![balance [or listen to the whispers]](http://static.flickr.com/86/214632919_6d4addb4a7_b.jpg)
we must
T R U S T
in ourselves
in our process
in our journey
in the whispers
that brush on the edges of our hearts
asking for a voice
if only we will listen
balance will come
keep going
stay with it
it’s worth it
you’re worth it
I heard that wild mustangs were being sold at auction for $125. Captivity is so cheap these days. But what of freedom? What price can we put on the full expression of our Wild Nature? I’m willing to find out.
Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painted sign and heart cut-outs? The proprietor was equally as cute.
The little girl in me was never told that it wasn’t okay for people to be mean to me. Growing up, I was given the clear message that I had to earn love and that I “deserved” to be punished if I made mistakes. Just being me wasn’t enough for the people and the culture…
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes
Close every door to me, Hide all the world from me Bar all the windows And shut out the light Do what you want with me, Hate me and laugh at me Darken my daytime And torture my night If my life were important I Would ask will I live or die But I know…
“One regret, dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am laying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” -Hafiz