Journey Companions…
please let the ones on my journey want me to breathe and grow and bloom and bloom and bloom… and please let me want to give them all of the same breathing room and growing space, too.
– butterflies rising
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Journey Companions…
please let the ones on my journey be here to run wild with me… never try to keep each other small or hold each other back.
– butterflies rising
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Journey Companions…
please let the ones on my journey be here to be beautiful and good to my heart and soul… but if they are not, help me to learn the lessons they are here to teach me… and please help my heart to let them go.
– butterflies rising
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the way a sure but quiet & genuine confidence is so wildly attractive… when someone owns their energy, and you can feel how their vibe is just effortlessly radiating the texture of their soul… that kind of authenticity has some kind of pull.
– butterflies rising
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am i safe here, am i seen here, can i breathe here,
do i bloom here, can i grow here, can i glow here,
do i feel free here, does my pulse stir and my heart
beat here, can i trust this, is there truth here,
is it beautiful here… do i feel beautiful here,
and not just do i feel loved here…
but do i get to love me here.
out of all the questions i have with someone…
i think the ones that ask, “what does it feel like here?”
are my most important ones.
– butterflies rising
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“but can i love myself here?”
out of all of the questions i ask when i am close to someone…
this will always be my most important one.
– butterflies rising
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you change the texture of my universe; how the light bends to be here, just falling all around you… you are like golden hour; it all glows different when you’re here.
– butterflies rising
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soulmate stardust…
the universe puts
little bits of stardust in them;
memory dust… soul traces…
so we can know.
ones that say things like…
i remember you.
i’ve been looking for you.
i couldn’t come here and
not find you… i had to find you.
i am for you.
and when we’re near them,
they don’t have to say a thing;
we feel it in our senses…
we just know.
– butterflies rising
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that’s the thing about freedom and trust… they aren’t strangers to each other at all. i don’t think you ever feel more like letting your heart run wild than you do with someone to whom the state of your heart matters. and i don’t think you ever feel yourself more pulled as strongly as you do to someone who makes you feel free.
– butterflies rising
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i once loved someone
who tried to control me, and so
it became somewhere i couldn’t breathe.
but i also once loved someone i couldn’t trust…
and that was a kind of prison, too.
because freedom and trust aren’t
strangers to each other…
like there’s a way you feel yourself
pulled so strongly to someone who makes
you feel free… and i also think you don’t ever feel
more like letting your heart run wild than you
do with someone to whom the state
of your heart matters.
– butterflies rising
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where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. or feel understood, like outstretched hands and lifelines, like home. in our self-searching, where we feel soul memory. or in the inspiration touches and in what feels like free and brings us wide-lung breathing. and in our fire-catching and lightning-chasing, they meet us there with sparks. where we light-find and heart-reach or lose breath and dream wild… i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls.
– butterflies rising
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