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 immerse yourself in your heart

speak from your heart

be your heart, act from it

everything is found there 

let that be your residing place 

let that be your temple and your sanctuary 

let that be where every thought is birthed

love environs me. what is to give light must endure

burning. 

tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. and that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in pursuit of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with god and with eternity. 

the stars are speaking to me tonight, they are saying to me, softly, you and I are no different. we are made of the same kind of love and consciousness that turns this world everyday. 

being in love with myself gets me so stoned

on the beach, under the sun. I could spend lifetimes in their eternity, on the endless shore. perhaps I already have. I love strangers. I love to wonder, "What did it take for you and I to end up right here?" What will we gain or lose? What will I go home with and put into my hot tea the following morning? I don't forget a face. I sure do forget names. I have been crying so much lately. I've put a cast on to stop the picking. That is the only way to heal, isn't it? I have my loved ones, so I have it all.

dear God, I've been praying again. not in the way I used to, though. I hope you don't mind.

love transforms us. no matter how long we hold it in our trembling hands.

My Absolute Muse!

As a young girl, my house had one magical spot I could spend all day gazing into. The closet to the left of my narrow hall, where all of my mother's dvds were stored. I would sit at the foot of it, analyzing each movie, looking front to back, back to front. Some of which intrigued me, others I wouldn't pick up twice. The movie that always caught my eye, the piece I looked to so curiously, was Amelie. The brisk green background. Her pale, Snow White-esque complexion. The big silver spoon in her hand, and her cat-like smile. I begged to watch this movie, time after time. Always "too young" and always so drawn to what this movie could hold. Sophomore year, I had had enough of the wondering. I laid in the middle of my full sized bed, I closed my door, I pressed play, and I assure you, I did not move an inch. My whole life changed. I had never felt a resonance so strong. I loved her outlook on life. I saw how much she lived to help others and be apart of their stories. The French language is sexy, but the movie hardly relies on that. She is so captivating and unafraid of her pursuits. I learn from her each and every time I watch it. I love the character introductions. The developing plot freezes as each new person is met and the audience is shown their likes and dislikes. The opening scenes of Amelie as a child are engraved in my mind. The shot of her eating the raspberries off of each individual finger inspire me to only eat raspberries in that identical manner. Just to pay homage to little Amelie. The side story of Amelie's coworker, who is chronically sick, and her jealous lover, always makes me giggle, sometimes I just watch the movie for that particular side plot. Not to mention, Amelie's quaint waitress aesthetic is to die for and she has proven to be one of my fashion inspirations, always. The best scene is undoubtedly when Amelie and Nico meet for the first time. The way they kiss- I can hardly stand to watch it without blushing. I owe so much to this movie and could talk about it until my mouth falls off.