always grow, grow all ways

Don’t let me show cruelty though I may make mistakes. Don’t let me show ugliness though I know I can hate. And don’t let me show evil though it might be all I take. Show me love Show me love … Continue reading

of letting go

the year of letting go, of understanding loss.
grace.
of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’.
the year of humanity/humility.
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed.
everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around,
how do you do that?’.
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with my own hands.
the year i learnt small talk.
and how to smile at strangers.
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’.
the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness.
honey honey.
the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it.
the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them.
the year i made peace
and love,
right here.

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Warsan Shire

cherry chapstick

We can live. By all means, live. Wake up, eat cereal, walk, work, talk, eat, sleep, live. I know I can accomplish great things when I live. I can get a bonus, have a relationship, read a book. Read 100 books. Hell, write a book.

Or, we can Live (did I lose you?).

We can fall in love. Or fall in Love over and over again, and without fear or apology.
Be fascinated by the freckles that make each day staggeringly complex and different. And similar.

We can listen. Or Listen with true openness and tolerance. To even the intentions spoken between words and without speech. Not just to those we understand with ease, but also those whose actions we will never understand.
And to those who are no longer with us, and exist instead in the slowdancing of snowfalls. And cherry Chapstick.

The only thing that’s constant is change, and we feel safer to resist impermanence. So, we can live. Or Live and open ourselves, as petals, and remain passionately curious.

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comfortable abundance

We don’t have to push against nature to find joy. It wants to present itself to us on a path that requires the least effort. 

Even after a harsh winter, when the ground is frozen and inanimate, the flowers do not struggle to blossom. They simply reach up and open their petals.

Much like how we can open ourselves up (easily, gracefully) to joy and peace, when we turn our awareness to the possibility of a perfect outcome. Instead of closing ourselves (painfully, rigidly) with fear and insecurity. 

When we let go of the thoughts that keep us stuck, the direction of our lives will unfold for us with effortless ease. 
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one foot in sea, one on shore

Love,

It will not betray you
Dismiss you, or
Enslave you.

It will set you free.

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