i’m such a soft lover… and a wild wanderer…

i’m such a soft lover… and a wild wanderer but i think you’re where all of me finds home

i’m such a soft lover… and a wild wanderer but i think you’re where all of me finds home – butterflies rising poem

the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul…

when you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul

when you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul – butterflies rising poem

if anyone or anything needs my spirit to be small… i'm finally learning to walk away

if anyone or anything needs my spirit to be small – butterflies rising quote

i said, “i want to learn to trust you, but i don’t know how.” – butterflies rising poem

if i am to feel sure of anything, i must learn to feel sure of me

if i am to feel sure of anything, i must learn to feel sure of me – butterflies rising quote

on your own is where your wildflowers grow

on your own is where your wildflowers grow – butterflies rising poem

there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself

there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself – butterflies rising poem

she has a wild spirit, but a soft heart, and such a sweet soul

she has a wild spirit, but a soft heart, and such a sweet soul – butterflies rising quote

this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding

this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding – butterflies rising poem

you feel like home, and everywhere i’ve never been, all at once

you feel like home, and everywhere i’ve never been – butterflies rising poem