when it’s over. and you have nothing for or against the person. and they are free to fly from your body and your memory. that’s breathing. ~ nayyirah waheed
Care is revolutionary. Love is disruptive. Connection corrodes injustice. ~ Chani Nicholas
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly ~ Florence Welch
“For the parts of our hearts
asking for a remembering:
I hereby break all contracts I made unconsciously and consciously before I knew the depth of my own Spirit; the silent ones, the ones I inherited, passed down and accepted as my own from generation to generation.
I hereby severe all ties with that which holds me down and back, unable to see the glimmer of what I know to be true, whether by my own creation or by expectations tied like weights around my ankles by others lost in the sea of their own confused hearts.
I hereby reclaim my right to choose how my story unfolds, armed with creativity, a heart made of gold and reverent humility.
I hereby fully accept all of this living and what-is-yet-to-come with brash integrity and loving determination.
I hereby swear to use my superpowers for the love of all beings and I return anything that no longer serves my Higher and Lower Self (and any of the ones Caught-in-Between) with gratitude and consciousness.
I do this all with love, from the great source of it found in my very own beating heart.
I declare myself alive.
May it be so.”