I want to write something right. Profound. Designed to inspire. To shake you loose from the brambles and set you back on the path that you are longing for. I want you to know that step by step, with occasional wild leaps and crazy dashes thrown in for good measure, is the way that movement happens. We do no get to teleport, but sometimes magic does happen. I want to tell you my stories of mystical moments, so you can remember they happen.
I want to write words that matter…words that release the flood of love that wells up in my chest so that you will know that you are loved. That you are held in a place of sweetness. I want you to know that there are people who see the wonder that you hold. Who see past the chaos and into the center, where the treasure resides. I want to write words that let you know you are seen. Cherished. And that your job is to see you in the same regard.
I want to write words that heal. Words that assist the pieces into falling into place. Words that foster forgiveness for the perceived wrongs to your rights. That let the light into the corners you have closed off. I want to write words so that you know that you have the responsibility to be present for yourself. To feel for yourself. To live magnificently. I want you to know that suffering is optional.
I want to write words that tickle your fancy. That bring delight to your life. That make you laugh. Or sigh. Or just say yes and then you go off and live extra magnificently. I want to write words that guide you towards the heart of your desires. That invite you to live a little more fiery than ever before. That remind you of the goodness that life has to offer.
I want to write words that share my truths. My heart. My giggle. I want you to feel me. Know me. Love me. I want to write words that let you see me. Where I let go of the pretense. The longing for protection. The doubts. And step fully into my skin. Stand up full, stretching into the tips of fingers. I want to write words that make me smile. I really just want to write.