Some days I feel as light as a feather floating throughout my days with a weightlessness that puts a spring in my steps with a graceful bounce and a string of joyful melodies that sing to my heart’s beating aliveness.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel as heavy as a junk of led dragging myself out of bed into the days light with squinting eyes that burn with tears as I struggle to face the day ahead. I battle with myself to do what must be done. There is a burning in my chest, a tightening in my shoulders and a aching in my belly as I push on with not wanting to partake in any of its antics and busyness, yet knowing I made a commitment to myself that I will show up for this life even on the shittiest of days...and only I can do that for me and my life, and my life is non-negotiable.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel as calm as the resting ocean that lapse ever so gently with a grace that motions effortlessly and ever so beautifully with a tenderness that saturates every particle of my preciously open self to giving and receiving with a light heart and a passionate sultry soul.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel the weight of the worlds grief pressing upon me and I lay there paralyzed by the gripping sadness that has a strong hold on my throat as I strive to breathe air into my suffocating lungs and weary heart that is fatigued by all the hate and suffering lived.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel on top of the world dancing around moving like the wind as I cannot contain the smile and bubbling laughter that erupts from my innocent heart that beckons the world to come alive and dance with me wild and free.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel the intensity of the whole of my life lived engulf me and I dare not venture out as what I want to express will simply regress all of my progress and I know that this space though temporary is a necessary. Where the swirling of past and present collide and I surrender to the whirling of the now. Grounded in the moments reality & connected to eternal truths. It’s a quickening that feels like savageness while being a blazing hot mess. I allow it to move through me and when I have had enough I let it go and into the bliss of abysses sweetness I am found.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
Some days I feel nothingness. I embrace this delicious reprieve and embrace the space of stillness and quietness move me with a gentleness that reminds me out of nothing there too is everything.
🦋I am grateful for those days.
There are no two days alike. However what is constant is my resilient nature to show up even when it all feels royally fucked up.
That is,
My dedication to self and life itself.
My commitment to living responsibly and to my being freely.
That’s how I move through life, in tempo with life that is anything but linear. A vacillation of spirals that meets to and fro as I go.
Like wind, life is a constant change.
Like water, life is fluid.
Like the sun, life rises.
Like the moon, life falls.
Like the seasons, life transforms.
Like nature, life is a set of rebirths that requires an inside out death to bare itself upon us to rid of what no longer serves and bring light to fill even the darkest recesses and dustiest of corners that needs a good clean sweeping even if it doesn’t feel very good.
Whether violently or gently.
Change happens,
and thus,
we are challenged to release and let the flow of life dance its way through us as we learn to sway on at any given moment and day.
There are no bad or good days in my life anymore.
I let go of that nonsense a long time ago as I don’t want to measure my life in terms of goodness & badness but rather in the quality of aliveness which is founded in the limitlessness nature of our endless depths of feeling through the experiences that shape us and grow us.
Every day. No matter its way.
I am grateful.
Some days I never want to taste again while other days I wish to savour again and again...that’s the humanness in all of us.
I am grateful for that too.
The truth remains that I am so very grateful for every day that bestows itself onto me with an opportunity to live.
An offer to enliven my aliveness or maybe a day to shed away my feelings of deadness.
Life is so very precious,
even if it sometimes feels like one big hot mess
