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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i once loved
someone who kept saying…
“be smaller. now smaller, still.“
but as small as i made myself,
it was never, ever small enough.
because my light was never the problem…
their own darkness was.
so the next time i love,
i want to love someone who says…
“brighter. now brighter, still…
you could never, ever shine too much.”
– butterflies rising
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heartbreak seasons
become growing seasons.
the ache that you feel here is
going to get you to fight for yourself…
and stir you to want to find yourself.
from the ache is where you’ll
start to grow wings.
– 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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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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i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls
– butterflies rising
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being the daughter of a woman who didn’t choose herself made me determined to become a woman who will.
– butterflies rising
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just you and me…
and that
up against the wall,
in the back seat,
under the stars,
lost in the moment while the rest
of the world fades away,
kind of kissing
– butterflies rising
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