Broken Women Are Beautiful

broken women are beautiful. their hearts full of pain and yet they still love deeply. when a woman has suffered greatly, everything in life, from a sunset, a kitten, or a stranger's smile becomes more precious. it's the simple things that remind her of the beauty in the world. she doesn't have to look far- everywhere she goes, she witnesses the unfolding present moment as a gift. suffering she painstakingly desires to shed, intentionally aligning herself with the divinity that resides in her. she knows life is sacred. her experiences taught her this. her beauty can be seen; her heart can be felt when you're in her presence. you want to know her secret. and the secret is simply this: choose the beauty to look at, live in the present, let go of the past.

Sapphire's Letter to Arion: The Memory of You Coming Back Around

I know you won’t admit it, but you miss me. You’re doing a good job keeping my memory alive. So much so, that your thoughts still reach me. I have moved on, keeping the ghost of you alive was doing me no good. I still think of you when I hear a certain song that reminds me of you. I smile on the inside, knowing how my life has been touched by you. I’m a better woman because of you. And even though I may never make sense of how strongly I feel connected to you, I don’t question it anymore. You’re a mystery to me. I’m a mystery to myself. 


These days, these precious moments that define me, I savor. As I have started my life over, I have an overwhelming feeling that everything is going to be okay. I feel happier than I have been in years like a heavyweight has been lifted off my shoulders. I hope all is well with you. I hope you have found the courage to live your life as you see fit. I know many times we have said we’re done, but beloved we are never done. Your everlasting glance into my soul has made you a permanent resident. I dwell in you; you dwell in me. Your love endures beloved, our love endures.


All of my gracious thoughts,

Sapphire

A Spiritual Badass

she stood in the centre of her fire
her bones and soul exposed
what mattered to her wasn't the fight
from her battle with her enemies and surviving it
what mattered was her ability to sustain herself
after a long period of grief and fatigue
her beauty was trusting her own soul
when after being betrayed and left in pain
she still found the inner strength
to rise with the sun and face her enemies
the fear she felt didn't close her off
instead it opened her up
and what spilled out of her
was more compassion
more love
more courage
what the fire tried to destroy
only fortified in her spirit perseverance
and carved out of her a spiritual warrior
a badass that you don't want to mess with

A Gem

when someone unique
comes along
and loves you
back to wholeness
that someone
is a precious gem
who's value
is worth
all the sorrows
your heart had to endure

The Heart's Whisperings

when she's quiet
she's listening
to her heart
getting guidance
on how to love
herself better

Caught In Between

her heart was tired
enslaved by all it's wants
her soul thirsted
for something more
she felt trapped
between desire
for love
and the fear
of becoming
a slave to it

The Naked Truth

According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth, "It's a marvelous day today!" The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well.

The Lie tells the Truth: "The water is very nice, let's take a bath together!" The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing.

Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back. The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage.

The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein, its shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbours no wish at all to meet the Naked Truth.

Reference ~ The Naked Truth
"The Truth coming out of the Well" Jean-Leon Gerome, 1896