from one breath to the next.

you’re just a soft spirit
in a hard world.

– butterflies rising

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