self-love era… at first, this all felt like loss…

self-love era... at first, this all felt like loss, like life was taking me away from places i'd felt love

self-love era…
at first, this all felt like loss, like life was taking me away from places i’d felt love. but in this new place, i’m just being asked to learn to feel love… but not need permission from someone or something else to feel it.

– butterflies rising

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i’ve been patient in so much waiting, always barely touching dreams…

i've been patient in so much waiting, always barely touching dreams at the ends of wanting fingertips

i’ve been patient in so much waiting, always barely touching dreams at the ends of wanting fingertips… but now i feel a spark, and i’m ready for life to bring me what it’s been holding in the “someday”… and i will let this be the time when dreams stop feeling out of reach, as they fall into my grasp and start unfolding all around me.

– butterflies rising

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our in-between spaces can make us feel like giving up…

our in-between spaces can make us feel like giving up... when we are waiting on a dream, we ache. when we are fighting to heal, we hurt

our in-between spaces
can make us feel like giving up…
when we are waiting on a dream,
we ache.
when we are fighting to heal,
we hurt.
when we don’t have answers,
we feel lost.
but if we give up…
we still ache, and we still hurt,
and we still feel lost.
at least if we don’t give up…
we do all those things with hope.
and so i think you just have keep going…
until your intangible aches are in the flesh,
and the healing has settled in,
and the answers are being
touched by light…
i think you have to keep going.

– butterflies rising

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i have to believe that what we ache for inside of us about who we want to become…

i have to believe that what we ache for inside of us about who we want to become is an on-purpose thing

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

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i think our caterpillar phases are so uncomfortable on purpose…

i think our caterpillar phases are so uncomfortable on purpose... so that we know we're not meant to stay in them.

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

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you wanted me to dream… you’d say… you better stay hellbent in your heart…

you wanted me to dream. and you just wouldn't ever let me give in to the give-up

you wanted me to dream.
and you just wouldn’t ever let me
give in to the give-up.

you’d say…
“you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.”

and when i ache a little
from waiting on a dream, i remember
what you said, and i stay hellbent in my heart,
and i try to go where it wants me to go…
because i know that it will ache
even more if i don’t.

– butterflies rising

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where there’s wing-shaped air to stretch into all around me…

there is nothing i could lose that i would miss as much as i have missed the feel of my own soul when i wasn't listening to it

there is
nothing i could lose
that i would miss
as much as i have missed
the feel of my own soul
when i wasn’t listening to it,
and i’m listening now…
and it’s telling me
that i am meant to be
where my lungs can breathe easy
and where there’s wing-shaped air
to stretch into all around me

– butterflies rising

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