“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” Leonard Cohen
My beloved friend, Fiona, is living poetry. She’s poetry in motion and I feel so lucky to bear witness to this exquisite creature.
We met in level 6 French and are now together in level 7, and today after our class trip to The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts / Musée des Beaux-Arts de Montréal, we shared our hearts in a chocolate shop and I’m happy to say that I’ve found another one of my people... another radiant being who inspires me to be and express even more of who I am.
I have not met many others who live and experience life as richly, as potently, as deeply, as beautifully and authentically as I strive to every day, so having Fiona in my sphere is such a gift.
We are definitely cut from the same cloth, “like a gnome who’s been ripped from my subconscious”, as Fiona remarked.
It’s wonderful to be in the presence of those who get you, who feel you, who get it, who feel it, who perceive things from a similar vantage point so that countless soul-witnessed and affirmed nods and ‘oh my gods’ are sprinkled throughout the conversations you wished would never end, because isn’t it such a treasure to be seen and known and embraced for all that you are and all that you wish to be.
And isn’t it such a rare and precious gift when you come across those who are expansive enough themselves to enjoy the fullness of your being, and actually encourage you to be even more you than you’ve ever been before because you both know there’s so much more you’ve yet to be and do and feel and create.
Those who don’t believe you’re ‘too much’ with all those expressions and all that depth and all those feelings and the size of your dreams, because it’s only ‘too much’ for those who denied themselves, their feelings, and their dreams so long ago.
But not you. Not me. Not Fiona. Not my tribe.
We dare to be ourselves fully and completely in a world that doesn’t have eyes for such beauty.
We dare to live life on our own terms because the terms of the world are too damn small / restrictive / limiting / ass-backwards / rooted in things that don’t actually matter.
We are brave enough to be real and vulnerable and pure and soft and broken and strong and loud and different because that’s an important and beautiful way to be.
So today I celebrate all the people in my life and in the world who have not muted or diluted themselves for anyone or anything. Those who are unforgettable and undeniable because they’re just oozing with magic and passion and inner power.
Those are my people.
Raw, real, pure and undiluted.
More of that, please.
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