“There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.”

I am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

Don’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.

No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.

Without question, you have been the greatest adventure of my life.

The only thing that fills the void is pulling things out of it.

If it is love it is always enough love is a quality, not a quantity.

Home is where you feel.

I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.

Here I am spitting up roses in your name I hope you choke on the thorns.

There is magic in the minuscule.

Some of my favorite things are moments you have given me.

You spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.

I do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it’s like they are holding the baby of you.

Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.

When you reach a point where you say I really don’t miss it. You have healed.

You have the power to heal your life, and you need to know that!

Eventually, you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is.

Fear creates space for creativity. Love creates space for healing.

If we are willing to do the mental work, almost anything can be healed.

We are all healers who can reach out and offer health, and we are all patients in constant need of help.