Rose

There she stood, her heart had been at last, broken open. Cracked, raw, totally shattered. She had always thought a broken heart was means for sorrow, for heartache. What she had learnt, was that once her heart had been broken open, she could see clearly, and the past  had started to shed from the curves of her body, the same way a snake sheds layer upon layer. 

Maybe her heart had always been broken, and maybe all she really needed was an awareness, to be awakened to the constant ache that dwelled WITHIN the playground of her soul.  The constant ache that moved her to look up, to look through the fog. 

Clear eyes, and an open heart that had been full of messy chaos and lessons learnt. She had been cleansed, and she danced as her walls crumbled down all around her. She could have been fearful, she could have been stubborn and she could have chosen to stay small as a bud, too scared to start over, to relearn who she truly was. 

She could have been. But her soul longed to play, to dance, to run amongst the flowers.

And so she rose. 

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//Photo Found on PINTEREST//

YOUR WILD FIRE WITHIN

Walk fearlessly towards love. Actually, run.
Run fearlessly, and FIERCELY.
Run, run so fast that the sound of your heartbeat echoes all around you.
Run towards love, and then dance, and move, and breathe for love.

Allow love to permeate your naked, raw self, allow love to fuel your INNATE, WILD FIRE WITHIN.
Allow love to create chaos, a BEAUTIFUL chaos. Allow love to change you, to open you up, to break you open.

Feel how love makes you feel. Feel every ounce of that CREATIVE energy that flows through you now. Feel yourself expand, feel your presence soar.  Feel love heal you. Feel how love can free you.

Walk fearlessly towards love. Actually, run.

SPRING.. A lullaby of hope

I knew my path was about to change, that I was about to change. That one chapter was about to close, and a new, about to gently start. Warm, and gold sun rays had touched my body, so gently, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS. I could hear the waves ahead of me, the ebb and flow of the salty water, WHISPERING A LULLABY OF HOPE. 

THE WIND KISSED MY SKIN AND I SOMEHOW FELT RENEWED.There was an energy all around me, that told me to trust. To feel deeply. To move as the DAFFODILS had when they began to bloom. After a cold,damp, Winter, those spectacular flowers somehow trusted the process of Mother Nature, and knew they would blossom once more. And I wondered, did those DAFFODILS radiate a touch more after every bloom? More and more colourful, peaceful, and open, ready to share all of the beauty and glory that nature had bestowed upon them. I now understood that so many key lessons were all around me, once I chose to see them, once I opened my eyes to the love that was all around me, around all of us. 

And I thought to myself, perhaps one must lose the ground they walk upon, so they may bloom fully, and completely. Maybe, one must reflect, and go deep WITHIN, as the darker days of WINTER'S cold unfolds, and then return as the flowers would, blossomed and full of love. READY TO PROSPER AND DANCE WITH ABUNDANCE. 

WITH renewed hearts and souls, and a welcome to SPRING, may we be GUIDED forward. May we dance and play amongst the ever present beauty that nature has once more unfolded before our eyes.