self-love…
the most delicate intimacy
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Self Worth
self-love… the most delicate intimacy: 2nd book…
be gentle with the way you’re learning to hold your own heart…
honey butter…
…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the woman we each want to be…
the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.
there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.
our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.
– butterflies rising
Read More →chosen by you…
no matter what… i hope you know…
that you matter.
for yourself. by yourself.
and belonging to yourself.
and with the paths you do… or don’t…
take in your life,
i hope that they are chosen by you.
and that you can hear and follow the voice
in your own soul, and no matter any noise…
be able to find your own way.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you let it all spill out of you….
if you are someone like me,
who has struggled to find and use
your voice in this life, be gentle with
yourself as you find it. but also know…
what you think. and feel. and believe.
and have to say,
however you find your own way to say it…
it matters.
and it’s beautiful when you let your
heart spill out of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →in a wilderness, with an unheld hand, you will learn to love yourself just as madly…
in a wilderness,
with an unheld hand,
you will learn
to love yourself just as madly,
with the fierceness,
the recklessness,
that you have loved them
– butterflies rising
Read More →belonging to yourself…
i hope you know…
you matter now.
chosen by no one.
belonging to yourself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a beautiful unknown…
you close your heart
and you think it is a safety,
but it is a violence against yourself
in the quietest of ways,
yes, quiet, but still a violence,
a brutal, aching violence,
and to love, it is bravery,
and no small bravery,
but a fearless, grand reach into
an uncontrollable unknown,
yes, an uncertainty,
but maybe, what a beautiful unknown
– butterflies rising
Read More →there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself…
there is this
stunning breathing rhythm
in a woman learning to love herself
this slow rise as she feels her way into
every inch of her skin like honey,
and this soft fall as she settles into grace
this is the breath i seek
– butterflies rising
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