Sunday, 10 July 2016
the only sane response is to glitter in return
it's the rain quenching the thirst of the parched earth. it's the morning bathing the world in gold to see it all shine back. it's the shape of the outline of your body and all that is unspoken, and therefore holy, in it's lack of vocabulary. it's an ecstatic devotion to all that's worthwhile. it's the mergence of drum beat and light circling and circling and circling your heart in a room with no mirrors, only your eyes looking back at me, beauty from the inside out, and in the learning to embody all that you believe. it's believing that neither your light or dark need be hidden. it's knowing it may or may not be where you came from, but it's where you're going. and you'll get there. it's in the gathering of the pieces and loving each one. and in the standing back and admiring the view. it's the beauty composed of more than the sum of it's parts held together with the glue that is you.
"life exists only because of a myriad of synchronicities that bring us to this particular place at this particular moment. in return for such a gift, the only sane response is to glitter in return."
~ robin wall kimmerer, 'gathering moss: a natural and cultural history of mosses'
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