Caring ~

kindness wisdom caring


I need you to know that the way you flay your heart open
for the world is brave,

that the way in which you refuse to
be anything but soft,

even when you feel like you may just
break under the weight of feeling,

is why you are needed

I need you to know that beautiful things are vanishing

each day,

and I am proud of you for fighting to ensure that
your soul is not one of them.

You need to keep fighting.

I need you to know that you will find the places that leave
every tender part of you feeling calm and at peace with
who you are.

You will find the places that inspire everything
inside of you to surge and ache with the hope and the
beauty of being alive.

These places, they are not where you
were born, but they will be where you are reborn.

You will
know when you have found them.

My god, will you know.

I need you to know that there are others like you in this

others who are messy hearted,

others who feel
things intensely,

and without hesitation,

others who cannot
contain all that they hold within the worlds of their mind

because they have only ever known how to pour,

how to

how to give and give and give.

I need you to know
that you will find these people, and they will become your
family – you will take care of each other.

You will grow
together, in the moments between breaths,

in the stunning
silence that blankets your souls when you connect with the
fact that in a world of billions,

in the middle of all this noise,
you found each other

But most of all, I need you to know that we are all here,


dealing with what is dark and light within us.

need you to know that you aren’t alone.

I need you to know
that you are going to survive this.

I need you to know that
one day, you’re going to be sitting in a place you love,

surrounded by people who inspire you,

and you’re going to
think back to the storms, and the hurricanes that rattled
through your bones, and you are going to smile.

The clarity
will wash over you.

You will be free.

You will be free

From yesteryear



By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)