Revolution

The new rebellion is not hatred or destruction.

The world around us is littered in these things already,

to fight the fire with a match

is only asking to get burned.

Watch those who try, watch the spark catch and fly down the tiny branch in their hand

until they are seeing their skin singed.

Until they are watching their own clothing burning

and calling it a success.

We will refuse those lies.

We will refuse to be like them.

Rebellion is defiance,

but the best will be in the way

they don't expect, the way they cannot anticipate.

We are expected to divide. We are expected to compete.

We are expected to accept the rules that benefit us

and ignore those they hurt.

But we will not.

The new rebellion is the revolution,

the new thought and love and creation emerging quietly across the globe.

People who see beyond our artificial barriers and boundaries,

who refuse to be anything less than united.

Beyond cities, beyond countries-

this is a world wide shift in consciousness. This is a shift in thought.

You are already breathing it, living it.

Fighting quietly against those who hate and are cruel,

fighting against those who try to say

one human is better than another.

It is in the acceptance,

the unconditional love and support to those around us.

It is in the love to a stranger, the offering to buy a dinner,

the paying of a toll for the person behind you

where it shines.

This magic, this love, this new beginning.

It is our time, it is our revolt.

be brave

I think the most beautiful thing a person can do is live.

Live outrageously, courageously,

with intention.

There is a difference between those who live and those who exist.

There is a difference in their voice, in their step, in their breath.

Most importantly,

there is a difference in their heart.

They say there are two ways to bring brightness into this world: to be the light, but also to be the mirror that reflects it. I don't think the mirror has to be quieter. I don't think the mirror is any less of light.

Have you seen a disco ball?

It takes the light one step further, one step further into beautiful.

"My life is my message" Ghandi said,

and that is the best message I think one can give.

Live as you intend the world to be, live as you wish people to be, live

and they will follow.

And it will be beautiful.

supernovas and stardust

You are the light in my veins, the sunshine under my feet.

You are the sound of the ocean buried in the conch,

the sound of the hidden coins in my mother's couch.

You are the Atlas of my world, the invisible hand, the center of it all.

new year, now clear

It has been many breaths, many moons, many shooting stars and lightning bursts

but I am home.  Not in the sense of

a structure or wooden frame, not in the sense of dinner table conversations,

or family movie nights, or landscaped lawns.  Home in the

idea of the word, in the comfort in my heart

and understanding in my veins.

I am back and ready for a year of light and love,

a year of glimmering home in the shadowy corners,

a year of chances and make-believe.

speak, scream, shout!

There are moments when your hear your heart beat and you know it is time.

And your brain may fight and push and argue

but you know. 

You know that you have words that have been locked in your soul,

waiting to fly out

and it is time to set them free.

In mid-air they dazzle and shine, so much that you may fear them. 

Don't.  Your power is your truth, your power is your love,

your power is in these words that need to be said.

 

Everyone wants to know they are not alone,

everyone wants to know there is a person who is looking out for them

no matter what.  No matter what.

So speak those words, tell the truths, cry out to the wind, the sky, the air,

the people that you love. 

The people that matter.

They are waiting-

this is your time.

Sorry for the terribly long breaks between posts right now my lovely readers, I'll try to be better! Thank you always for the sweet and wonderful comments.  Things are insanely busy right now so I haven't had much time to be on here but I am always thinking of all of you and when days seem especially long I actually go back and read the lovely comments on posts, they make things so much better.  You all are so fabulous :)

i'm shining like fireworks

  

Do you see me when you look to the sky, look to the stars?

Because each shining light reminds me of you,

of the brightness in your eyes, in the glimmer that I saw.

You can lose me now, you can leave me now,

you can pretend we've been over since the day we begun.

But I won't forget, and neither will the stars.

If you could just stop whispering those lies,

beautiful twists of smoke, curling in the air,

intoxicating me. 

If you could just stop acting as though there is an ocean between us,

acting as though there is something we cannot get over.

I want to be your friend.

I don't need to be anything more.

I'm scared to touch you because I don't want you to think I mean it. 

I'm scared to be near you because I don't want to lose you entirely,

I don't want to lose you forever.

I drew a black line in pastel across a white canvas. 

You took your hand and smeared it as you interlocked our fingers,

 as you looked at me,

taking me back to when it was our hearts interlocked.

I ran away fast and I ran away far,

but I can't forget you.

But maybe it's not about forgetting.

It's about remembering,

remembering the feeling, the hope, the knowledge that yes,

I can be loved.

move along, move on

It was an odd sort of nostalgia, an odd sort of longing, an odd sort of empty. It was haunting in it's familiarity, the way your stomach twists when you see a stranger that resembles a long lost friend. After you pass them, you miss the stranger. You miss the friend, but you miss the stranger more, because you didn't ruin things with them. You didn't lose them. You still have hope.

That's all that friendship is really, hope, she thought. Hope that this person won't let you down like the last. Hope that this person will love you unconditionally. Hope that this person will answer their phone at three in the morning if you call. Hope that this person will keep their promises, will hold your hand, will carry you when you need it.

credit: Lauren Treece

She struggled with reconcilling hope and physical loss, as the list of all those moving out into the world flashed on the inside of her eyelids. She had always lived by the motto that if it was meant to be, it will be. She knew not all friends would last forever, and the ones who did were the ones who mattered. And people had moved before. And she was right, the ones she still knew, years later,  were the ones who mattered.

But it was frightening thinking about losing anybody, because everybody mattered to her right now. These people were her ground, her earth, her support and her connection to something more solid than the fleeting oxygen, those who entered her life only to leave. That departure was easy, it was expected. But the earth moving beneath her feet, that was different.

"Attachment is suffering", she had read the other day, before vowing to live a more continual life, reach a more fluid existence. She knew she could not lose attachment entirely, because attachment made life meaningful, but she recognized it as an after the fact attitute- moving forward after recognizing the attachment had become toxic.



what makes you stronger?

hello there lovely,

you are far too young, far too beautiful, far too wonderful

to feel so broken

so wake up!

wake up to the birds, wake up to the sunshine, wake up to the sea

solitude is not sadness, and dependence is not weakness

look at yourself.

look at all you are carrying, look at who you've become,

and be amazed.

own yourself.

own everything you are, the dark and the light.

there are no mistakes within people, no mistakes in your creation

you are marvelously whole,

and don't listen to the fools who tell you otherwise!

this little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine

Replace your darkness with light, your hatred with love

There are always those corners of your mind that need cleaning,

always those places that could be beautiful if only illuminated

Like fire, it is a chance, a hope,

a moment that will burst into so much more

go forth

You know what you must do. You know why you are here. 

There are voices that will tell you no, that will say you can't 

until you almost believe it. 

But just when you are about to,

inhale deeply.

Stretch your arms upward and feel your breath in your heart. 

Bring your hands down and touch your belly, touch your knees and elbows.

Know that you are whole.

You know your reason. You are living your purpose.

Have faith in the bones that hold you together, in the skin that you inhabit.

You are a light-bringer, a wonder-maker, a world-healer.

Each of us, in the way we live, in the way we walk, in our words and in our hearts.

Bring what you may, be what you must

in this wild and wonderous world.