strangers aren't dangers

I love this idea.

A random talk, a moment that could become so much more.

I adore possibility,  I adore potential.

It keeps me optimistic.

what's so amazing that keeps us stargazing

She would stare up at the stars each night before bed.  Examine each one closely, looking for the unique twinkle, the strange sparkle, the magic that was different for each.

Then she would close her eyes. 

Listen to the silence. 

To the sound of the universe ripping apart and the sound of the bees humming around, trying to keep the order.

Einstein had said that if bees were to go extinct, humans would follow in four years.

That's high school.

That's a few breaths, a few twitches of the eye, nothing more.

That's how connected we are.

She thought of her yoga teacher, the sound of the room breathing energy, creating light.

She thought about the first sound in the universe, the electric calm that filled the space.

Omm..Omm..Omm..

The sound of the honey bees.

"yes, i think we've met before"

It's about the love, not the lover.

It's about the feeling, the truth, the part of you that cringes when you remember.

It's letting go and starting anew,

but not starting over.

There's a grand world out there, a crazy world of beautiful people

just waiting to love and be loved.

So let your heart light shine on,

let it glow and flicker and tremble and reflect and shimmer.

Admire the shadows cast,

because they are as much a part of the beauty as the light.



living vs. existing

some kind of wonderful

There was something beautiful and strange in vulnerability, she decided. In the moment when it felt as though every occurance in the world, every tiny interaction and experience was drilling into your skin, the feeling when you believed you were the entirety of mankind- Atlas bearing the world on his shoulders.

The peculiar blossoming pressure in the gap between your spine and shoulderbones, a weight where wings should grow.

There was a relationship to be had in self-reflection, in those times of existence when consciousness was filtered and drained through a lense beyond ones own, a lense of the intermost soul.

She knew her own emptiness, the bones in her that were still blank slates, awaiting their fate to be etched in by time.  She decided she was glad she didn't know what the words would be. 

The faint echos of the music that would trickle into her future was playing somewhere, softly.

She let a finger fall into her reflection, sending out tiny ripples that fluttered and shook the image. 

Just like that, she thought, it all could change. 

When the pieces floated back her image shone like she had never seen,

 the sun had slipped into the right place in the midst of the chaos.

Don't Ask Don't Tell

Asking for equality, asking for liberty.

Equality,

to fight like other soldiers, to demonstrate pride for their country, to protect and serve.

Liberty,

to not hide who they are, to not have to act ashamed, to live as their true selves.

It's just love,

but is love ever "just" anything? 

Love is everything.

We should be arguing over hate, fighting prejudice,

not allowing it because of who a person loves.

Please call, email, tweet-
anything to get ahold of your Congress representative.

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Let your voice be heard.

a world to believe in