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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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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learning to trust me…
then seeing what my heart has to
say about everything else.
– butterflies rising
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what if the things you feel
inside of you that make it hard for you to
be here are part of why you’re here?
what you have and what you hold inside…
you can’t feel it anywhere else here yet.
but what if the way you can’t feel it anywhere
around you is a reason for you to be here.
because what you feel, what you dream, how you love,
what you create, the way you shift the air and change
the space and pull in the light… it’s how and who you are,
and it’s your light to give here.
those things you feel in you but don’t yet see,
you’re meant to breathe them into being.
– butterflies rising
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on heartbreak and healing…
there isn’t just
“something to be fixed” here;
there’s a journey to take…
you aren’t going to go through this
just to go back to who you were before.
and this heartbreak may feel
like a burning season,
but there’s a promise in this violence…
the healing will be a blooming season,
and alchemy is the way through.
you’re meant to come out of this something
different and beautiful on the other side.
– butterflies rising
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this love story
has been a slow fall.
and these wings
have been a slow unfold.
and there has been a fight here
for my worth, and it sure has
been a hard-fought one,
and this road home has been a long one…
but there’s a little bit of light here now.
and even though it’s been a long
time coming… the light is coming.
and as uncertain as i am
of how much farther i have to go,
i know now that i’ve got it in me to keep going.
and until i feel free… i know now that
this heart won’t give up.
– 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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we can fall into others with so much intensity and gravity, but then, when it comes to ourselves, we can struggle just to find a simple acceptance. but what if self-love is so much more than just a tolerance of yourself. and what if the things that feel like they are just leaving you on your own are not, but they are asking you to learn to choose yourself… and to do it with the same kind of fierce and reckless passion that you have chosen others. and what if that’s what this part of your journey is for.
– butterflies rising
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i have to believe that pain
doesn’t just wear our hearts out;
that it stretches them with purpose,
that it’s meant to give us a pulse…
in breakdown, we are broken open,
and in hurt, we find more humanity,
passion is stirred from our aches,
and empathy is a muscle that grows
the more we feel… and so we
come out brighter from our darkness.
maybe if we let it… our pain can have
beautiful purpose.
– butterflies rising
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don’t you ever wonder… why you are
so quick with questioning the good and
so sure in believing the bad?
we so easily let our fears be
these uncontrollable, raging monsters,
and yet we see our dreams as such
tiny little seeds…
why are we not letting the beautiful things
be the ones that grow wild?
– butterflies rising
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we so easily
let our fears be these
uncontrollable, raging monsters,
and yet we see our dreams as such
tiny little seeds… why are we not
letting the beautiful things be
the ones that grow wild?
– butterflies rising
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