Quotes by Jennifer DeLucy

Why wait? So precious is this life—this gift—this temporary blindness. Burn and drown and embrace the false dark, then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy. For in the end, in the light of truth when the flesh is cast off, there is nothing but this.

How many of us stop short of success on purpose? How many of us sabotage our own happiness because failure, while miserable, is a fear were familiar with? Success, however, dreams come true, are a whole new kind of terrifying, an entire new species of responsibilities and disillusions, requiring a new way to think, act and become. Why do we REALLY quit? Because its hopeless? Or because its possible...

We have come here together so that you might know, through virtue of your own pain, your own hopelessness, your own fear, your own darkness and the lie of powerlessness, the very actual power of your own will, of the will of your soul.

But there was a special kind of gift that came with embracing the chaos, even if I cursed most of the way. Im convinced that, when everything is wiped blank, its life s way of forcing you to become acquainted with and aware of who you are now, who you can become. What is the fulfillment of your soul?

All that you have been is but a small part, a very mere bit of the potential of your life.

Lifes been one tough little shit, but theres a very obvious reason why she hasnt let me get too comfy, settle too long or sink too deep. She knows she has to kick me in the ass sometimes to get me moving on my journey.

Id like to go back to five years old again. Just sometimes. To be turning over rocks and looking for pill bugs and holding earthworms, playing dolls, erecting forts, digging through dirt for marbles, burrowing in leaf piles, failing at igloo building, when my biggest concern was going to sleep with the lights off. I wish I was five again, before things got hard, before I was forced to grow up way too early and been stuck in this adult thing way too long. I wish I could sit in my Grandpas lap and let him sing me crazy Irish songs and go over the names of the planets. Gwampa, tell me about Outer Space. ... Gwampa, sing the Swimming Song.I wish I could go back there, just for a little while, and pick raspberries by myself in the sun and find secret hideaways and not hurt, not worry, not carry the heavy things. If I could be five years old....just for a few minutes. Remember what it felt like to be free. That would be something.

In fact, if youre wondering if I expect miracles---the answer is yes. Even when they dont seem to happen, I keep believing in them. Even when I stop believing in them, Ill always start again. Because if you dont have hope, whats left? I believe. And maybe theyll happen in a way I never saw coming--they usually do. Or maybe Ill find the way to make them happen myself. But ether way--I expect miracles.

We still live in a world where many men are pissed off that women choose to be powerful equals rather than submissive objects of sexual release. I am a human. A human being. Who cares how my body randomly decided to generate its reproductive organs in utero? I am not here with the obligation and purpose of being sexually appealing to another human being. I am here to get shit done.

It occurred to me to look up and around at the stars in the clear sky, at the trees in the dark, at the half moon. I was missing them because I was caught in my head. I wasnt living right now. I was thinking to the future, to the past. I wasnt present. This is one of my greatest weaknesses, and one I have a greater realization of, only because I allowed some of my past to die so that my present could rush in to fill it.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips felt..the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, all of it. Trace by trace it would slip from my mind, recede into foggy memory. The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past. Maybe not all the way, maybe there would be a few scars. Maybe Id be different, but I’d be me again. Little by little.

Let the darkness find you if it must. Throw off the quick and tempting escapes, and seek help only from those who would teach you to grow, feed your soul, embrace your heart, but would not steal away your journey.

For within your flesh, deep within the center of your being, is the undaunted, waiting, longing, all-knowing. Is the ready, able, perfect. Within you, waiting its turn to emerge, piece by piece, with the dawn of every former test of trial and blackness, is the next unfolding, the great unfurling of wings, the re-forged backbone of a true Child of Light.

Before entering into any kind of intimate relationships, whether friendship, familial re-connection, or romance, the idea of “needing” or “being needed” must be eliminated. Its harmful to me and others. Need is no kind of foundation for anything. Rather, I choose to be wanted. “Want” is a deliberate choice. Wanting is not based in fear or ego (which are one in the same, I believe). Want comes from recognition of someone elses goodness and loving them for it. Being wanted is unconditional. It does not require emotional games be played, it does not require reparations be made or obligations be met. Being wanted is good, in and of itself.

If nothing else in this long and short life, let me be true to my conscience, to the dignity of my own heart. Let me act in a way that says, I have honored my spirit as truly as I have honored others. Let me stand tall and rooted as a mountain in the face of a quaking world.

It occurred to me that some people couldnt handle too much love. That everyone loves as theyre able, but more, they are loved as theyre able. Some are indomitable and open, like an ocean, but others arent made to tread those waves, cannot stay afloat those waters. We embrace the kind of love we can manage. Less can be the right measure. But when it isnt, we must learn we cannot squeeze a mountain into a room with a glass ceiling. Or everything shatters.

It makes me sad that so many people feel theyre only allowed to show their best face, while their humanity and vulnerabilities are forbidden and hidden. How else do we connect, but by commonality, by mutual understanding and truth in lifes experiences? Whether it makes you smile or cringe, a truth spoken is a healing thing.

You must know, the day your star exploded into my universe, you altered it all. You exposed my light and my dark, settled into my existence and there you will be and glow in the matter of my heart, long after light is only a memory. You have changed things for always.

You dont have to be beautiful to be shallow. You neednt be small or weak to be a coward. Shitty personalities come in surprising packages and anybody can be an asshole. So value the good ones, whoever they are. Recognize them when you see them and dont let them go.

Abram: .. One [Sentient] often believes it best to choose the higher path over the companionship of another. But, this circumstance draws to mind a point which Seers might forget to easily.Lily: Whats