The real gift we have been given is the gift of being together.
Re-set Button (feminine)
she discovered her re-set button early on & there were not many things that bothered her all the rest of her days just because of that
I don’t want to be remembered. I want my blood to become sap, my bones to become roots, my breath to become the wind. Even wanting is not so important. Even wanting will become something new.
Sometimes it is good to cry. Nothing grows without a little rain.
When the fire has gone to embers, that is when I hope you will watch it most carefully, because all it takes is one breath.
In the end, it wasn’t about who was right or who won, it was about standing shoulder to shoulder in the trenches and pushing together toward a peaceful world.
Life is not meant to give us what we want, unless what we want is to be broken open so the light can get free.
It’s easy to focus on the things that are not going so well and forget that there is still so much to be grateful for. Like the fact we are a bundle of cosmic soup bound together by pure energy and running a 4 dimensional hallucination program we call consciousness. It’s neat.
It’s probably not a good sign that I’m ready for winter to be over and it’s October.
How many of us are fighting, each day, to hold on to something solid, when inside, everything feels like it’s falling apart? Act gently. Use your words as words, and not as swords, because the last thing we need is another battle when we are already at war with ourselves.
Being a leader doesn’t mean being the biggest, meanest dog in the cage, it means knowing when to sit down, shut up, and listen to the feedback.
Moon and stars, near and far, it’s all a part of who we are.
The book of life has many pages and death is not the last.
Imagine a world
where we listen
we are not
as we are
There is still time
to build a world
of easy words
and bright rooms,
we will be
When I think about
all of the
in my life,
it feels like
make no issue
of their differences.
Easier With Two
I don’t know
how to do this,
and you offered me
we were in the boat
Tell me again about the first time we met. It’s my favorite story.
You don’t know who they will be, the ones who open your eyes to life’s wild magic, but when you find them, it will not be hard to tell.