Putting the Pen to Paper

Writing, for a long time, has been a big part of my practice.  I write to process, I write to inspire, I write to heal and to hear the Truth.  And sometimes it's just a bunch of babble about boys.  But sometimes, my soul really does speak.  Like the other day.  I sat down and this poured out of me.  I'd like to share it with you.  From the center of my being, my soul speaks.  She says:

"What i'm starting to understand is that life is meant to be experienced. It's not enough to just get through the day - we must do the work and connect and move and feel and love and share and kiss people and hug people.
Coo at babies. Make silly faces at toddlers.
Tell yourself "I love you".
Shine your face to the sun
Stare at the moon, make love under her light
Go for a walk in the rain. Go for a walk in the snow.
You'll get wet, it may be cold. It's okay. You'll be okay. You'll go home and towel off, you'll have a warm drink. You'll normalize.
Feel everything. All the good. All the bad. Don't run from pain. Don't shrink away from challenge. It's all good. It all holds space in the story of your life.
This is how you grow. This is how you learn. 
You are stronger than you think. More capable than you know.
Do you know this? But really, do you?
That you have it in you to make a difference. That this world is meant to be lived not merely survived.
So go out dancing. You will sweat, your feet may get tired, you may stay out too late and sleep in the next day - go out anyways.
Spend time laughing. Laugh at the absurdity of it all. Laugh at the beauty of it all. Laugh with those you love and laugh with those who challenge you. But don't laugh at them or at yourself, laugh for them and for yourself.
Because laughter awakens the soul.
Don't you feel it?
Laugh until your ears hurt and tears are streaming down your cheeks. Laugh until you fall to the floor and then hold your companion close and tell them you love them. Tell them how they make you feel, how they've changed your life. And hug them. Kiss them. Tell them your stories. Listen to theirs.
Cry over the absurdity of it all. Cry so hard that your eyes hurt and there are puddles on the floor. Tell your companion you love them. Hug them. Kiss them and do it all over again.
Life is meant to be lived. So go
This is your time
Don't wait for tomorrow or next week or until the bills are paid or you've lost 5 lbs.
Go
now
begin
and remember, always - you are loved