Believe in kissing.

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 :)

numb

She wanted to run away. 

The feeling of hot cement under her cracked feet, the feeling of sand between her toes, the wet morning grass stretching beneath her strides.

She needed to leave.

She couldn't remember the feeling when she was here. 

But she could still it, a ghost, hovering in front of her. 

It trembled and shivered, gleamed and glittered, but when she extended her hand outward it would twitch away. 

She wanted to go back to the feeling, bathe in it, soak in it until her skin shone again. Cover herself until she remembered how to breathe. Until her heart began to beat again.

But it teased her, whispering that it was not that easy.

She had to bring it back, she had to live it back, she had to remember how she had let go and stepped forward and trusted and fell all over again.

She had to live it all over again.

She couldn't run, or hide. For it would run faster,  hide better.

She had to stop reaching for the ghost,

and create a new feeling.

trust in the world

There are more beautiful people in the world than there are bad people. You don't hear about them on the news, their faces aren't pasted on the fronts of magazines, but they are there. Maybe you know one. And now imagine, that that one person knows one more.  And one more. And on and on it goes.

Sometimes the beautiful in people is hard to find. In those people, remember that they are probably struggling with something invisible, intangible, indistinguishable to you or I, but to them it is a constant fight. They are using all their beautiful in that fight at that moment, so you can't see it. But it's there.

I remember one year I met a boy who was angry all the time. My most vivid memory was when he went into a fit because a group of us were playing cards and he was delt a bad hand. When we asked him to calm down, he screamed as though he was dying.  It was a hidious, horrific sound-the kind of blaring noise that twists your insides and makes your heart afraid to beat.  He knocked over a jar and the glass shattered everywhere.  He kept screaming.

Three years ago he began coming out to people, telling us he was gay.  Today he is one of the sweetest people I know.  He explained to us what had happened with his old rage one day, telling us that the screaming was his struggle. It was a fight he could never win, because he was competing against himself. Trying to change himself.

Half of him constantly winning, half of him constantly losing.

Beautiful people are everywhere.  They are your companions as you walk down the street, they are the man serving you your coffee, they are the person holding the door.  Be a beautiful person.  Do something more for these people today.  Smile a bit bigger, give away some spare change, call an old friend and remind them you love them.

Believe in the world. It is a beautiful place, abundant with beautiful people.

Tell them

If there is somebody in your life you love,

truly love,

stop holding back.

Today is the day to tell them.

flying forward

I'm going to tell you a secret, and I want you to listen.  The trees say this secret in the way they sway, the flowers gossip it in the exchange of pollen, the sun shouts it out in light each morning and the moon sings it in a lullaby at night.  You are beautiful, you are wonderful, you are marvelous.  Look at yourself!  Love yourself!  Say it to yourself in the morning, remember it in the day. People will try to break your spirit, break your heart, break into your soul.  You know why? Because your soul is full of jewels, treasures that are gleaming with hope and possibility and wonder for this world.  And there are people who can't find them inside themselves, so they try to steal them from you.  But the only way they can is if you let them. The only way they will is if you say okay.  So don't break down sweetheart, don't let them.  You are better than them, you are better than their superficial hatred, than their dark words and cruel laughter.  You are a part of this big, magical universe, you are a part of the stars, a part of the trees, a part of the snow and a part of the mountains.  Breathe in love.  Breathe in trust.  Breathe in a belief.  A belief that you know your own worth, you know your own beauty.  Now, live like you do.