With any kind of heartbreaking or excruciatingly hard thing we go through…

i used to be so hard on myself for how long it can take me to let go and heal from things

With any kind of heartbreaking or excruciatingly
hard thing we go through, there’s this turning point that can
come, the one when you start to feel yourself shifting from
hurting to healing… and healing from something you thought
you might never recover from. That feeling is maybe one of
the most powerful things we can ever feel. It’s that feeling of
knowing that not only are we going to make it through what
we thought we couldn’t, we’re going to come out of it all a
more beautiful version of ourselves. And we just have to
keep reaching for that turning point. And we don’t have to let
the things that break us break us for good or completely strip
away our passion and light and fire and hope. We can let them
take us deeper into ourselves and connect us even more to all
those things that set our hearts wild and free.

– butterflies rising

poetry is my scripture, music is my gospel

i’ve had poems pull me out from the darkest places
i’ve ever been in. like scripture.

and music… i could probably write an entire book
just about the ways that music has shifted me
and changed me and moved me and saved me.
like gospel.

so when i say that “poetry is my scripture” and
“music is my gospel,” i am saying that there are
poems and songs that are carrying my soul
from one breath to the next in this life.

– butterflies rising

i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.

– butterflies rising

they say, “be realistic.”
but, i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like being kissed
until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.

– butterflies rising

under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.

– butterflies rising

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that sweet soul sugar
and an ache inside to unfold
and to grow into so much more,
all that destiny written in her eyes,
she’s wild butterflies,
and she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face her fears
and to find her way through all of the dark
and the heavy that she’s carried for so long…
there’s fight here,
but there’s surrender here too.
and there could be so much freedom here
if she could just let herself fall into that
beautiful chaos and dig deep into
that passion in her bones…
she could uncover all the beautiful things
that those wildfires inside of her hold.

– butterflies rising

she’s under the
wild of the strawberry moon,
and she feels her heart pulled to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things
that she’s carried for so. long.

– butterflies rising

she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things that
she’s carried for so long

– butterflies rising

she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

she’s a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you

there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be who
and what you are…

and there is too. much. beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be who
and what you are…

and there is too much fire and passion
and magic and art and love in you
for you to not let it all be who
and what you are.

– butterflies rising

Tag: Spirituality

With any kind of heartbreaking or excruciatingly hard thing we go through…

poetry is my scripture, music is my gospel…

i’ve got dreams… ones that are drenched in art and taste like adventure…

they say, “be realistic.” but, i’ve got dreams… ones that are drenched in art

flower sun, fire moon… so beautifully wild…

she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies…

she’s under the wild of the strawberry moon…

she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon…

she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…

she’s a beautiful wildness on fire…

to not let it all be who and what you are…