it’s maybe one of my favorite feelings ever… my friends and i call it “suspension.” it’s when a connection creates an energy between you and another person or a group of people… and that conversation or that night or that experience or that moment you’re in with them just becomes all there is, and you just lose time together. the way that energy can just feel infinite… i’m pretty sure it’s some kind of magic.
– butterflies rising
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i don’t think we’re taught enough how
much energy matters in connection and to listen
to our intuition… we’re told what we feel isn’t “real.”
but the physical or just actions or words;
not one of those things alone can tell us everything.
and so i listen to the way things feel… i listen
when something doesn’t feel right. but then…
i also love in energy because i don’t think
anything could be more real.
– butterflies rising
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mamas are lovers
and dreamers and free spirits, too.
and that doesn’t mean you don’t find
yourself in who you are to the ones you love…
but you also matter as you are,
in who you are, for you.
and you can be a lover and a dreamer
and a free spirit, too.
– butterflies rising
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be gentle with your heart as you let go of them… you’re not just letting go of them; you’re letting go of this whole version of you that was in love with them… but this next version of you is going to fall more in love with you than you ever have been.
– butterflies rising
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be gentle with your heart as you let go of them in the way that you loved them… you loved them like wildfire, so this isn’t just burning a bridge; it’s taking all that passion you held for them and learning to let it catch fire for something new. they aren’t the source of your fire… you are. so let yourself become wildly passionate for something that you hold inside of you.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been
given this passionate ache inside for it
if you weren’t meant to know it and tangibly hold it…
dreams are dreams on purpose. aches are in us
on purpose. your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this soft and tender heart if you weren’t
meant to make it softer here for other tender hearts…
the way you feel so much helps someone else
who feels so much… feel less alone.
– butterflies rising
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why else would you have been given
this soft and tender heart if you weren’t
meant to make it softer here for other tender hearts…
the way you feel so much helps someone else
who feels so much… feel less alone.
why else would you have been given
this poetry heart that loves true and deep
and beautifully wild if you weren’t meant to
be loved true and deep and beautifully wild,
and to be kissed like wildfire by someone
who sees you as art.
why else would you have been given
this wildflower energy if you weren’t meant to
run free in the sunlight and get drunk on the moonlight
and be kissed by the starlight… there’s a world
outside and you need it in your veins.
why else would you have been given
this passionate ache inside for it if you weren’t
meant to know it and tangibly hold it…. dreams are
dreams on purpose. aches are in us on purpose.
your heart reaches for it on purpose…
and because your soul remembers it.
i just don’t think the universe is making mistakes
with our hearts and souls…
so why else love if not to feel stars
exploding in our veins… because why else are
we here if not to live with unreasonable
passion for things.
– butterflies rising
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what we run from or
push away, the “you can’t hurt me
if i hurt you first”…
not letting it come to us
because it’s just too good to be true…
or when it does, we can’t let it be here
because it’s just too beautiful to stay…
or trying to grip it and control it
when all we really need to do to hold it
is let it dance in our fingertips
instead of suffocating it away.
i think that thing we do as a defense when we’re
scared of losing something is often why we
end up losing things. and maybe letting
the beautiful things belong here…
is just in seeing that our fear is
what doesn’t belong here.
– butterflies rising
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