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unbinding…

My heart is not a place for cowards.

j'prefere arrêter de vivre mtn plutôt que voir ma vie défiler sans une once de bonheur

—d. antoinette foy—

frida kahlo to marty mcconnell…

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

— Marty McConnell —

 

i could drink a case of you…

i could drink a case of you
Still I’d be on my feet.

to be the candle or the mirror…

to be the candle or the mirror
People grow when they are loved well.
If you want to help others heal,
love them without an agenda.

—Mike McHargue —

to be the candle or the mirror 1

nature boy…

now i’m seeing…

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention
so you can change your life.

– Elizabeth Gilbert –

now i'm seeing

the peace of wild things…

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

– Wendell Berry –

wild honey

no one is afraid…

No one is afraid of heights; they are afraid to fall.
No one is afraid to play, they are afraid to lose.
No one is afraid of the dark, they are afraid of what’s in it.
No one is afraid to say I love you, they are afraid of the response.

– Anonymous –

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