latenight musings, if
Gods imagine the celebration we would have if it broke and we could just physically be free. Be us. I like to imagine it. How that would feel. The tears and the joy. Oh the celebration and the music.
But i suppose we already do that, to some extent :) thats what i love.
We don’t wait for reality to celebrate everything that we are. We already are, and we see each other. We celebrate as the seasons change and we celebrate our own brilliance we know to be true
(latenight musings, if) reflections, woo, Beltane
*looks back on past few hours, raises glass* yeah, something like that, my beautiful animals *grins*