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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Live Like You Mean It


My Marielle, Yellowstone National Park


I want to ask you this -
What do you think matters?

Do you still think it will come
tomorrow? Do you worry
it may never come
because you messed up yesterday
do you think you'll get there
by walking faster -
holding tighter?

Do you sit on your front porch longing
for more sunshine, less grey - waiting
for someone to tell you
you matter?

Do you still walk by Beauty
with eyes pinched shut
turn away when a smile
finds you?

Do you still shelter yourself from Grace?

Do you hurry past singing birds, on the hunt -
on the hunt for what?
Do you listen to lies -
the ones that insist your song doesn't matter
the ones that promise the money, the guy
the applause
will fill
the empty?

Imagine if the Nightingale held back her song

See that leaf there, all filled up with light?  Do you think it worries or tries
do you think it apologizes for not blossoming
sooner
or longs to be applauded
for being
what it is?

Please - don't give me your credentials

I want to know your reason
I want to know if you can dig heels into the soil
of your you-ness
no matter who they 
want you to be. I want to know if you're willing to fall toward
the pulsing wild
of all
that is calling

I'm wondering
can you stay still with the page you're on
sip each word until you are quenched
breathe in and out
until you can't help but
spill you
all over the place

are you willing to toss old stories
throw away reasons and can'ts
are you willing to fall
head over heels for this
now?

My prayer for you is this:

That you know
you don't need to do anything 
to matter.  That love
becomes your only reason.

You see, you can't turn off the sun
you can't hide light or hold back wind
Grace cannot be chased
or swallowed

I want to ask you
how long will you continue to blame yesterdays
grab for tomorrows
how long will you continue to deny us the
the miracle gift
of you?

When might you be ready to Live like you mean it?




12 comments :

  1. I am so grateful for your words, that you showed up and heard them and wrote them down, that you have so much love in your heart that it spills onto this page and then into my own heart.

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    1. I'm so grateful for you ongoing love & support, beautiful Deb.

      I hope your day overflows with sunshine, my friend.

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  2. This...

    "I want to know if you're willing to fall toward
    the pulsing wild
    of all
    that is calling"

    and this...

    "I'm wondering
    can you stay still with the page you're on
    sip each word until you are quenched
    breathe in and out
    until you can't help but
    spill you
    all over the place"

    rocked my world this morning. Gorgeous and inspiring, Julia. I feel like I just got the most poetic pep talk ever, as I head out into my day. xox

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    1. J. Remember yesterday when you sent me that gorgeous email and you asked me if could feel it?
      Well - can you? I really hope so because words just don't do it sometimes.

      I love you. That's it.

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  3. Love love love this! You are amazing, Julia!

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    1. Dear Belle - thank you. It's so very good to see you here.

      I hope you & that little beauty of yours are happy & full.

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    1. Thank you, sweet Kelli. :)

      Love to you.

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  5. I probably needed to hear this:

    ~~
    My prayer for you is this:

    That you know
    you don't need to do anything
    to matter. That love
    becomes your only reason.
    ~~

    What a wonderful poem. Everyone should read this.
    The picture goes perfectly with it too.
    Live Like You Mean It. :) Sounds like a good mantra to me.

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    1. Thank you for making me smile, Karin - your presence seems to always do that for me.

      Sending love your way.

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  6. Julia, I am breathless after reading this love poem.
    I could swim in it forever.
    Yes!
    I love you so.
    Leah

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    1. Aw, Leah - you turn my heart all to mush.

      I love you right back,

      Julia

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♥ Julia