she flew into the night weeping for all that was. she was not yet sure what could be.
12.10.15. A day that marks the universal declaration of human rights. we have so far left to go before we can say that human rights are respected.
today i focus on my heart. you are in it too.
do not ever forget…
she was a gift to herself
she felt safest in the dark, cloaked in sweet vulnerability. she rested in the deep silence of a world waiting for dawn. words unlocked themselves from her body and reached out to find new ways of being.
in the dark, alone, she could be anyone, even a person who could face her fears with a dragon roar. she was a gift to herself.
all heroes weep secretly in their hearts
even when the beauty around you causes you to catch your breath, sometimes the uncertainty envelops you with equal force. Continue reading
sometimes grief looks like this
sometimes grief sneaks into the layers of light surrounding you. it comes in waves, wrapping the darkness with a bittersweet nostalgia. even when it grabs hold, invite it gently to sit awhile with you, offer it a warm cup of tea. become friends. listen intently to the story it tells. when you have offered the compassion that it needs, grief will give you one last tearful hug, and float off into the world until the next time