your beauty lies within what you are

your beauty lies within what you are. 

it cannot change, and will not waver.

you may not be able to touch it, but it is there.

what it is you seek shall be in you from the beginning.

and it shall be.

it shall be.

love yourself for what you have been given.

nurture those parts which need extra care,

embrace the cracks, the roots, the unknown crevices

until you cannot distinguish the cracked from the healed.

you cannot stop the beauty

from seeping through the slivers of your being.

let the sunshine through for others to soak up.

in, above, on –  your beauty will heal those who need it. 

seek it.  understand it.

the beauty is not what you seek, but acceptance.

know that we all are within

the same arm’s length of what is beautiful. 

WE are beautiful. 

YOU are beautiful. 

freckles, wrinkles, lumps and bumps.

no two beauties are alike.

THIS IS ON PURPOSE.

it is so we are always learning to accept and love one another as is –

no contracts, no editing, primping, plucking, sweating involved.

we seek outside approval to tell us that we are good. 

that we are strong.  that we have that something special.

WE ARE ALL SPECIAL.  STRONG. GOOD. 

WE ARE ALL GOOD.

no matter the bank.

no matter the enemy quip.

we are people, we are beauty.

let us celebrate our beauty together, instead of apart.

kinds words grow wings

that free us from

the desperate cliffs of

 

acceptance.

 

spread a kind word, watch it grow into others. 

if you must reach for an excuse to cut someone else down to make yourself feel better: 

you will find that the fall is much further,

the hurt much worse, for it has affected not just the other,

but you.

i am not perfect. 

nor are you.

but –

but –

the good CAN triumph.  it WILL. 

the beauty cannot help but show its colors, its kindness.

is it not easier, more fulfilling to treat someone,

some living thing with the respect, kindness and love they deserve and need?

it is.

and so it shall be.

you are the beauty.

so is your neighbor.

seek out the beauty. 

 if it is difficult, look.  really look. 

at your co-worker’s smile. 

at the wrinkled hands of your grandmother. 

at the dandelion weeds that shout summertime beauty.

remember the positive. 

you WILL feel better, more beautiful. 

surround your thoughts of beauty, love, respect. 

acceptance is beauty personified.

be kind my friends. 

beauty can be found in the most peculiar places,

we must seek it out, and always remember. . . . . . .

be forever lovely.

the power of positivity

 

you know the type.

 bubbly, energetic, always a positive attitude, half glass full, etc. i confess that that is me, 1/2 glass full, most of the time. let me also confess that i love trying to always remain upbeat – striving to be energetic about the possibilities that lie ahead.  the keyword there is: trying.

but, sometimes the glass cracks, and you just can’t figure out how to keep the water in the glass, let alone measure how much is in there.  some person cuts you off in traffic, your kid gets sick (and then you have to disinfect the bathroom at 1 a.m.), your significant other leaves their wet towel on the wooden chair, etc.  and you fume.  you fill with toxic ideas of just what you would throw on the windshield of the crazy driver.  you want to tell the puke-y tot to clean up after themselves because you have a big presentation in the morning,  and you need your beauty sleep gosh darn it.  and the towel?  how many (insert choice words) times do you have to say it?

forget that stuff.

i am here to tell you i have had cracked glass, and Waterford clarity, and positive is the way to go.  when you have a “what a great day, what a great life” kind of attitude, your life tends to fall into place positively.  and when it doesn’t?  eat some chocolate and try again.  seriously though, you all know some “negative nincompoop” that is always 1/2 glass empty.  (sorry if the word poop offends you, but everyone does it, and sorry if you are that nincompoop).

here’s the lowdown, lovely style:

we all have those days, those moments, those fragile, tragic, sad years.

BUT –

those days, those years, those moments will pass.  things will get better.  life will be lovely again.  not always, not every single moment will it be lovely, with cartoon birds chirping good morning and little woodlands animals picking your clothes for the day (but wouldn’t that rock for mondays?).  the best way to get to that lovely place where it is better, and your  favorite song seems to find you more often than not, is to breathe and share.  huh?

okay, i have never been lucky enough to grace a yoga class with my nimble, elegant, swan-like figure (okay, now laugh).  but, what i know about yoga, i like.  as far as i’ve read, you need to remain as calm and centered as possible, and you must breathe.  there are exercises that are strictly for breathing.  imagine how much easier it would be to throw that pop on the crazy driver’s window if you were centered emotionally like a yogi?  kidding about the pop.  but, very serious about the breathing.

next time you have a negative nincompoop moment, just. . . . . . . breathe.  take as many breaths as you need to feel better, to calm your thoughts, to ease your negativity.  think about how you can transform maybe not the situation or event that has happened, but how you can feel or react to it.  how can you remember to be forever lovely about whatever has transpired?

now, with the sharing.  get ready for some kumbaya stuff. 

 i would like you to all know that i am a self-confessed hippie kid (post 60’s, current day).  i do think everyone should always work out their differences, love their neighbor as they would want to be loved, and all love peace signs and butterflies.  but, as many of my family and friends have pointed out – that is not always possible.  people are different, think differently, love differently.

BUT –

we are all people.  a very smart, kind friend of mine once said that as people, we all just want to be validated and loved.  she’s right.  so what better way to validate and love those around us then by sharing all of our nincompoop-ness?  kidding, but not really. 

the best way to help ourselves remember that it is going to be alright, is to release whatever negativity we have, into the arms of those who love us.  let them know how we are feeling, talk through it, hug them tightly with the knowledge that they want the best for us.  as soon as we share what is going on in our lives, and ask for help, or just a listening ear, we find, our burdens are easier.  less stressful.  more manageable.  we might even find others share our stories, our problems, our worries.  or, and this is the best part – we may find that just by talking it through, that we may feel the negativity just dissipate.  we may get that bird-chirping, woodland creature feeling, just by letting someone else know we are having a rough go of it. 

because most of the time, the person listening on the other end, isn’t having a bad day at the same time you are, and they can help ease your pain a bit.

  validated and loved. 

 i like it. 

not being a negative nincompoop? 

always striving. 

being forever lovely

always trying my friends, hope you are as well.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

lovely quote to help with your week:

♥ “there are always flowers for those who want to see them.” Henry Matisse ♥

plant the seed, and the tree will grow . . . with help

happy earth day, one and all!

we all need the sunshine

hello!  welcome to be forever lovely!   please remember, this is a place to leave more happy than when you arrived.  i am trying to figure out how we can all be forever lovely by taking the experiences of every day, every moment, every whisper, and treating it as if we will be remembered by those moments.  to leave the people, the places and the things we encounter, more lovely than when we first discovered them.   be forever lovely.

act 1:

the trees are there to remind us.

we all start small.

we all need nurturing.

the winds, the rain.

we will develop differently than our fellow leaves.

we will survive winters. 

we will endure.

winters when our leaves should not have grown,

our buds may not have sprouted. 

where we question who we are as trees,

what our roots mean,

where are the crisp green, yellow, pink, white –

where have all our cells hidden?

where are the buds, the fragrant, magnificent buds of buttercup buds?

we grow forth.  we flourish.

we will occasionally feel the sunshine in our bark,

we will ache and sway for the sunshine

 as the ice queen depletes our sap supply

until we no longer recognize ourselves.

we grow strong.  we encourage.

then, just as suddenly as we feel helpless, unruly, unused –

at last! we hear the sweet chirps of spring. 

of new. 

of yesterday-sunshine;

years ago it seems we felt its warmth. 

we have made it into another season of peace,

fragrance,

laughing in the wind to the joke that all others know. 

we are triumphant.

there is some rain,

however –                                       

recovery; 

more buds, then sunshine.

we cherish the rain.

the trees are there to remember.

they are there to remind.

they teach us that everyone,

no matter the roots, nor size, or species,

thick, cracking, peeling, fresh, dewy bark,

no matter the essence,

that we need sunshine.

we all need the sunshine.

we all flourish better in the unabashed, freespirited, sunshine.

we all want the sunshine. 

spread the sunshine to those around you, by being forever lovely. 

always, and forever, be forever lovely. ♥

and now a quote from a lovely poet to leave your day lovely. . .

♥ happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. we are happy when we are growing – William Butler Yeats ♥

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