Whispered thoughts across two states and countless telephone wires Once a delightful dream now made so dreary By time spent apart and alone
The girl in the mirror I don’t recognize her now as she tires Of this tug of war game this roller coaster Emotions too forced to be real
It’s history now that we’ve been through the rains and the fires Weathering the storms that life has to offer Sharing the umbrella with you
And all that time spent needing and loving and sharing our desires Now worsens the struggle to make the break clean Just look at the mess we’ve become
All is well sometimes.
You know the depths of my heart and you love me the same.
“Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?”
God is Love. Love is the only constructive, creative force in the universe. There is no other. Its temporary opposite, hate, is mutually destructive and death-dealing. The universe must be founded on Love, or it would not hold together for another minute. But what is Love? It is something far greater, nobler, wiser, than the petty self-satisfying emotion men signify by that name. One of the fundamental crimes of the universe is to take life, for we cannot give life or restore it, and so we become petty thieves of God.
~The Ageless Wisdom of Life
Life isn’t a boulder, sitting in your path across a flat plain. You don’t have to push it or kick it or struggle.
Rather, life is a boulder on a slight downhill slope. It will roll with even the quietest breeze. You may help it along if you wish to move faster than the winds of fate had in mind, but be warned. Life may be pushed, but pulling a boulder uphill is a near impossible task.
Drink tea, do yoga, put your hair in a sloppy bun, and breathe.
Life will unravel all on its own.
Boys with curly hair = unf
I’m losing myself
I don’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore
The world doesn’t need peace, people do.
Society has made me realize that being normal was never an option.
I long for summer days
Sunshine and peaceful mornings
Content with the workings of my mind and soul
Farmer’s markets and flowing skirts
Bon Iver and watching my garden bloom