There is a beauty in opening yourself up to someone,
letting them sink into your pores,
and then melting yourself in theirs.
you just have to live in madness.
The really good kind.
Falling illogically into passion,
with the conscious feeling that you’re a part of something spectacular.
And at first sight,
we can love everyone we meet.
Simply because they are someone.
I’ve been thinking
that everyone deserves to be loved
for no particular reason,
other than that they are so perfectly particular.
It doesn’t have to be some intimate experience of romance,
or a flaming spark of fire.
But maybe just one soul touching another.
With fingertips of kindness,
with eyes of empathy,
with an immediate agreement to honor that person
for exactly as they are in that moment.
Doesn’t it feel like life should have a soundtrack?
With every experience
comes a song.
With every emotion
comes a note.
So when you are feeling,
you are also listening to the way that feeling sounds.
Letting these sound waves guide you through life,
reminding you that you are not alone,
that there is energy all around you
to hold you up when you feel weak,
to dance with you when you feel alive,
to be there for you always.
Somewhere between the madness and stillness
Stop it with these what ifs,
with these whys,
with these maybes.
Turn off your brain for a second
and open up your heart.
Open up your soul.
Let your being be filled with the feeling of undeniable excitement,
of the things you want,
and then let that want overcome that fear.
Fill yourself with the undeniable possibility of life, dear.
Stop saying no because your logic is telling you so.
Stop asking questions that aren’t even ready to be asked yet.
Just let yourself feel.
feel in love,
feel beyond any measure that is basic,
Life is so full of the opportunity
to just be alive.
It’s not about where you are trying to get to,
but rather the way you want to get to where you think you’re going.
Because no destination
is ever better than the humanity you experienced to get “there”.
Wherever “there” actually is.
The stillness after the storm,
where all that is left is a mist in the grass,
twigs fallen off the tree,
one layer less.
One chaotic piece of your life gone.
it felt like madness.
But I’ve discovered that it is only madness that makes you feel free.
One more lighting bolt dodged, dear.
And the sun,
always on its way to dry you.
It wasn’t even just him
it was the combination of them all,
all of the people who seemed so right.
And yet their time came to show up,
and they didn’t.
So many people leaving
before they even considered
what it would be like to stay.