unexpected friends

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I thank these four walls. These walls I painted icy white while drinking beer and crying tears of joy that I was getting a clean slate. A chance to start over. To let go of the past. To move out of the darkness into light (and quite literally). These walls, which bore witness as I grew past the shell, filled in my bones, made my skin taut with hope. These walls I decorated with art and reclined my back on after long days I pray would soon end.

These walls have been my friend.

My cocoon where I transformed and manifested everything I have now.

I spend a moment thanking them, then take the curtains down, pick up the last box, and go in search of more magic and light.

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Naive but Free

 

I’m not afraid of great failure or absolute success

What I fear most is the in-between: a mediocre kind of life, without magic or surprises, or nights turned into days where we sat and watched sunrises

without dancing shadows and time to wrap my body around yours, without the pitter patter of tiny feet on cold, wooden floors

without a heart to love the sadness in me and chase it with light-

No, happy enough will never be sufficient for me

 

You’re so naive some like to say

But I rather stay naive and free.

Peace, Magic, Love

The new rebellion is not hatred or destruction.
The best way to fight is one they will not expect,
Is to be someone they don’t anticipate,
One who doesn’t believe one human is better than another
The secret is in the acceptance,
the unconditional love and support to those around us.
It is in the love to a stranger, the offering to buy dinner,
the paying of a toll for the person behind you
that we win
This magic, this love, is our new beginning.
It is our time, it is our revolt.