Anyone can slay a dragon, but try waking up every morning & loving the world all over again. That’s what takes a real hero.
this is the moon dark as a bird wing & softer, he said & at that moment I knew only the joy of my child
Leaving a trail of destruction behind her even though her current affirmation is happy happy joy joy.
She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.
I have to buy all my presents at the last minute, she said, or I get too excited & just give them away.
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
scattering little bits of happiness everywhere she goes, except at home because her family told her to get out & leave them in peace for godsakes