Mountain Tops

She stood at the top of the mountain and shouted into the distance,

"I'm more than just a pretty girl"

until the echo dissipated and was lost among the creatures who lack the ability to reason and comprehend. The creatures she felt God loved more than her human existence for he made their lives simple. No souls, no belief, no hope, no dreams, and especially no reasoning.

"I'm more than just a pretty girl"

She repeated over and over like her favorite curse word until she no longer knew what she was saying for the words lost all meaning and became nothing but noise. Noise was all she really wanted. Enough noise to drown out all the words from all the people she couldn't bear to hear.

Because she is more than just a pretty girl with a sad smile and twinkling eyes,

with the inability to be angry with the people who have wronged her and every ability to turn her anger towards those who don't deserve it and become the brunt of her frustrations taking in words that are not meant for them but who understand that her heart is big enough to forgive the people who maybe don't deserve forgiveness because she loves them all the same.

"I'm more than just a pretty girl"

This time she whispered it. In an effort to remind herself that she's got a heart worth sharing, a mind worth exploring, and a sense of humor worth experiencing. That she's more than just a pretty girl who stands on mountain tops and proclaims so because the people she's surrounded by have reduced her to such.

This girl is a dreamer with a vision to save the world that is crumbling beneath her even if it's one person at a time until there is no one left to save because she has enough faith for all of humanity, enough hope for all that are hopeless, and enough love for those who are lacking, and she will not stop until she has conquered every evil and transformed the hearts of others.

SHE IS MORE THAN JUST A PRETTY GIRL

So take a second to look beyond her sad smile and sparkling eyes and realize that she has learned how to use the brain, the heart, and the soul God blessed her with because he loves her human existence more than any simple creature lacking the ability to believe, to hope, to dream, and especially, to reason.

Indigo Children

Sometimes she could feel it in the pit of her stomach before it ever happened

Her heart would beat fast, her arms would tingle, her eyes would sting

It occurred at random moments

While she was sitting on the floor, drinking coffee, reading a book

It approached quickly and passed slowly

The sensation, the truth

They were on the same wave length.

What she was thinking was apparent to him.

And his thoughts to her.

When they were apart.

From a distance.

Across a city.

And he knew.

He knew that she knew what he was feeling, thinking, wanting.

At the very moment he felt it, thought it, wanted it.

When they were apart.

From a distance.

Across a city.

And she knew.

That he would take a step back, so she'd take a step forward.

From the very moment he felt it to the minute he expressed it.

She was prepared to hear what she already knew.

They shared the very same gift:

intuition.

clairvoyance.

They were on the same wavelength.

Synesthesets.

It could only lead to destruction, and with time it would.

Too alike, yet all too different.

He was blessed with a sixth sense, she with cognition.

Together they were fatal, they both knew too much.

So alike, but so very different.

Their empathy would never be enough

But she hoped and he tried

But sometimes,

sometimes,

things just don't fit.

Love.

If nothing else, I believe in love.

I believe in the love of my mommy and that of my daddy

in the love of my siblings and extended family

The ultimate kind of love. Unconditional in every sense. Forever. For always.

I believe in the love of the boy who wiped away my tears, held me, then made me laugh

... in the love of the friend who answered her phone over and over and prayed aloud for me without knowing why.

... in the love of the community who held mass in my name, prayed for my family, and reminded me that I was in their thoughts.

The love of friendship. Of understanding without knowing. Of recognizing without questioning.

I believe in the love of simple gestures... like hugs, cups of hot chocolate, and distracting stories.

I believe there is love in peace, in solace, in sadness.

I believe there is love in hate, in misery, in anger.

I believe there is love in security and in uncertainty.

I believe there is love in my tears and in my laughter.

If nothing else, I believe in love.

I believe in my mommy and my daddy

in my siblings and my extended family.

I believe in love.

Because I see it.

Because I feel it.

Because I give it.