A very merry meet and bountiful Ostara to you, whoever you are, wherever and whenever you have arrived here. In this new year of celebration and joy, I pray your life gains fulfillment and you plumb ever deeper facets of your beautiful, star-stuffed selves.
Please share your findings, and spread the love you have around. With friends, family, lovers, significant others, and, most especially, strangers.
When we are hate-filled and hurtful to one, we hurt all, including ourselves. When we are kind to one, we are kind to all.
Blessed be! )O(
Mar 21, 2016
Jan 18, 2016
Being Kindly Remembered
You know when you feel that little bubble of happiness and good vibes, regardless (and sometimes in spite) of your current situation? What if those are happy thoughts sent by those who are fondly remembering a previous life of yours? Remembering the goodness of YOU.
I should begin by affirming that I believe souls are given a certain amount of time to circle the planet. I guess it's more that I think there are certain souls *cough* like my own *cough* who seem to have been around a few times, and those who seem to still maintain a youthful outlook and infectious happiness, regardless of age.
Maybe you had a whole life full of adoring friends, and that's why you are fated to spend time alone, finding your inner zen.
Or maybe you had a sparse life, full of introspection and exploration, and this life is to fill your social meter.
Whatever it is, fondly remember those who have made a difference, and try to send them those good thoughts--you never know who's day you might be making.
I should begin by affirming that I believe souls are given a certain amount of time to circle the planet. I guess it's more that I think there are certain souls *cough* like my own *cough* who seem to have been around a few times, and those who seem to still maintain a youthful outlook and infectious happiness, regardless of age.
Maybe you had a whole life full of adoring friends, and that's why you are fated to spend time alone, finding your inner zen.
Or maybe you had a sparse life, full of introspection and exploration, and this life is to fill your social meter.
Whatever it is, fondly remember those who have made a difference, and try to send them those good thoughts--you never know who's day you might be making.
Nov 20, 2015
Hey you!!
I'm just dropping a quick line tonight to inform you that you are a beautiful, amazing person. The world would be worse off, were you not here.
Thank you for being present and bringing your light to those around you. Thank you for your heart and your magic.
And most of all, it's never too late and you're never too old for dreaming.
Merry everything and happy always!
Thank you for being present and bringing your light to those around you. Thank you for your heart and your magic.
And most of all, it's never too late and you're never too old for dreaming.
Merry everything and happy always!
Nov 18, 2015
Perseverance
Some days my hand starts to shake
with the desire to be doing something
important.
With the desire to be someone more.
My head starts to expand and explode and
ache with the strength.
My heart feels like it bleeds,
pouring liquid life freely in my body
until I'm swollen and too tired to move.
Today, my hands mindlessly clenched to fists and my nails drew blood.
Today, my head swirls with stories, pictures, and adventures I'll never have.
Today, my heart feels absent, nothing more than an aching hole of missing parts.
Most days I have to climb out alone.
Today is no different.
So if you see a person struggling, reach down a hand into the pit
or simply a smile.
You'd be surprised how far a little bit goes.
with the desire to be doing something
important.
With the desire to be someone more.
My head starts to expand and explode and
ache with the strength.
My heart feels like it bleeds,
pouring liquid life freely in my body
until I'm swollen and too tired to move.
Today, my hands mindlessly clenched to fists and my nails drew blood.
Today, my head swirls with stories, pictures, and adventures I'll never have.
Today, my heart feels absent, nothing more than an aching hole of missing parts.
Most days I have to climb out alone.
Today is no different.
So if you see a person struggling, reach down a hand into the pit
or simply a smile.
You'd be surprised how far a little bit goes.
A study on anger
Why do we get mad?
I believe it is internal. A feeling of being stuck, or jealousy. Perhaps seeing a reflection in others of the thing we hate most about ourselves, and treating others with the same guidelines as we treat ourselves.
What we must remember is--we deserve as much patience as we give others. We are worth the time and effort. We are worth being happy.
I believe it is internal. A feeling of being stuck, or jealousy. Perhaps seeing a reflection in others of the thing we hate most about ourselves, and treating others with the same guidelines as we treat ourselves.
What we must remember is--we deserve as much patience as we give others. We are worth the time and effort. We are worth being happy.
Nov 1, 2015
Steps on the path of enlightenment
I believe that perfection is impossible, and that trying is perfect.
I think that life has ups and downs and means nothing and everything. If we misuse our world and ourselves, we mean nothing. We will fade out of existence like everything else has.
On the other hand, if we fight to protect the good, to preserve the magic, to be present for our lonely brethren, we will make lasting changes for global betterment. And not just environmental, but as a massive family of human beings in which it is a tragedy for someone to be left out.
Tell someone they matter. Talk to the outcasts. You haven't any idea what stories they'll tell until you ask.
Oct 27, 2015
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