You were right. I’m sorry but she is not open to your communication. I know that you expected this. Is there anything you wish to share with me Uncle? ‘She always was out of my league. She would have been better off not knowing me at all.’ That makes me sad to hear that […]
All the walls come crumbling down. Brick. Stone. Mortar. Let it. Let it fall. Brick by brick. Stone by stone. Let it fall to your feet. Bring in the revolution. Bring in the revealing. It is here, the “show me” or I will not believe, it is here.
Cool and collected. Cool as a cucumber. Why do “they” say that? A cucumber isn’t cool when it is on the vine. Growing, expanding. Transforming. No, this cucumber if fighting for nourishment, water. Ah, but don’t leave this cucumber on the vine for too long… What good is a cucumber that has
Look for it. It’s there. Always there, waiting. The flower, the weed, the tree, you, your heart. Even the loaf of fresh baked bread has a beautiful, soft, warm middle that soaks up the golden butter. What are you looking at right now? What are you observing? Don’t just skim the surface.
It isn’t always in a straight line. Up. Down. Back and forth. Inside. Outside. Upside down, right side up. It doesn’t really matter how this evolution happens. Shoot, it really doesn’t even matter if you choose to not evolve at all. You do you and I’ll do me. Let me tell you though; How
None of the fluff. Lose the pallor. Choose you. Do not stoop your shoulders to fit into someone else’s idea of who you should be. No. Choose you. Do not meagerly wait for the crumbs that fall from their mouth. No. Choose you. I know it is hard child, it is
