when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live...recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it...... that's the real shit
a lady said before bed write this down:
“i am worthy of miracles that don't require me to be exhausted."
let that be your closing ceremony for the day.
Sometimes I forget that we live on a planet where sea otters wrap themselves in kelp so they don’t drift out to sea while they sleep. Where frogs follow elephants in the jungle to lay eggs in their footprints. Where whales lift their newborns to the surface for a breath of air.
Slowly brush your teeth, eat your food mindfully, take your time getting ready in the morning, sit and watch the clouds pass overhead, play classical music whilst cleaning your home, hum or singly gently throughout your day, breathing diaphragmatically, stop to smell the flowers.
if you have a window that gets afternoon light, please sit in it. just once. with nothing in your hands. that light traveled 93 million miles specifically to find you.
Girl to girl, please start creating again. Write your thoughts, draw your feelings, color outside the lines, read something that feeds your mind, dance like nobody’s watching, craft something with your hands. Your soul is craving that version of you again.