i will choose little rebellions… like the ache turned into empathy…

i will choose little rebellions... like the ache turned into empathy. my rage channeled into intention.

i will choose little rebellions… like the ache turned into empathy. my rage channeled into intention. my inspired heart will create beauty in rebellion… we need art and words and songs… someone, somewhere is barely hanging on, and something beautiful will be their lighthouse. my passionate heart will love more in rebellion… the way i feel about who and what i love will be even more and more and more… there is going to be passion and love here, no matter what. and my hope is going to be fierce, even if in spite of so much. darkness depends on us to stop feeling beautiful things and to stop believing in a better way… and i will make it my rebellion not to.

– butterflies rising

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when the world gets really dark and heavy…

when the world gets really dark and heavy, it may seem like your dreams don't matter as much

when the world gets really dark and heavy, it may seem like your dreams don’t matter as much… but maybe it’s when they matter even more. because anyone trying to hold on to something good and beautiful within is also holding space for the light while the world tries to find it again.

– butterflies rising

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if the year you’re about to live doesn’t look the same as anyone else’s year…

if the year you're about to live doesn't look the same as anyone else's year and doesn't feel like any other year you've lived before

if the year you’re about to live doesn’t look the same as anyone else’s year and doesn’t feel like any other year you’ve lived before, you don’t have to be afraid… it’s just a sign that you’re perfectly on the way to somewhere your soul is aching to go

– butterflies rising

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the sensitive and passionate souls are the flowers here…

the sensitive and passionate souls are the flowers here. in this harsh world, the way you feel and pour it all out

the sensitive
and passionate souls
are the flowers here.
in this harsh world,
the way you feel and pour it all out,
leaving bright and vulnerable
beauty all around,
the artists and lovers,
intense feelers and wild dreamers,
with your soft and aching hearts…
i know it gets heavy and can feel
hard to be how you are,
but you are the flowers here…
so please… be just how you are.

– butterflies rising

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