Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Very Much.

i hope you know you're not the only one who feels the way you feel. You are not the only one who struggles. You are not the only one with questions. You are not crazy. You deserve to be heard, to be known. You deserve love.


You deserve love.

You deserve a place that feels like home. You deserve some hands to hold. Hands to pull you past the broken moments, hands to catch you when you fall. Eyes to see you. To say you're there, that you exist, that you change a room, that your presence is significant. Ears to hear you - hear your stories, hear you laugh. Ears to hear your questions and to say they matter.

Your questions matter.

Maybe call a friend today or invite someone to coffee. Tell someone they matter or tell someone you could use a conversation. Write a letter or ask someone how they're doing. Like a song too much. Feel the drums or get lost in the chorus. It means that you're alive.

It's good that you're alive. Who else could play your part?

i hope you get to a place, wake to a day, where that feels true. You deserve to know it's true.

To Write Love on Her Arms is a community of people with questions and struggles. It is for broken people and it is led by broken people. Life is heavy and light. Life is both. Beauty and pain, aches and dreams... We are saying that it's okay to talk about those things. We are saying that we need to. We are choosing to believe that stories deserve better endings. That hope is real, that help is real, that people need other people.

You are not alone today. You matter very much.

Peace to you.
TWLOHA

Sunday, June 6, 2010

times is hard, and things are a'changing.

Look. I know you probably don't want anything to do with me for a while, or ever. I know the way I reacted to you was immature and rude. I wish you'd even just acknowledge my apology. You don't have to accept it, I know, I just want you to acknowledge that I know I messed up and I wish I could take it back. I didn't mean to push you, I didn't mean to come on too strong, I didn't mean to scare you. I just got so excited that there was finally somebody else who gets it in my life, and I didn't control that excitement very well. I've said a lot of things I haven't meant, I've messed up a lot, I've been really frustrated trying to say things the right way because I don't want to mess up anymore. I know you need space and I know you have all these things you want to do for yourself, by yourself, on your own, and I don't want to be in your way. And I know you won't let me get in your way. I really, really would like you to be in my life, because you've colored me in so many new shades just within this short time. If that's even remotely related to anything in your head, I'd like to try again. I know a person only gets so many chances.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

a more serious song

I am a sunshine, green grass, barefoot kind of girl.
I am an open windows, wind in my soul, music blasting kind of spirit.
I am a water in my thin place, heavy and light, quiet and loud kind of pilgrim.
I am a passion in my blood, energy in my aura, fire in my heart kind of musician.
I am a sunrise over water, dance in the rain, coffee and tea kind of soul.
I am slowly un-convincing myself that love is un-real.
I am remembering that love is what moves me.
Remembering that love wins.

i was on a walk.

I am not good people.
I am not doing great things.
Not for myself, and not for anybody else.
I'm sorry I'm not good people.
I'm working on it.
You can only stand it for so long.
I get that.

I get it.

Monday, May 10, 2010

I hear you laugh, I heard you sing.

"The Second Secret: Don't die with your music still in you. Find your passion. Your passion is what stirs your soul and makes you feel like you're totally in harmony with why you showed up here in the first place." -Dr. Wayne Dyer

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

enchantment passing through

If you don't like your fate, change it. You are your own master, the are no shackles on you.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

we want more

maybe we've been living with our eyes half open. maybe we're bent and broken.