Here is one of my favorite truths: There will never ever be another exact you in the history of the cosmos. Wrap yourself up in your wild weirdness. Obsess over your organic oddness. Surrender to your spectacular strangeness.
(Art by the amazing: Akira Kusaka)
In case you need reminding…
The universe is an endless wild garden
And you are its singular blooming rose
With your petals hand-painted by angels
Who sing psalms as your sweet roots grow
In the unfolding history of everything
There won't ever be another like you
With the exact chapters to your epic tale
Or raging storms you have been through
You are beautifully odd and perfectly strange
~ A piece of music that's never been played
You are a distinctive and lovely exotic alien
~ A cosmic piece of art so wonderfully made
In this untamed cosmos of endless colors
You remain my favorite pastel hue of genesis
Lean into how distinctive the shade of your life is
And treat yourself with an untamed gentleness
You are the only one that will ever get to audition
And be cast to play the lead in this exact peculiar part
Of being the lovely and weird you on this earthly stage
~ Love yourself without fear - as you've been set apart
You didn’t come all this way to just fit in
You aren’t here just to hide behind beige
You are a once-in-a-trillion-year burning soul
You are the disco comet from deep space
You are beautifully odd and perfectly strange
~ A piece of music that's never been played
You are a distinctive and lovely exotic alien
~ A cosmic piece of art so wonderfully made
Be unafraid to be your true self
In this garden of cosmic blooms
Because you are the rare flower
That will unfold so very soon
Are you ready to start 2025 with a burst of wonder? Are you ready for the world to start to listen to your story?
Join me this January in the mystical beauty of the Southwest to write the story that only you can tell. The HeartWrite Retreat is landing at the Madeline Island School of the Arts in Tucson!
In this energizing experience, we’ll dive deep into journaling, group sharing, creative exercises, movement, and hands-on activities—all designed to help you write fearlessly, with no concern for what the world might think.
I will be sharing my poetry, humor and story as I gently help you explore the unmapped lands of your own wild heart.
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“There will never ever be another exact you in the history of the cosmos.” Your words cut me to the core..especially when I feel so incredibly flawed.. like Van Gogh with one ear.. I can barely hear.. the whispers of the universe on what I’m doing here... I am so torn miserably .. with or without you.. I can’t live.. broken apart..a repair shop flop..only good for parts.. oh my God.. it hurts.. it hurts to be ripped apart.. to experience this heart this heartbreak of coming awake.. what was I thinking.. how did I ever think.. I could overcome this game? Was I insane? I don’t know how much more time..much more rhymes I have left.. I think I come up for a breath but then I’m sucked down again.. into the depth.. deep seeded grief..needing to be seen.. when my eyes..are tired of looking.. when my brain has gone on vacation.. and this never ending rhythm beating beating beating.. oh make it stop.. make it stop.. the sounds of my failures haunting me.. echoing my short comings.. my not living up to expectations.. but who’s.. who’s expectations.. who’s wanting desires.. who’s editing this script.. who’s writing the scene.. can you please be gentle with me? I’m still learning..to accept all of me.. to love all the parts ..on the outskirts of town.. all the parts that made me frown inside deep deep down. I’m sorry, I feel weak today, your words are lovely and drape me in cashmere clothing.. but I’m still in my pajamas and talking to cameras.. about how I will be better..you wait and see..but tomorrow never comes.. and today is half way done..and I’m still deciding on what to make for breakfast.. eating has been hard lately.. to schedule through the tears.. And yes, my love, it’s been years..since I’ve held your hand..gazed in your eyes.. and put my hand in your pocket..and told you no lies...You are always inside of me..cause I love you..desperately..truly..madly..deeply.❤️ to ♾
Thank you John. I love this one.