Affirmation 8/4/17

Hey, dear one, you’re doing great. Worn, tired, drained, empty. That’s okay. You know what? You’re still here, and that’s incredible. You continue. You work, and you move. You push, and you struggle. It’s beautiful. Keep it up. Just remember to take care of yourself.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 5/26/17

Dear one, you’re doing so well. Yes, some times things are dark, as dark as they get, and still you move and breathe and push. Each step is remarkable. As you move forward you move into better things. Each step back is not a failure. It’s humanity. That’s a beautiful thing. Just keep moving.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 5/23/17

Things change. Things grow. Things move. Things breathe. Things pulse. Life is full of disappointments, but it’s also full of beautiful moments, big and small. Keep pulsing. Keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep growing. Keep changing.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 10/12/16

You are amazing. You are. You do so much. You believe in so much. You stand for so much. All the while you hold yourself up. You keep moving. You keep breathing. You keep working. You keep trying. You are amazing. How could you be anything else?

I’m glad you’re here.

Adventure in Stirring, Burrowing, Beating

It’s probably nothing. It’s usually nothing. It’s always nothing.

Something is happening. In my heart. In my soul. Something is happening. I can feel it. I can feel it pulsing. Something in me is stirring in me in a palpable way. Everything in me is ready to scream, to run, to skip, to move. But I don’t know to what end, only that I can feel it. Only that it’s strong. Only that I won’t be able to contain it much longer, and I don’t want to waste it on something frivolous, when something remarkable may be coming. That isn’t to say I’m remarkable, please, understand me on this. I’m not. But something big is coming, that I may not even be a part of. I only know that it’s coming.

Something in my heart, in my spirit is bouncing, like Tigger through Rabbit’s vegetable patch. Or maybe more like Tigger after he’s promised to never bounce again. My spirit is begging to move, but it has no direction. Like wandering around a gorse bush following my own footsteps over and over. In motion, but never moving. I can feel it from the middle of my chest down through my arms, stopping short at my wrists. About to regenerate, but holding the energy back in my clenched fists. Waiting. Beating. Pulsing for just the right moment.

“It was an empty, sleepy, country station and there was hardly anyone on the platform except themselves. Suddenly Lucy gave a sharp little cry, like someone who has been stung by a wasp.
‘What’s up, Lu?’ said Edmund — and then suddenly broke off and made a noise like ‘Ow!’
‘What on earth –‘ began Peter, and then he too suddenly changed what he had been going to say. Instead, he said, ‘Sudan, let go! What are you doing? Where are you dragging me to?’
‘I’m not touching you,’ said Susan. ‘Someone is pulling me. Oh–Oh–oh–stop it!’
Everyone noticed that all the others’ faces had gone very white.
‘I felt just the same,’ said Edmund in a breathless voice. ‘As if I were being dragged along. A most frightful pulling — ugh! it’s beginning again.’
‘Me too,’ said Lucy. ‘Oh, I can’t bear it.’
‘Look sharp!’ shouted Edmund. ‘All catch hands and keep together. This is magic–I can tell by the feeling. Quick!'”

-Prince Caspian.

(this is a Justin Gerardot cameo)*
*this is all Justin had to say.