almost a year since I started this thing (www.honeyflea.wordpress.com) I look back and laugh, because it seems like mostly song lyrics that moved me as I was moving through mourning. Not as isolated as just a heart that was broken, but mourning a loss of self…
anger…
These past few weeks, I recognize myself…
(Has it been years I’ve embraced brokenness???)
Reaching out to pull a smile from anyone in my path. Just because…
Saying sorry…
Looking to my left and to my right, and gazing on people who have toughed out the dark, and decided, ASKED, to walk along side anyways; holding my hand when they should. Darlings I know will be there ten, twenty years from now. Letting them in…
Spiritually moving, seeking. Continuous dialogue with the lover of my soul. Resting in that love…
This manifesting of life…
Oh how sweet…
i always attend music festivals because they are quite exciting and i love music ,”,