Dream Life

                                         You are still becoming who you were meant to be and this is also true: what if you don't always have to worry about becoming more of who you are? What is who you are right now is more than enough and it's just a matter of slowing down and realizing your worth? Learning to be still long enough to notice the grace that has always  been there? Forward movement is a beautiful thing. Many of us are desperate for a beautiful future and there is nothing wrong with that. And this is also true: there is nothing wrong with slowness. All around you in nature, a billion different things move at a slow pace, just as they are supposed to. No flower is rushing to be somewhere else. No wave is pushing its way to the shore before before  its time. Even when the rain pours down quickly, it took  time for that level of force to build up. Wherever ...

                                           You haven't wasted time when things don't work out. Yes, time has passed, and you can't get it back, but now, everything that happened taught you: you are worth so much more than that. You have started to see that even though letting go was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, now, you can focus on the path before you. Now, you can focus on the path before you. Now, you can now take  deep breaths knowing that the mere fact that you're here means your story isn't over yet. Today may look different from what you planned a year ago, and this is also true: through every change, now you know, the morning sun still shines. The moon still illuminates the evening sky. And every day, you are starting to see: love is still boundless and so much greater than you imagined it to be. You've had to say goodbye to so many things, and...

                                       I hope you know that you are deserving of everything you want in life. You deserve to fall in love with some- one who cares for you in the softest way, someone who drives you and believes in you and is always in your corner -- not just when it easy, but when it is  hard, too. You deserve to be that person for yourself as well. You deserve to be surrounded by people who grow your mind, people who make you better because  they push you to be better. You deserve that anything is  possible, the kind that empowers your voice and your ideas and your capacity to seek out the things that you desire. You deserve moments of pure and intense hap- piness, the kind that make you feel your heart beating against your chest, the kind that dizzy you and make you realize that everything will be okay. Because it will be. It will be. You deserve to be cho...

                                         Orange, the color of youth Neither too bright nor too dark Like a mix between a rose and a sunflower Young and joyful, sharp as a spark When the sun's going down And I look at the waves among the sea The yellow glow mixes with red sky Ans it all looks ornage to me. The horizon, so colourful and creative It tells me they'll be another chance I sit on the beach, the water brushing my feet And watch the colour dance. It fills me with a hope I'll try out tomorrow again And I'll wash away all my problems Not let them leave any stain. It's ornage, enthusiam is its forte It gives us all a wish to shine I want to create something as pretty as a sunset now And tomorrow's going to be called mine.

                                          You're going to realize it one day- that happiness was never about  your job, or your degree, or being in  a relationship. Happiness was never  about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others. One day, you're going to see it- that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always  about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming . One day, you will understand. That happiness was always  about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was  always about you.

                                                       I am not the first person you loved. you are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forever's. We  have both known loss like the sharp edges of knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid ...

                                                For what it's worth.....it's never too late, or in my case too  early, to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you've never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you're not, I hope you have the courage to start over again.        

                                               "Hope" is the thing with feathers            That perches in the soul,      And sings the tune without the words,             And never stops at all.        And sweetest in the gale is heard;            And sore must be the storm        That could abash the little bird             That kept so many warm.            I've heard it in the chilliest land            And on the strangest sea;             yet, never, in extremity,             It asked a crumb of me.

                                                   You're going to realize it one day- that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in  a relationship. Happiness was never about being like the others. One day, you're going to see it- that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your  heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. One day, you will understand. That happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never  in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was  always about you.

                           i wish i could sit with you and show you the beauty of this world despite its mess. we could watch the falling leaves and i could explain how they are a metaphor for hope, renewal, restoration. i could trace the edges of the leaf, trace the clouds in the sky. but what i really wish i could do is trace your hand and show you your beauty despite your mess. show you that you too can be a symbol for hope, renewal, restoration. don't leave just yet. it might be chaos but there is harmony in nature and i believe that one day you will find it in yourself.

                                               Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you When I was a young girl I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing I was hard as granite, I  leered at the sun. I trusted no woman and especially no man. I was living a hell in amm rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged evrything, was continually being evicted , jailed , in and  out of fights, in and out of my mind. men were something to screw and rail at , I had no female friends. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the colos orange. algebra angred me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were fo...

                                       When her mouth meets mine again , it's as if every last piece of  my armor disintegrates and every last piece of ice surrounding  the glacier that was my heart melts and evaporates. Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Taste and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that's exactly what love did. Loved back to life.

                                                      If I have learned anything this year, it's that I won't ever be ready for what life throws at me. I  will never be adequately prepared. I won't have the right words when it counts for something. I won't know the right answer when fate itself is staring me down. I've learned I can go on waiting for something, sustained by hope and nothing more, or I can put it to one side and shrug my shoulders. Bravely accept the fact that I can't keep my heart safe any more than I can stop love from taking everything from me. I have learned to stop saying yes when I don't mean it---- to live as authentically as I know how. To allow the tips of my fingers to skirt the darkness, as long as I remember to keep my eyes fixed on the light. And as one door opens and another closes, I will move forward with the knowledg...

  When you feel isolated or  When you feel that you're alone, Fancy your mind Explore yourselves, you might find some holes, Holes that are too deep. You may think it's and another pain, Which cannot be healed and sealed Nevertheless those holes are something that can make you heal Without sealing. Those are the doors showing you hope. A hope to fix yourself. A hope to love yourself. A hope for a hope.

                                      Trust me when I say- when it is right, everything that you love ruthlessly will love you back with the same conviction. Trust me when I say - when it is right, the things you reach in life, the things you deeply hope for, they will reach back, And I promise you, when that happens you will understand that all of the things you ached for that did not work out, all of the hearts that failed to appreciate the home you made for them inside of yourself, they were not there things that broke you, or ruined you, or made you less worthy. No, instead, you will see that they built you. They taught you about yourself. They led you to the person you were born to be, and they guided you to the person you were meant to be with. They shaped you. They challenged you. They grew you.

                                             I hope you find what you're looking for out there. I hope you find the kind of happiness that exists on your own terms. I hope you truly take the time to figure out what moves you, what encourages your soul, what you deeply crave from life, and I hope you have the courage to chase that .  I hope you have the courage to believe that you are deserving of everything you desire, that you are capable and worthy of curating the kind of life for yourself that sparks something within you. You have a fire inside of you- I hope you never let convenience, or comfort , or the easiness of standing still put it out. I hope you show the world what you can do with all of there passion inside of you. I hope you find the kind of love that makes you a softer person. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better man or woman, the kind of ...

                                    It took me a very long time to discover myself in  a way that I can express myself, my thoughts and visions. Is there anyone reading this? Can I really reach you with my words? Do I make a difference? That remains a question, but I like to try. And this is why : Along the way I found out what works and what doesn't work for me. I know my low points, my weaknesses  and I know better than anyone how I work. As I always say, and it is and remains a cliché, treating another as you would like to be treated yourself is the key. Unfortunately, I cannot control how someone else thinks, how they treat me and in what situations that has brought me. A lot has happened so that I have lost hope often enough, confidence has been damaged and I have often stood on the brink of collapse. Yet with time and awareness I have found my way back and I have kept my goal in min...

                                            Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile.  And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling,  this wonderful sense of optimism.  It is something I can always keep close to me-to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine.  No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.