
she started to wonder things, like…
but shouldn’t the voice that i hold inside
of me sound like my own?
– butterflies rising
Read More →she started to wonder things, like…
but shouldn’t the voice that i hold inside
of me sound like my own?
– butterflies rising
Read More →a love language…
the version of yourself
that you are in love with being
is who i want to love, too
– butterflies rising
Read More →love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how we give so much credit to the heavy and hard things for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the darkness we’ve pushed through, and they say things like… “it’s why you’re so strong.” or they speak of all that depth and texture it’s given our character. and i think… it’s true.
but i also think… of the soft places i’ve had to fall where i can just be like a flower and made of my wild vulnerability, or of the moments in this life that bring out my glow…
and as much as i can see how we grow from the push of darkness… i think we also need that feeling of light to help pull us into our bloom.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how
we give so much credit
to the heavy and hard things
for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the
darkness we’ve pushed through
and they say things like…
“it’s why you’re so strong.”
or they speak of all that depth and
texture it’s given our character.
and i think… it’s true.
but i also think…
of the soft places i’ve had to fall
where i can just be like a flower
and made of my wild vulnerability,
or of the moments in this life that
bring out my glow… and of the ones
who are there to witness it, and how
they tell me that it’s beautiful…
and of all the sparks of inspiration
like little embers on my pathways
that help spark my own fires that i
have waiting inside of me.
as much as i can see how we
grow from the push of darkness…
i think we also need that feeling
of light to help pull us into our bloom.
and maybe it matters more than we
know how much a little spark we
leave somewhere might be a
needed light… the way it could
remind someone they are made
of flowers… and help pull
them into their bloom.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’ve heard so much of how strong you’ve grown through darkness… but i think you’re made of flowers; how you bloom when there’s light on your skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love…
but you also have to learn to take up your own space.
and to not say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’re going to be rejected for these
wings you’re growing and these fires you’re starting…
for all of this sweet and wild rebellion in you…
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small… you just can’t
let it hold you still anymore.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are not lost… the ache you feel is just soul memory, and the restlessness is just soul fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
Read More →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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