You are not alone in your anxiety
You are not alone in your fear and
You are not alone in your pain or wondering.
You see, I, and many are with you
We feel it all. We feel it, we do.
But life is still beautiful
Beautiful as flowers, beautiful as you
If you only look for it.
We do, too. Find it in and around you.
Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch
Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun
Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore
Choke me lurid with your tailspin
Wake me stupid from a daydream
Take me weakly with your left hand
Lullaby me nevermore
“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.
Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.
“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.
“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”
You asked me why.
“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”
For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.
Connection is what it’s all about. That’s no secret.
Archangels, warriors – calling all creators. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep moving. Keep making. Keep CREATING. Keep doing what you were made to do.
You are more powerful than you know. Your work is more important than you know. You ARE love.
March to the beat of your own drum – you’re a warrior.
“I didn’t do much for the past few days, but you know what I did do, this morning I saved a caterpillar and put it back in the woods where it belongs. And that put the biggest smile on my face.”
“You know, the thing about caterpillars and transformation is – before you turn into the butterfly, you have to be goo. Literal goo. You have to go into the chrysalis for a while.
And I’m just going to tell myself today, right now you have to be okay with being goo.”
True places never are. – Herman Melville