I’m sitting up in bed, leaning against the material laden backboard of the bed I bought when my life tore into two separate pieces. It makes me feel more comfortable than the old wooden one. I feel safer, more at home, to have a bed clothed in the softer materials of life.
I’ve just been crying. And you should know by now that I don’t consider crying to be a bad thing at all. It’s one of the most beautiful connections we have to our bodies and souls; a bridge to connect the two, you might say.
I have a feeling— among all my so often elevated feelings— that I am here to teach the world this, and I will not stop speaking my truth until I’m satisfied we’ve all heard, and understood, that it’s really quite beautiful to live and love with all of your heart. To laugh and cry and feel it all.
To laugh.
And cry.
And be grateful for it all.
The reason I’ve been crying is: a few minutes ago my insides were melted by the most beautiful music—music that has just tumbled down my cheeks in the most blissfully warm river of tears. It wasn’t the music itself that drew the tears. It was the life and meaning that lived within it all that moved me, so.
This is a gift, this beautiful life.
Music. Friendship. Love.
We are so lucky to be touched by the people who feed us beautiful new parts of ourselves. We are so lucky to have these legs, these hands, these eyes, these voices, these hearts.
We are lucky, no matter what the outside of it all looks like.
Don’t waste a minute wondering what if, my lovely bloggy friends. Don’t fight the logistics of circumstance. Just take a deep breath and jump in.
Let go.
Turn your heart up to the highest notch, and go and find— and live—your truth.
Who are you? What do you want? Where is your real home? No really, ask yourself these questions, guys…because what else is there to do? Truly. What’s the point of life if it is not to live?
So, please, you guys. Post your artworks on Instagram. Look into that yoga teaching course, even though your Mum and Dad think Yoga is for ‘that dreadlock band of tree-loving hooligans’. And for heaven’s sake…tell that girl/guy exactly how much you love them. Tell them with your eyes.
Because surely the point of this crazy wonderful life is to know there is more,
and to be it all.
Anyway, I’ll pop back into my cave now, I suppose.
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