“You have no conception of the limits
you have placed on your perception,
and no idea of all the loveliness that you could see.
Perception can make whatever picture the mind desires to see.
In this lies either Heaven or hell, as you elect.”
~ The Course in Miracles
Who told you that life was meant to be hard,
that challenges couldn’t be overcome,
that you weren’t supposed to be happy and joyfilled?
Who told you that you weren’t a god/goddess,
that your dreams were too fanciful to be reality,
that you should settle for less than that BIG LOVE,
that you were unloved or unattractive or ungroovy or just plain un?
And when the hell did you choose to believe them?
I want you to know I believe in you.
Even when I can’t find the words or the self love or the gntleness.
i sit watching rockstar idol
i am intoxicated… by them… and fermented grape…
i am intoxicated because i see how each are so different.
some have the stronger voices… but they each do what they can do best…
i love butterfly girl heather. daphna with bangs. serial killer marty. intensely jd. cheerleader with the grunty voice. the blonde janis japlin. mohawked chocolate daylight. barefooted bearded shagadelic one. miggy wiggy.
and i love them…
because they have perfected the art of being themselves.