the woman we each want to be…

the way another woman unfolds into her own space... is her way. - butterflies rising

the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.

there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.

our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.

– butterflies rising

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chosen by you…

i hope you know you matter now chosen by no one belonging to yourself

no matter what… i hope you know…
that you matter.
for yourself. by yourself.
and belonging to yourself.

and with the paths you do… or don’t
take in your life,
i hope that they are chosen by you.
and that you can hear and follow the voice
in your own soul, and no matter any noise…
be able to find your own way.

– butterflies rising

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when you let it all spill out of you….

it’s stunning when you let why you’re here spill out of you - butterflies rising

if you are someone like me,
who has struggled to find and use
your voice in this life, be gentle with
yourself as you find it. but also know…
what you think. and feel. and believe.
and have to say,
however you find your own way to say it…
it matters.

and it’s beautiful when you let your
heart spill out of you.

– butterflies rising

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how you move, how you love… you are such light. such brilliant light…

you are such light. such brilliant light.

the way you are…
how much you feel,
how you move, how you love…
you are such light. such brilliant light.
you are meant to be with someone
who is shifted by you,
whose soul is here to be shaken by you,
don’t waste one more tender breath
that you have in your chest on
someone who was only ever there
to break your heart.

– butterflies rising

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a beautiful unknown…

and to love, it is bravery

you close your heart
and you think it is a safety,
but it is a violence against yourself
in the quietest of ways,
yes, quiet, but still a violence,
a brutal, aching violence,
and to love, it is bravery,
and no small bravery,
but a fearless, grand reach into
an uncontrollable unknown,
yes, an uncertainty,
but maybe, what a beautiful unknown

– butterflies rising

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