Dream Life

 I want you to know what it feels like to be in love with the life that you are living. I want you to know what it feel like to wake up in the morning and be grateful for another day, every day. I want you to have all of the energy you need to live the life you want to live. I don't want you to be scared of the unknown--I want you to see the unknown as a beautiful puzzle that you will be able to build on your own. You are capable of building your dream life--one that you look back on in the future and are completely in awe of. I don't want you to look back and regret not making the move you doubted you could do. You can do  anything. Start by believing in what you don't believe you are capable of. Start by letting go of the strings attached to your past. Start slowly. It won't happen all at once but it will happen as it needs to. Please, don't doubt yourself and remember you don't need anyone else to believe in you for your dreams to come true. You deserve to be...

                                       There is a reason the sky gets dark at night. We were not meant to see everything all the time. We are meant to rest and trust under this bold, full dark sky. Because no matter how heavy the shadow fill the night, in time, we will see morning sunlight. We will see that even though we were tired, weary, and we could not see the ground beneath our feet, somehow, we still moved forward. We still pushed through. And it might take years to see how all of this comes together. We might not always see the pieces fall in place in the timeframe in which we desired. But this does not have to stop us from resting, and trusting that we will not always be here. We are not stuck at this  stage. As terrifying as they may be, our present uncertainties will not last forever. The pieces will come together in their time. We will grow in the way we were  meant ...

                                        For Girls Made of Storms and Sadness You are monsoon wrapped in the skin of girl the say you aunt        tells you how you must act in front of boys.        Girls like you must never look them in the eye. Don't forget what happens when boys look in the direction of girls        that carry the sky in their eyes and       the world weighing down on their shoulders. Girls who have seen great sadness very young look vulnerable,   like prey and some men are wolves. They will eat you alive. You are too hungry inside your own sadness, and when you love,      you love like torrential rain-heavy and intense.         you are too soft hearted and hard headed, and she is afraid how many around you can see that as weakness. Some people will want to ...

                                       Dreams are the only afterlife we know; the place where the children we were rock in the arms of the children we have become. They are as many as leaves in their migrations, as birds whose deaths we learn of by the single feather left behind: a clue, a particle of sleep caught in the eye. They are as irretrievable as sand when the sea creeps up its long knife glittering in its teeth to claim its patrimony. Sometimes my father in knickers and cap waits on that shore the dream of him a wound not even morning can heal. The dog's legs pump in his sleep; your closed eyelids flicker as the reel unwinds: watcher and watched, archer and bull's eye. Last night I dreamed a lover in my arms and woke innocent. The sky was starry to the very rind, his smile still burning there like the rail of comet that has just blazed by.

                                          Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stodd And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood  and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.