rock shows and wildflowers
Tonight I danced at a show at 1am and managed to look deep inside and find at least a piece of who I want to be, who I used to be, who I forgot to be. What were the words of that song? "Dance until you are free?" Something to that regard. I am so tightly wound up, I realized, that I had actually forgotten how to let go.
Let go.
Spread my arms like wings while twirling in the grass; lift my face to the sky while gentle rain drops upon my forehead.
Gather wildflowers among the weeds.
I brought home wildflowers the other day. The picking of was for myself, the collection was for my daughter. It was even more meaningful to gather them as a gift, as I once did for an old friend.
To lift the spirits of others and, in turn, lift my own, is how to breathe. To start with one's self is always a short and unfulfilling path.
To give.
To love.
To not own anything, but to hold it all with open hands.
To appreciate it when it stays, for now it is a gift.
To love.
To know love.
To receive.
To be free.
Let go.
Spread my arms like wings while twirling in the grass; lift my face to the sky while gentle rain drops upon my forehead.
Gather wildflowers among the weeds.
I brought home wildflowers the other day. The picking of was for myself, the collection was for my daughter. It was even more meaningful to gather them as a gift, as I once did for an old friend.
To lift the spirits of others and, in turn, lift my own, is how to breathe. To start with one's self is always a short and unfulfilling path.
To give.
To love.
To not own anything, but to hold it all with open hands.
To appreciate it when it stays, for now it is a gift.
To love.
To know love.
To receive.
To be free.