I am so very tired of this traveling shame show. I can’t take it any longer. It’s ridiculous.
So many of us wandering around not happy with who we are, not comfortable in our own skin, swearing we will finally celebrate our lives when we finally do that one next thing.
When does it end?
It ends when we end it. It ends when we clear the emotional debris and try a self-celebratory way of being on for size. Not when someone’s love for us hands us back our self-worth, but when we decide to on our own terms.
Many of us go through our whole lives not loving ourselves for one minute. This has to stop. Lets stop it. Lets practice self-love. A little more every day.
If it’s not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is you.
A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny.
You are life’s prayer of becoming and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights, and revel in seas of blessed emotion.
A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic, and exalted by legions in the unseen. To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity – traits of the immortal – your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as what we feel for you.
Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history.