i have to believe that
what we ache for inside of us
about who we want to become…
is an on-purpose thing.
that it’s a memory of our soul texture
and it’s an imprint on our compass.
something already a part of us
or something we’re surely destined to find.
and how it all unfolds, and the pathways
we have to take to get there,
and how exactly it all will look when we do…
that’s all maybe not so certain.
but if there’s an ache for it, then it’s on purpose.
and if we feel it, then it’s possible.
and some way, somehow…
we’re destined to find it;
we’re meant to become it.

– butterflies rising

i think our caterpillar phases are so uncomfortable on purpose… so that we know we’re not meant to stay in them. there’s that relentless ache for something more so that we just can’t give up until we grow our wings.

– butterflies rising

it won’t feel this way forever.
this unbearable thing… it will feel and be
different someday. it will lose its hold
on your breath. i promise… even this.

– butterflies rising

learning to trust me…
then seeing what my heart has to
say about everything else.

– butterflies rising