We do not become healers.

We came as healers. We are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become storytellers.

We came as carriers of the stories

we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become writers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.

Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not learn to love in this sense.

We came as Love. We are Love.

Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estés

maybe the day is sweeter when I look up at the stars….

inquiry for today~ bliss out……yes…….

misty-eyed

The heart has its own language.

The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

~Rumi