may the autumn sunrise bring you peace and fill your soul with possibility, and the wild air of the autumn nights light your way with inspiration
– butterflies rising
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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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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 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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In 2024…
i hope this is the year
your dreams stop feeling out of reach
and they become within your grasp and
start unfolding all around you
– butterflies rising
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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…
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… 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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it won’t feel this way forever.
this unbearable thing… it will feel and be
different someday. it will lose its hold
on your breath. i promise… even this.
– 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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