Saturday, April 30, 2011

The soul friends.

The word means "soul friend." It's deeper than friendship. But forget the Hollywood "soulmate," "true love" garbage. No, this is a "soul friend."

A friend with whom you share your soul.

Do you have any friends like that?

Friday, April 29, 2011

The mermaid and the princess.

Once upon a time there was a mermaid who wanted to walk on two legs into the world. And so she did, and she lived with a human princess who gave her a home and holidays and loved her very much.

But the mermaid didn't want to be merely human. She wanted to return to her home in the sea, she wanted to be a mermaid again. No love was worth giving up her home.

But the human princess loved the mermaid so much, that it broke her heart when she found the note the mermaid had left. So the human princess found a sorcerer who turned her into a mermaid too. And she followed her beloved mermaid into the sea.

And they lived happily ever after.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The wishes we make.

Wish on everything. Wish on stars, and butterflies. Wish on snowflakes and falling autumn leaves. The first buds of spring, the first summer storm. Wish on lightning, wish on candles.

Make a wish.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Without words.

We found each other's eyes and smiled, remembering, together, without words.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The right words.

I wish we would always have the right words to say. I wish our fears and insecurities would stop getting in the way.

Monday, April 25, 2011

The prince and the lonely giant.

There once was an ugly giant was very lonely. He had avoided being around people for a long time, because people were afraid of things they didn't understand. They were afraid because the giant was so hideous in appearance, and looked so different from them. So people would, at best, make fun of him, and at worst, they would try to kill him.

So the giant lived on top of a mountain, all alone. He loved to make music. He played the piano and the cello. And he loved to read books. He also grew a garden and learned many delicious recipes.

A prince who wanted to be a hero, had heard that a vicious, murderous giant lived on that mountain. And he climbed the mountain to confront the beast. But instead of a fearsome, violent monster, he found an unfortunate-looking giant making the most enchanting music on a cello.

The prince saw that the ugly giant had a beautiful soul. And the prince and the giant became friends, and then best friends. And then they fell in love with each other and lived happily ever after.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Take a minute.

Take this time to smile. Take a minute to remember what makes it all worth it. Dance, breathe, laugh, run, hug.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The people who don't leave.

There are people who come into your life and never leave. You may never see them again, you might not even know their name. Or maybe you know their name, and their secrets, and their story, but you might not always be with them, or be able to see them again.

They might go away, or you might go away. But the people are still with you. The things they've said will remain; you'll still carry their voices. You'll have their smiles, and the remnant of a hug. These people do not leave.

They are still with you, and always will be.

Friday, April 22, 2011

The tomorrow.

It's ok. Tomorrow will still be here. The sun will rise and set. This is not the end of all things. Just breathe.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

The bittersweet.

Let me hold your hand again. Let me hug you one last time. I want to remember this. I want to remember your face, and the shape of your hand. I want to remember the fabric of your clothes, and the way your hair falls. I want to remember every color in your eyes, and I want to remember the sound of your voice.

I don't want to go.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Home is right here.

"I want to go home."

What does that mean? Home. Is it a house, a physical building, of wood and plaster? Is it a place, a town, a geographical location with a longitude and latitude? Is it the people there, is it family?

Is it a season? Is it a sound, a smell, a type of tree? Is it certain types of food? Is it a particular song, or a type of music?

Home. Home is the places I feel safe. Home is the people I love. Home is you, but not just being with you. I'll take you with me wherever I go.

Home is right here, with me, always.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Turn the page.

To be born again, first you have to die.

Our time here is ending. It's over. And all that means is that there's a new beginning just waiting to happen. A fresh start, new adventures. New places to go, new friends to make, new worlds to save.

We're not closing the whole book; we're just turning this page.

Monday, April 18, 2011

All that matters.

Life is beautiful. You have more than you realize. You are luckier than you can ever understand. Give love, give, give, give. In the end, all that matters is the good impacts you've made. That's all. So forget yourself. Help others. Reach out. Make the world a better place while you're in it.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Listen: I miss you.

"I miss you," I keep saying. And even though you hear me say that, you are not listening.

I'm saying that I love you. I'm saying that I miss the way things were. I miss the beginning, I miss the middle parts. And I'm afraid of the end.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Friday, April 15, 2011

You'll be right here.

I wondered where you went. And then I realized you were right where you said you'd be; right here, inside my heart.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The three trees.

Once, you told me, there were three trees. And one tree grew tall, tall, tall to the sky. It was far away from the other two trees, making friends with clouds. And one tree grew big around, stretching and taking up so much space that it would take a whole year to walk all the way around it.

The other tree grew to an average height, just tall enough to see far and wide, andit was an average length around, just wide enough around to be huggable, and had an average amount of limbs; just enough limbs to make it wonderful to climb. It wasn't taller or stronger or bigger than the others. It was an average tree, but it was the best tree.

You said: "Sometimes, just average, is more than enough. Sometimes 'just average' is perfect."

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The flight.

And sometimes she just wanted to fly away into that blue forever.

...and sometimes, she wanted to stay in her tree.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The ephemeral.

Nothing is permanent. We only have the illusion of permanence. That's why it's so important to hold onto who we have in our lives, for as long as we have them.

Monday, April 11, 2011

The promises no one can make.

I wish I could tell you that you're safe now, that nothing bad will ever happen to you ever again. I wish I could promise that to you.

But I don't know that for certain. No one does. But, I really hope you're safe now. And I really hope that nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

Stay strong.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Hold on.

Hold on. Please, please hold on. You are so much more than all of these things. You are so much more than this. I know it hurts, but please, hold on.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

There are too many goodbyes.

I wish we had more time. I wish we'd met a thousand years ago. But sometimes I wish we hadn't met at all.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm glad to have known you, but I hate that I have to let you go. There are too many goodbyes.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm going to miss you.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The books that connect us.

Whenever I buy a used book, it makes me wonder. Who read this before me? How many people read this? Did the owner of this book let other people borrow it? What did they think about it? Did it reflect their lives in any way?

And then I wonder who else in my life may have read this, and how old they were, and how it impacted their life. We take away pieces of the things we read, and I wonder, for the people in my life, what those pieces are.

I want to know. Books connect us to each other.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The stories.

I hope you have people in your life who will tell you stories when you ask for them.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The safety mechanism.

We are so much more than all of our fears. But sometimes the fear keeps us safe, keeps us from making decisions that would hurt us. So I suppose, in this place, in this time, fear is the best safety mechanism we've got.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Think of some place or time.

I want to remember that day by the stream, on those rocks. I told you about my nightmares.

You told me, "Close your eyes." I closed my eyes. You told me, "Just listen." I heard the water rushing over the rocks, I heard peace. I heard the wind in the trees and the constant sound of the water. The sound of nothing bad ever happening.

I opened my eyes and you smiled and told me, "Think of that whenever you wake up from your nightmares."

I hope you never have bad dreams. I hope that whenever you wake up alone and afraid with no one there to comfort you, that you have a memory of a place or a time where you felt safe. And I hope then, that you aren't scared anymore.

Sweet dreams.