the exhale…

all of it made sense now, and none of it mattered anymore.

i stood there
in front of you
and i thought of everything
that had ever broken me,
i thought of everything
that had ever shattered my heart,
and in that moment when i looked at you
i thought of how maybe
i’ll tell you someday.
but for now, i just exhaled.
and i spoke nothing of any of it…

because all
of it made sense now,
and none of it
mattered anymore.

– butterflies rising

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whatever it takes for you to listen…

your heart tells you big things in little ways... little whispers and nudges. different rhythms. little truths. - butterflies rising

your heart tells you big things in little ways…

little whispers and nudges. different rhythms. little truths.

the gentle ones… like ease. and safe. and ‘it’s going to be ok’.
and ‘you are worthy’… maybe you don’t believe those yet, but they are for you.
let them come to you again and again until you can let them in because
they are for you. they are for you. they are for you… let life hold you.

and the less gentle ones, the uncomfortable ones… the ‘this is not for you’
and the ‘you can’t stay still here’… you can try to ignore them, or rearrange them,
but they’re going to linger until you listen. and what they ask of you may
tangle you up and turn you inside out, but they are trying to set you free.
so take them in, and listen.

and what you don’t… what you won’t listen to… those aren’t going to stay little.
they will become yearning. and ache. and the more you fight them, they are going
to pull at you and pull at you and pull at you until they eventually break you open…
and maybe even break you apart. but they are going to awaken you. and cleanse you.
and shift you. and grow you and grow you and grow you until they can turn you
into something so beautiful that you never before even knew you could become…
so let it all crash right into you.

you are made of heartbeats. and pulse. and instincts. and they are your compass.
and your truth. and your freedom. they are your way out… and your way home.
so let them guide you and awaken you and grow you and crash right into you if
they have to… whatever it takes for you to listen.

– butterflies rising

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