LISTEN TO ME, MISFIT…

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to the impulsive child
to the daughter who was criticized more than praised
to the son who was told to stop crying
to the weird shaped star stumbling through the universe to the sound of the ghosts of your past:
who won’t stop chattering about being careful
who won’t stop warning
who won’t stop being concerned
who won’t stop telling you this isn’t how life is lived
who keeps saying to work harder
sweat more blood
but hold some of those cards back

to you, the one who felt so different
but tried anyway
to be like the other kids
because it was safer
because you were fed fear instead of the honey of the gods

maybe they saw a glimpse of your light
and it scared them
for sure they were just handing you what was handed to them

it was never you
ever, ever, ever

and now here you are
a Grown Up
and you feel your heart threatening to take you on a wild ride
you hear the wolf’s howl
the roar of the lion
the trump of the elephant
it’s shaking your bones

so you stumble toward that
and you say THIS. This is me
but you keep falling in that pit
you keep hearing those voices
Don’t go too far.
Don’t draw too much attention to yourself.
Don’t be such a narcissist.
Don’t make people too uncomfortable.
Remember that one time when you fucked everything up?
Because you have some very real issues.
But do you? What is beneath them? Who told you that?

Didn’t you just do what you could in every moment of your life?

I’m telling you right now:

you. are. not. broken.

you are not too much this or that

you, in fact, can believe what you want.
it is your birthright.
No one can tell you what to do.
Or how to be.
Or what to believe.
And furthermore, you are a cycle breaker
you are a renegade
against generations of fear based living

Stand up right this minute
and know that I see you
because I see me, too.
I see your magnificence.
You don’t belong here, it’s true.

You belong to the world that is waiting for you to see yourself for who you are.

Glorious. Magic. Powerful. Perfect. Just. As. You. Fucking. Are.

Period. Let that sink in awhile.

~ Art and words by Carrie Hilgert

“We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And someday we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.” ~ Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Art by Lorenzo-Villa

Art by Lorenzo Villa

“All we need is the morning. As long as there is sunrise, then there is the possibility that we can face all of our misfortunes, celebrate all our blessings, and live all our endeavors as human beings. Spirituality is something that has become necessary in these troubled times. Yet it is inherently superfluous. We need it to remind ourselves, to bolster ourselves, to integrate ourselves, to fulfill ourselves. If we could simply acknowledge the mystery of night and the glory of morning, we would need neither civilization nor spirituality. At its simplest, life begins with dawn. That is blessing enough. All else becomes fullness immeasurable. At dawn, kneel down and give thanks for this wonderful event. We may think mornings are so common they are unworthy of veneration, but do you realize most places in the cosmos do not have mornings? This daily event is our supreme goodness. Greet the dawn. That is your miracle to witness. That is the ultimate beauty. That is sacredness. That is your gift from heaven. That is your omen of prophesy. That is knowledge that life is not futile. That is enlightenment. That is your meaning in life. That is your directive. That is your comfort. That is the solemnity of duty. That is inspiration for compassion. That is the light of the ultimate.” ~Deng Ming-Dao from 365 Tao: Daily Meditations

Artist- Art by Rez

Art by Rez

“Imagine that the whole world belongs to you. The birch trees in New Hampshire’s White Mountains are yours, and so are the cirrus clouds in the western sky at dusk and the black sand on the beaches of Hawaii’s big island. You own everything, my dear sovereign – the paintings in all the museums of the world, as well as the internet and the wild horses and the roads. Please take good care of it all, OK? Be an enlightened monarch who treats your domain with reverent responsibility. And make sure you also enjoy the full measure of fun that comes with such mastery. Glide through life as if all of creation is yearning to honor and entertain you.” ~Rob Brezsny

the world is yours

“May I be a guard for those who need protection, A guide for those on the path, A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood. May I be a lamp in the darkness, A resting place for the weary, A healing medicine for all who are sick, A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles; And for the boundless multitudes of living beings, May I bring sustenance and awakening, Enduring like the earth and sky Until all beings are freed from sorrow, And all are awakened.” ~ A prayer from Shantideva

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Art by Autumn Skye