That you’re happy.
That you’ve got your finances sorted.
That abundance circles around you and flows out to all of those you meet.
That rainbows and moonbeams shoot out your eyes and I hope in those days and nights where you wonder if your happiness is going to go away you remember these moments. The hurt you’ve survived, the life you’ve built, the home you’ve created around yourself.
You’re self-sufficient, but you’re electric, magnetic, and everyone who comes into your orbit thanks their lucky stars they found you, or you found them, our you found each other.
That the ones you love are still in your love cocoon, and maybe strangers come and go sometimes, but you teach each other the lessons you need to teach and, to learn.
That you give the love you need, instead of taking what you want.
That the ripples of the love you pulsate reaches all ends of the earth, and raises the collective consciousness, just enough.
That you finally realise you are the person you’ve dreamed of being. You are who you’re supposed to be, and everything that got in your way was just your destiny trying to course correct.
I feel you now, looking over my shoulder. I feel you, sitting pressed into my body on my lap. I feel you, rocking chair in the corner, knitting something. My dog lays at your feet, like you are the burning gas of the heater, you are the flow, you are the sun.
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And I’m so grateful for the warmth. The roaring fire you’ve built and kept stoked within. The wildfire way it spreads.
I’m so grateful for the flames we’ve nurtured, sparked, heaped fuel onto, creating the beacon in the storm of searching without knowing what for yet. Maybe a home. Maybe a family. Maybe just a place.
I’m so grateful for the ones who teach us to set the world on fire, the ones whose eyes sparkle with something, the possibility of it all, the unknowing, the great unknown, that isn’t scary because it is unknown, but exciting, enticing, life, love, everything, simply because it is the great unknown, and if this next adventure is a thimble, or a kiss, or even death, well, won’t that be an awfully new and exciting adventure of great unknowing?
Thank you for showing me how to lead a tribe, create a tribe, become a tribe. How to write the songs my tribe sings, my blood sings, my bones sing, and in that singing, the dancing wildfire of remembering and foreseeing and the now and the next and the past, and I create the whole world and I create myself and I create my life and I create the fire. I am the fire. I am the warmth. I am the blood, pulsating, the heartbeat, pulsating. I am the mother; I am the world,
set on fire.