January 6, 2015

If we look back...

May we thank our moments of blindness, for we appreciate how immaculate our other senses become in our being.

May we thank the night, for our light, no matter how doubtful and void of it we may feel, radiates ever so evidently in its midst. The darker it gets, the more impossible it becomes to question its existence and beauty.

And our fears and judgements.; thank them, too because without them, our challenges may never prove to us our boundless potential for greatness. Under seemingly impossible circumstances, thank each obstacle which gifted us in proving that we indeed are enough.  Our light is all we ever need to rise above and fear is nothing but an illusionary noise, right before we say 'Yes'.

January 4, 2015

I would pull the sky apart to find you.

I am not a patient woman.

I am also stubborn.

I knowingly live as if I had control of design or chance.

As if I had control over the many times our souls have sparked in recognition.